The old guards of the Imperial Prison, like Xu Xiaole, did not tell all the truth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Xiaole is not going to "go out for a diagnosis", but to go out for several consultations.

Although these prison guards are also regarded as brocade guards of the direct army, they can only be regarded as wrestlers in terms of grade, and some are not even considered wrestlers, and they belong to errand service.

Jinyiwei has infinite scenery on the surface, but at least he has obtained the first level of school captain, and people will give you a good face, let you eat some overlord meals, and smooth a few fruits at will. Low-level brocade guards such as wrestlers and errand servants are also facing great pressure in life, and they can only squeeze some oil and water from the heads of prisoners.

However, the edict prison is different from the prison of ordinary yamen. The prisons of other yamen belong to drought and flood to ensure income, and people are always caught in. Although he is not rich and rich, he does not have to worry about life.

It's all up to luck, either no one comes in, or it's a big official who comes in. The big officials also have to look at luck, some big officials are willing to pay for their families, and the jailers can eat well up and down; If you encounter "clean officials" like Xu Hui and Gao Zhiyuan, then the jailer can only survive hard.

Gao Zhiyuan finally brought thirty taels of income to the old army, but Xu Hui didn't even have anyone to visit. In addition, after the new emperor ascended to the throne, all the officials who were imprisoned by the orthodox emperor turned over, and even if they were not reinstated, they all took advantage of the amnesty to go home and enjoy their happiness. Now that the prison is empty, it is conceivable that the jailers have become a problem even to eat, let alone see a doctor.

In particular, Jingshi is the best area in the world, rice is as expensive as pearls, burning wood is the same as burning cinnamon wood, if you are sick, seeing a doctor to grab medicine can simply make a well-off family go bankrupt overnight. Under such heavy pressure, even if they were sick, the jailers used folk remedies to deal with it, such as eating more mung beans and eating loaches alive.

Some people are in good health, and they will be fine if they stand up. Some of them were originally in poor health, and if they ate these messes, their lives were fine, and what was even worse was that they were tortured by illness before leaving.

The old soldier guarding the door took Xu Xiaole's thirty taels of silver, so he naturally refused to give it out. He knew that his peers in the back two doors just needed a doctor, so he asked Xu Xiaole to go to the clinic to replace the silver. This is actually a two-sided benefit, because everyone has no money, which is equivalent to making it convenient for each other.

Xu Xiaole has long known that spring is the season of high incidence of epidemics. If you don't take good care of your body in winter, you don't eat properly, your clothes and quilts are not warm enough, and you may not notice anything wrong at the time, but you will definitely get sick in the spring. Moreover, the spring of Jingshi is different from that of Jiangnan. The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is warmer day by day, while the spring in the north has a cold return. In this kind of solar term, it is normal to get sick.

When the jailers heard that Xu Xiaole was the imperial doctor, of course they welcomed it, and they went to see two people who were said to be seriously ill that afternoon.

Xu Xiaole distinguished the virtual from the real, and after a dose of medicine, the people here have not left, and the patients over there have already improved.

Even the old army was taken aback by such medical skills, and no longer doubted Xu Xiaole's identity as an imperial doctor, so he was particularly stammered, and made a name for Xu Xiaole.

In a closed environment like the Imperial Prison, there were only twenty or thirty jailers in shifts, and word of mouth spread all over Xu Xiaole's name. They were either plagued by illness themselves, or someone in the family was sick, so they all rushed over at this time, ranking their seniority one by one, waiting for Xu Xiaole to come to the door one by one.

With such a person's popularity, if you want to go to the imperial prison to visit a prison, it will not be troublesome.

That night, the old army took Xu Xiaole and Luo Yun to go through the motions first. Because at night, even if the commander heard that a prisoner was sick, he would not be able to rush here, and the jailers below would have the opportunity to rush to the power.

Xu Xiaole originally wanted to bring Gao Ruonan. But I don't know what the situation is in the prison yet, and who is inside. If Gao Ruonan is brought in rashly, the father and daughter will hug and cry, saying something that should not be said, but it will cause trouble, so let's talk about it next time.

The old army lit the lamp and led the way.

Xu Xiaole looked at the flickering lights in front of him, thought of the ghost fire in the wild cemetery, and felt inexplicably furious in his heart, so he leaned on Luo Yun. Luo Yun is a muddy person, he doesn't know how to be afraid at all, and he has probably been in and out of this kind of gloomy place since he was a child, and he has a sense of calmness in the leisurely stroll.

"The edict is not bad, the prison is so big, and it is all divided into switches." Luo Yun also came in for the first time and commented.

The old soldier smiled: "Do you think anyone here can come in?" Although some people come in, maybe one day they will rise higher, and we all have to provide for them. ”

When Xu Xiaole heard the two chatting and talking, he felt a little more popular and bolder, and said, "I thought the edict was underground." ”

The old soldier said: "How laborious is digging a dungeon?" Although there is, there are few after all. Besides, wouldn't it be a discredit to the Holy to keep the prisoners here in the dungeon? ”

Xu Xiaole nodded again and again: "The Holy Lord's wisdom and martial arts are benevolent and righteous, after all, he wants to give these prisoners a decent person." ”

The three of them were talking nonsense, and they had already arrived in front of the prison in Kochifu, and the people along the way opened the door, which was really unimpeded.

Gao Zhifu had already fallen asleep, and when he heard the movement outside the door, he opened his eyes and saw Xu Xiaole and Luo Yun at a glance.

The old soldier took out the candle from the lantern and put it on the lampstand beside him, and said, "I'll show you outside, and come out when I'm done, don't stay too long." ”

Xu Xiaole thanked again and again.

Kochifu turned over and got off the stone bed, walked to the fence, and said with a crying voice: "Xiaole, why are you here!" ”

Xu Xiaole saw that his head was full of straw, and he couldn't bear it, and said, "Uncle Gao, do you want to bring you a bed and futon in?" ”

There was nothing in the cell, just a urine bucket and a stone bed. There were straws piled up on the stone bed, which served as both quilts and mattresses.

Kochifu shook his head: "Ruonan is okay?" Hasn't she gone back yet? ”

Xu Xiaole told the three of them about temporarily renting a yard in Beijing, and said: "I have medical skills, and I always have no problem eating, and I will never let Sister Ruonan starve and freeze." But she was very stubborn and refused to go back to Suzhou, and I couldn't help it. I'll bring her in another day, and I'll have to persuade her personally, Uncle Gao. ”

Kochifu put his head on the fence, his throat rolled, and tears flowed out: "If you give birth to a son or not a man, what's the use of sparing her filial piety!" ”

Xu Xiaole had no choice but to listen, and said secretly: If you suffer from such trouble, even if you give birth to a son, it is useless.

After Gao Zhifu cried for a while, Xu Xiaole said: "Uncle Gao, don't be sad first, when I find out the joints of Jingshi, I can still communicate for you." However, in this place of Jingshi, I ask for money everywhere, and in order to see you, I will go bankrupt, and by the way, I have to sell my body and art, so this communication joint, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

Kochifu lightly hit his head against the wooden fence and said, "I am the one who dragged you down, and now I only hate to be an official." ”

Xu Xiaole's heart was sour, and he said secretly: Sure enough, being a doctor is better than being an official, tsk, no matter how it is, it won't be so sad!

The three of them here were in the gloom, but a glutinous Suzhou dialect came from the opposite side: "After all, it's better to be an official." ”

*(To be continued.) )