Last time, it was said that Tang Zhou entered Luoyang from the east gate of the city.

He had to go through the entire city of Luoyang to the west of the city, and in Luoyang, the largest city in the country, there was no day that he could not walk at all. And when he entered the city, it was almost noon, so he couldn't go to the yamen today, so he had to go to the slums in the south of the city to find a corner to hide, otherwise he would be in trouble when the curfew came at night.

That night, Tang Zhou was lying under the eaves of a pitch-black house, smelling the smell of the stinky ditch not far away, looking fixedly at the thatched roof above his head, listening to the sound of mosquitoes showing off in his ears, his heart was both desolate and excited to end this kind of life that was not a human life tomorrow.

The sad thing is that he is alone in this world, and his father died 3 years ago. Although his father's previous illness was cured by the Taiping Sect, his father's health has not been good since then, and he finally failed to survive the winter three years ago. And Tang Zhou's mother, half a year after his father's death, also died.

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He is 31 years old this year, but he has no home, no money, no status, except for 17 breads in his arms, and more than a dozen dollars, he has nothing. It was supposed to be 30 breads, but 11 were taken away by the city gate guards, and he ate two more at noon and two in the evening. Now he is living more and more back.

But as long as he enters the government office tomorrow and reports to the official, his good days will come. It's a pity that his parents are no longer able to share this wealth and glory with him.

Tang Zhou tossed and turned all night, and he didn't close his eyes all night. Although this night was not much different from the bad experiences of these days, because hope was close and it felt like it was within reach, it was particularly torturous, and it felt like time was passing very slowly.

Tang Zhou waited for the sun's rays easily. When he finally saw the sky start to light up, he felt very sleepy. He had been thinking about it all night, and his mental fatigue was extreme. But he couldn't let himself fall asleep. He had to leave before he was discovered by the family, and he had to rush to the mansion as soon as possible to embrace his comfortable and comfortable future.

When he arrived at the mansion and beat the drum to sound his grievances, he was not taken to the lobby, but had to kill the mighty stick ten times first. If ordinary people want to go to court, they have to go through such a procedure, otherwise anyone can complain about trivial things, and those big men don't have to do their business. And the power of this killing rod is exquisite, of course, there is no difference between a rich one and a mosquito bite, and if there is no money, it depends on the mood of the executioner.

Tang Zhou looked at the killing rod that was about the thickness of his thigh, and he was so frightened that his soul was gone, and he imagined that if he was really hit ten times by that stick, his life would probably be gone. Besides, I don't have the money to bribe the tolerance, so I can't let them beat me lightly. So Tang Zhou struggled and shouted: "I won't sue!" ”

The yacha who pressed him smiled and said, "The drums have been beaten, can you still stop suing?" Then why did you go earlier? ”

Tang Zhou looked at Yacha's smile and knew that the other party was looking at his own joke. He knew that this time he was doomed, and he could only make the last dying struggle, and shouted: "I have money, you let me go, I will give you the money." ”

When the yacha heard that there was money to take, of course they were happy, but they didn't want to search Tang Zhou's body, it was dirty, so they let him go.

Tang Zhou took out all the rest of his net worth, that is, the remaining 16 breads, and ate another one in the morning, and of course the dozen cents. He hoped that the money could be exchanged for his life, so he didn't dare to keep a penny.

When the yacha with the stick saw what he was holding, he scolded: "What are you doing with Lao Tzu? Is this also called money? After finishing speaking, he motioned to his accomplices to press Tang Zhou to death, so that he could beat this poor ghost who didn't know the height of the sky to death.

However, just now, according to Tang Zhou's yacha, he stopped his companion and said, "Do you think he looks like he is rich?" It is estimated that this is already all his property. Just give him a few strokes. ”

Tang Zhou thought to himself: Now he is even more dead, and hurriedly shouted: "I have something important to tell the master." ”

Holding down Tang Zhou's yachale, he said, "Such a coincidence, you also have important things?" Who doesn't come here say they have something important? After speaking, he looked at his companion who was about to go crazy, and persuaded: "It's all poor people, don't kill you." ”

The yacha with the stick was not good for his companions, but he still felt unhappy in his heart, and felt that the poor ghost in front of him was here to entertain himself and others. Although he didn't really kill Tang Zhou, he still knocked poor Tang Zhou unconscious after ten sticks.

Tang Zhou was beaten on the one hand, and because he was tired, he fainted all day. When the officials saw that he was not dead, they didn't bother to care about him, so they let him lie there for a day.

The next day, the yacha with the stick who executed Tang Zhou saw that Tang Zhou was still lying there motionless, and felt that he was very eye-catching, so he went up and kicked him, scolding: "Still pretending to be dead? Hurry up if it's okay! Hurry up and get out! Seeing that he didn't move, Yacha increased his strength and kicked him a few more times, finally kicking Tang Zhou awake.

The first thing Tang Zhou did when he woke up was to find the eldest master.

When the yacha heard this, he became even more angry and scolded, "You're not done yet, are you?" What else could be important to you, poor ghost? As he spoke, he was ready to kick it down again.

The yacha who was in charge of holding down Tang Zhou yesterday hurriedly went up to stop his companion and persuaded: "If you fight again, he will really die." He turned back to Tang Zhou and said, "Don't waste our time here, go back early." ”

Tang Zhou was continuously despised by others, and his temper also came up, and he became stubborn, shouting: "The killing rod has been beaten, it's time for me to see the master, right?" ”

The Ya who held the stick before was almost not angry with Tang Zhou, so he turned around and went to find his own stick, ready to beat this poor ghost who didn't open his eyes to death.

The face of the yacha who was in charge of holding down Tang Zhou was not good-looking, but he did not refuse Tang Zhou's request, because he decided that a poor family like Tang Zhou could not have anything worth alarming the captain. And if what Tang Zhou said was not worth mentioning at all, Lord Captain would naturally not let him go. There is no need to worry too much about someone who wants to die.

So the yacha who was in charge of holding down Tang Zhou stopped his companion, told him his plan, and set up Tang Zhou with his companion and sent him into the lobby.