"Oh? You're a little weird. The career that others can't ask for, you don't even want to enter. ”

"Everyone has his own ambitions."

"That's right."

"This shackle is so heavy, how do you sleep with this thing?" Cheng Xiaohao twisted his neck and stared at the chains on his hands speechlessly.

Zhao Erhu smiled: "It seems that brother, this is the first time you have been in prison." Don't worry about it, when you're sleepy, you'll be able to fall asleep. ”

Cheng Xiaohao looked at the messy pile of straw behind him, and really didn't want to lie down.

Alas, last night I was still disgusted with the bed and bedding in the store, and now there is not even a bed or a bedding pillow, only a pile of dirty straw, and I don't know how many people have been lying. I don't know how many bacteria and fungi are growing on it.

The point is, these straws seem to have not been replaced for a long time, and they are all black and moldy!

And he once watched a TV series in which this kind of cell, under this pile of straw... It's all excrement......

When I think about it, I feel like I'm smelling some strange stench again.

With a chill, he decided to sleep against the wooden fence tonight.

I'd rather lie down on the dusty ground that you can see and touch than sleep in those straw piles that don't know how dirty they are.

Not long after he fell asleep against the fence, he was awakened by the cold, his teeth chattering, and his whole body trembling.

And the row of vents above the cell was still pouring cold air in, taking away the little heat that was left on his body little by little.

Looking at Zhao Erhu who buried himself in the straw pile in the cell next door, Cheng Xiaohao looked at the pile of straw in his cell again.

After hesitating, Cheng Xiaohao still failed to overcome the obstacles in his heart.

Forget it, if you're going to freeze to death tonight, then freeze to death.

At least it's more comfortable than cutting off your head.

He curled himself up in a ball and leaned against the corner of the fence.

In this way, there is less heat loss.

I thought that it would be impossible for him to fall asleep in such a cold situation.

At first, he really couldn't fall asleep.

I don't know when, he actually fell asleep.

I heard that if you fall asleep in a very cold situation, you may never wake up again.

Fortunately, that didn't happen to him.

With his heavy head on his head, he looked at the steamed buns and water on the plate in front of him in a daze.

I tried to reach out, but I found that my hand was unconscious.

！！！

Could it be that your hands are frozen?

Cheng Xiaohao, who was taken aback, wanted to stand up in a panic, but the whole person seemed to be numb.

It's like a tumbler, and after shaking it from side to side, it is planted on the ground.

Zhao Erhu next door exclaimed: "Are you okay?" ”

"No, it's fine."

I should be curled up and my blood flow is not flowing.

I suddenly thought of a news I had read, saying that a woman slept on a man's arm, which resulted in necrosis of the man's arm due to poor blood circulation, and was finally amputated.

I'm scared for a while.

Cheng Xiaohao let himself lie on the ground, because he felt that lying on his stomach could stretch his limbs.

Although he was still numb, his consciousness slowly returned.

After about half an hour, Cheng Xiaohao was finally able to move his hands and feet.

He slowly stood up against the wooden fence next to him.

After standing for a while, Cheng Xiaohao bent down to get the plate on the ground.

When you bring the steamed bun to your mouth, a rancid taste comes to your face.

This steamed bun is rancid!

I don't know how long it has been there.

He broke open the steamed bun, and it was still blackened inside.

Can this still be eaten?

But if you don't eat it... I couldn't be hungry, I had endured the cold all night, and now I had no strength and was weak.

I can only eat it, and it is better to be poisoned than to starve to death anyway.

Enduring the rancid and musty smell, Cheng Xiaohao quickly stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth.

But my stomach was still hungry.

Looking at the broken bowl that I don't know how many people have used, even if Cheng Xiaohao is unwilling, thirst is more unbearable than hunger. Still, he endured the discomfort and quickly poured the water from the bowl down his throat.

Fortunately, this water is not a rancid water, and it has a little sweetness. Alas, it can be regarded as a little happiness in the midst of hardship.

I have never suffered such grievances and sufferings since I was a child, and I have really experienced this day.

It's really sad.

Why are you so unlucky to cross by yourself, but those people on TV are constantly lucky, rich and lucky, and the last one has become a rich and noble person.

He doesn't want to be rich, he just wants to hurry back to the 21st century.

But the question arises again, how did he get here?

What happened that day?

Ever since the crossing, his head has been foggy. I only vaguely remember that day I went to an ancient culture fair with my friends, and he specially put on ancient costumes and wigs to see if he could meet the same ancient beauty to fall in love at first sight.

But then, what happened?

The thought of this starts to buzz in my head.

The strange picture fell to the ground in all directions, forming pieces of bull's head and not matching the horse's mouth, and the scene swirled in his mind.

Zhao Erhu, who was next door, looked at Cheng Xiaohao covering his head, shaking his head with a distorted face, and said curiously: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Cheng Xiaohao opened his eyes, and the pictures in his head instantly returned to the fog.

He shook his head a little confused: "It seems familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it." ”

In a daze, the familiar sound of chains shaking sounded again.

Cheng Xiaohao stuck his head out of the fence.

I saw a woman walking towards this side with a small bamboo basket covered with a thick cloth.

The woman Cheng Xiaohao knew, she was a servant girl who was with Ning Wenyu.

The woman came to Cheng Xiaohao's prison, squatted down and said with a smile: "Miss Ning sent me to bring breakfast to my master." She lowered her head, just in time to catch a glimpse of the empty plates and bowls on the ground, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It turns out that there is breakfast in this prison, and the girl said that the master must be hungry." ”

Cheng Xiaohao hurriedly said: "Just a steamed bun in the morning, I can't fill my stomach at all." ”

The woman smiled: "My lord's appetite is still so big, and I don't know if the breakfast prepared by the girl is enough for you to eat." ”

She lifted the thick cloth from the bamboo basket and brought out several plates of fragrant fried pastries, a golden boneless grilled fish, a small bucket of porridge with lean pork and green onions, and a few large steamed buns that were hot and the juices could be seen overflowing.

Cheng Xiaohao only felt that his saliva was going to flow out, not only saliva, but even tears were eager to spill out to express his gratitude.

Ning Wenyu was so good, she knew that she shouldn't have endured nausea in the morning and ate those steamed buns that she couldn't eat in her life.

Alas, now my stomach is a little flustered.

Cheng Xiaohao asked: "Can you help me inquire, where to go to the toilet?" ”

The woman's face turned red and she nodded.

After a while, she led a jailer over.

The jailer pointed to the pile of straw and said, "Gong bucket is there." ”

Cheng Xiaohao's eyes widened.

No wonder he always felt a strange stench coming from there, it turned out that there was really a commode.

If you hadn't resisted the cold before, wouldn't you be crowded with other people's feces.

You might even be careless......