The front line is full of flames and treacherous changes, and the lives of ordinary people on the land behind are still the same.

In the prison of the Lingzhou Mansion, a cell was absentmindedly patrolling the prison, walking on the damp and dark corridor, his eyes lazily scanning the various cells on both sides, as long as no one fought and made trouble, he was seriously ill and would die, pretending to be crazy and hitting the wall, hanging himself and wiping his neck, he walked along the prison for a while, and his errand today was completed-

But those who can come in here to eat in prison are naturally not trouble-free masters, either they have human lives on their backs, or they are vicious and vicious, anyway, they are not afraid of death.

As he walked by, there were cries, cries for mercy, and humming in pursuit.

A male prisoner knocked on the door frame with a wooden flail and shouted: "I really have a vat of silver in my house, but I can't remember where it was buried for the time being, uncle, you can let me out, I will dig up all the house as soon as I go back, and I will be the first to honor you when I find the silver!"

The prison sneered and didn't even look at it. The so-called daydreaming is probably this kind of person.

There was also a female prisoner, dragging a ghostly voice and shouting for a long time: "I look so good-looking, but Xi Shi Diao Chan, as long as you can let me out, I will follow you, uncle, and wait for you to be the groom and enter the cave room every night." ”

There was a roar of laughter from the surrounding cells.

The young prisoner sped up his pace in a hurry, he hadn't gotten married yet, so he naturally didn't know what it was like to be a woman, so he couldn't stand being molested by a woman in front of the public.

As he walked, he retracted his steps, attracted by the silence of a cell.

In the depths of this deep cell, it's normal to cry and cry, crazy and stupid, but it's not normal to be quiet like this.

Did you kill yourself?

He couldn't help but crane his neck to look.

In a dimly lit cell, a small figure crouched on the ground, the lantern in the prisoner's hand was raised, and the light slanted into it, shining on the face of the female prisoner.

The female prisoner's eyes were bright, clear, and clear, and she was quietly looking at the cell.

The prisoner's heart moved, and he knew by feeling that this female prisoner was not crazy and stupid, nor did she pretend to be crazy and stupid.

It is rare to be so quiet in this dark prison.

"Hey—" He couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

The woman shook her head, a smile on her little face.

"It's okay—" The prisoner was about to leave, but he couldn't help but say more: "Get up and move, walk, or lie down, squatting like this, you will get sick, and besides, you are so weird and scary." ”

The girl slowly stood up, but did not rush to the door like the others to tell what she was begging for, but walked slowly a few steps, and then went back to crouch against the wall.

"It's so stubborn!" the young jailer shook his head and smiled alone, turning away to make his rounds.

He had gone far away, and suddenly he heard a voice in his ears, the voice was thin and quiet, and strangely in this noisy and tumultuous deep prison seemed to have a unique quiet charm, which clearly came into his ears, "Can I ask you for one thing?"

Can I ask you for one thing?

She, like the other prisoners, had a request.

The corners of the prisoner's young mouth were grinning, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but it seemed that an invisible force was pulling him, and he couldn't help but turn around and walk back, "What's the matter, let's talk about it!"

"Can you find me some paper and a pen? Even the coarsest piece of horse manure paper, without a brush, just a piece of ink and an ink cartridge. As he spoke, he plucked a plain silver hairpin from his head, "You can help me find a few bamboo chopsticks, and you can dip them in writing if you sharpen them." As he spoke, he handed over the silver hairpin.

The prisoner froze.

He has been in prison for some days, and he has seen all kinds of prisoners, and many people have bribed him, especially the young ladies and daughters-in-law of wealthy families, who are covered with pearls and emeralds, and when they enter this place where they do not see the light of day, they can't all be pulled out and stuffed into the cell head and the cell on duty, so as to exchange for a moment and a half of convenience.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for this woman to bribe with a plain silver hairpin.

It's just that her expression is very different, although she is in the black prison, her eyes are always shining, looking at him gently.

The prisoner didn't know why he pushed the silver hairpin back with his backhand, "You don't need this—you need pen and ink paper, right? You can write? Okay, okay, I'll do it." ”

With that, he quickly turned around and walked away.

Because he suddenly found that his heart was beating uncontrollably.

When facing this little woman, he was actually very nervous.

Oh my God, he's nervous about being a prisoner! It's never been before he's been in this business.

He no longer had the intention of patrolling, turned around and strode away with the lantern.

Behind him, all kinds of begging for mercy, shouting, crying and cursing, chasing after the ass.

The inspection of the Lingzhou government jail is divided into two parts: morning and evening.

