"Let me take a look first." Lin Ziyin smiled and nodded, passing him some layered cakes and buns, "These are homemade, rustic folks like us don't have much to offer, I hope the officer doesn't mind."
"Thank you, Miss Lin." On an ordinary day, the officer wouldn't even pay attention to these buns and cakes. However, as they were presented by Lin Ziyin, an individual associated with the third son known for his amiable demeanor, the gesture held extraordinary significance.
With a smile, he took the basket, exchanging a few cordial words.
The arrival of Lin Ziyin not only brought astonishment to the villagers but also agitation among the prisoners.
"Please, miss, I can do anything, please buy me."
"That child eats little and works hard, please buy him."
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"Silence!" The officer, the first to grow impatient, cracked his whip into the crowd. The noise immediately subsided, but there were still remnants of subdued whimpering.