Patrolling the prison is a dirty job, not to mention anything else, just looking at the cells along the corridor, the prisoner's feces, urine and body odor and all kinds of foul language, insults and curses are enough for people to bear.

It's time for the second half of the day's patrol.

A chubby old jailer scolded and put on the lantern, and the smell of wine in his mouth spurted, and said, "His grandmother's has to go to that hell on earth again—I'm really fed up with the smell—"

The young prisoner suddenly stood up, "Uncle, why don't I go for you—young people should run more errands, you don't often teach us that!"

The old prisoner was stunned for a moment and smiled, "You can be taught, you doll is a sensible person - there will definitely be a future in the future!" ”

The little prisoner happily took up the lantern and left.

While he was hastily patrolling, he was thinking about a place, but he couldn't be too careless, in case someone killed someone, or someone cut himself, if he couldn't find out in time and go back to the state lord to pursue it, they would also be responsible for the prison.

He cursed and walked as he looked at the cells.

Finally, the cubicle was closer.

He pretended not to be interested in her, just scribbled a glance at it, walked over, and then folded back, and just as the lantern was close to the wooden door, he suddenly pulled out a roll of paper from his bosom and took out an ink cartridge from his pocket.

The dumb aunt didn't expect him to really help herself, and he did it so quickly.

She quickly took it and whispered thank you.

"I didn't help you. The little prison seems to be a little embarrassed by this word of thanks, the people in this prison are all uneven, no matter how educated people enter here, they will be assimilated by the environment, one by one become vulgar and full of nonsense, this woman is the first prisoner to say thank you to him.

"I'm just afraid that you will get sick from squatting like this, so I found some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. After the little prisoner finished speaking, he turned his head and left, he didn't dare to look at the dumb aunt's eyes.

The dumb aunt watched the young figure walk away, and couldn't help but smile, this prison is at most Bai Ziqi's age, although the body wrapped in the fat official uniform is trying its best to make a sense of majesty, but it still can't hide his immaturity and cuteness.

She opened her things and saw that a roll of white paper, although it was not as white as the kind of white plain paper used in Liu's house, it was not horse dung paper, a brush, an ink cartridge, and a piece of cloth wrapped in a piece of ink.

That's enough. She took a deep breath, slipped the cartridge into the jug in the doorway to get some water, and fumbled for grinding. The sight is too dark, it would be nice to have a light.

It's a pity that I'm embarrassed to ask for help again.

After the inspection of the little cell, he turned around again, and saw the dumb aunt squatting on the ground through the door frame, groping and grinding in the dark, and her vision was pitch black, but she was so serious.

"Here's to you. He hung the lantern on the doorframe and turned away.

The dumb girl looked up at the lantern, and reached in, and it was actually a hand-held lantern shrouded in a translucent tulle, and in it was a white wax burning.

Most of the candles are still in half.

The dumb aunt was delighted, rolled up Liu Wan's coat into a roll and sat down under her buttocks, and began to write on the paper.

"The Jade Book of the Dumb Aunt", four words were written out one by one, she pursed her lips and smiled, and shook her head: "Master, Master, some things are really impressive when I think about it, I think I was always so naughty in the past, thinking that as long as I learn Western medicine well, I will be able to eat enough for a lifetime, so I disdain the Chinese medicine that your old man personally demonstrated, and I don't bother to invest in learning." But you took a fancy to me, and your parents forced me to study. Hehe, who called me a good girl who loves flowers and flowers, and has an extraordinary memory and observation, and according to your old man, I am a good material for learning Chinese medicine in life - it's a pity not to learn Chinese medicine - it's a pity not to learn Chinese medicine -

Hehe, unfortunately I was hit by your old man's words! I ended up like this, and when I came to this society, I really had to rely on the little bit of Chinese medicine taught by your old man to mix society——

But it's also strange, I can't remember any of the ancient recipes you taught when I was free outside, but now it's a good thing, people are in the cell, their brains are clear, their memories are revived, and they are all bubbling out!"

Self-deprecating in his mouth, his subordinates kept writing, writing a "1", and then starting to write specific recipes.

Then write the second one.

Article 3.

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After writing a piece of paper, write down another one.

The fly's head is neatly lit and falls on the white paper.

Just as she was writing to herself, the candle flame flickered, her vision gradually dimmed, and the light disappeared.

She quickly reached out and touched it, and the candle burned out.

It's a pity, it's at the critical juncture.

She sighed and carefully rolled up the pages and put them away. Pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are also hidden under the grass.

Stretch out, yawn, and sleep on the stinking damp and cold ground again.