When the hood was lifted again, Lin Lan didn't feel the strong light. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn a closed corridor, there are iron doors at both ends of the front and back, and the slope of the corridor is slightly sloping, leading to the basement at a glance.

"Now that you've all listened, there's no turning back to make money. After a while, the white flowers and silver will be put into your pockets, and you will go out to eat and drink spicy food, but! ”

The man's voice suddenly rose and said, "When you enter this iron gate later, you have to listen to the orders of the head inside, and your wages are indispensable, understand?" ”

"Gotta you."

"It's so mysterious, it must be ......"

Syllable!

A whip struck the earthen wall on the side, whipping up a pile of dirt, "Don't ask, don't ask!" If you want to die, when you enter this iron gate, you can talk too much. Remember, keep your mouths shut! ”

Lin Lan carefully looked at the depth, according to this slope, it should not be very deep.

When a few stewards saw that the twenty beggars were honest, they nodded, pushed the iron door open, and led Lin Lan and them inside.

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Lin Lan frowned, and suddenly found that fifty steps away, there was another iron door, this time, it was a bend, it seemed that this so-called underground den was dug down like a circular staircase.

Lin Lan suddenly felt that the situation was out of his control. This strategy must be changed, otherwise this time, it is likely to become a grave dug for yourself.

Finally, after walking through the four iron gates, when the last iron door opened, a wave of heat suddenly gushed out, making the beggars in thin clothes feel refreshed and no longer so cold.

More than 20 cauldrons are located on both sides of the central aisle. Lin Lan looked at the cauldron with a caliber that was a foot wide, and couldn't help but be taken aback, this ...... How much private salt can be made on this day?

"What are you doing? Come here! ”

Seeing Lin Lan standing in place in a daze, a steward stabbed Lin Lan with the back handle of a whip.

"Oh." Lin Lan came back to her senses, pretended to be very flustered, and hurriedly followed the large army.

He glanced at the burning pot, but did not see the imprisoned people that Yun Xiaofan said, it seemed that he was afraid that these newcomers would see the ghosts of those people, and then they all made a noise to leave, and they were passive and slacking off.

Click!

In the corridor not far from the end, a hunchbacked old man on crutches came out. When he saw the beggar bastard standing together, he said, "I am Yang Xinyong, that is, Uncle Yang in your mouth." If you have the means, take the money out of my pocket! ”

"Uncle Yang is mighty!"

"Uncle Yang, my name is Da Qi."

As soon as they heard that there was money to be made, these people were like chickens. Some people may not have spent money in their lives.

Lin Lan looked at this old man who looked weak, and he couldn't see that he was such a ruthless person.

Yang Xinyong looked around and said, "What you have to do next is to dilute the paste in those wooden barrels, then take out the paper wool, and then steam the brine in the pot." It's a simple job, isn't it? ”

"What's so difficult about that?"

"It does seem simple. When you boil ten pots in a row, it's never too late to say easy. A smile crossed the corner of Yang Xinyong's mouth.

A young and vigorous bastard rolled up his sleeves and said, "Isn't it just refining private salt, what's so difficult?" ”

Yang Xinyong raised his eyebrows, the so-called see through or not to say it thoroughly, he can pretend to be very close to the people and talk to you, but you can't treat his tolerance as arrogant capital.

Syllable!

A slap in the face was slapped directly on the kid's face.

"Uncle Yang's territory, you talk a lot? Is this something you can say about it? Lin Lan's sudden slap blinded everyone present.

The man reacted, he was originally a bastard, and he was slapped so inexplicably, so he was naturally furious, "Bastard, dare to beat Lao Tzu!" ”

Lin Lan grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and directly knocked him to the ground, "If you want to make trouble again, you will be thrown into the pot!" The steward just said it, come in and don't talk too much, are you trying to kill your brothers? ”

A few stewards behind him were just about to come up, Yang Xinyong shook his head and watched Lin Lan continue to press the man.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you onions? Uncle Yang didn't say anything, what's wrong with you kid? ”

Lin Lan pressed the man's back and pressed his face to the ground, "When my mother was messing with Uncle Yang in Fushou Lane, you kid didn't know where to eat soil!" Lin Lan pretended to be ruthless and said.

Yang Xinyong, who was standing in front, waved his hand, and the two stewards immediately stepped forward and separated the two of them.

"Okay, they're all here to find things to do, don't do it at every turn." Uncle Yang glanced at Lin Lan with some appreciation, "Of course, this little brother is not wrong. Here, doing more and talking less is better than anything else! ”

"Lao Wu, a few of you assign the time tasks of each group, you, come with me."

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows, and secretly said in her heart, did it happen so quickly. He was still thinking about how difficult it would be to gain the trust of this demon in such a short period of time.

Lin Lan followed Yang Xinyong and slowly walked into the corridor on the other side. As soon as the iron gate opened, and looking ahead, there was a wooden door behind a short narrow passage.

Lin Lan recalled Xiao Fan's description, probably after this wooden door, it was the legendary Uncle Yang's "special".

Yang Xinyong walked in front, put the crutch in his hand on the side near the iron door, then put on a prosthetic leg, limped into the wooden door, opened the lock on it, glanced at Lin Lan, and said with a smile: "Come in." ”

"Yes, Uncle Yang." Lin Lan said with a fist at Yang Xinyong.

The space behind the wooden door was cramped, as Yun Xiaofan described, a wooden table, a chair for torture, a bench behind the table and a large wooden cabinet, nothing more.

However, in such a space, the demon in front of Lin Lan used despicable means to torture the people imprisoned here, in order to refine private salt for him and earn a steady stream of silver taels.

"Sit down." Yang Xinyong smiled.

"Oh, it's better for Uncle Yang to sit, just stand up." Lin Lan glanced at the chair, for fear that there would be some mechanism, so she pressed him directly on it.

Yang Xinyong limped to the back of the table, sat on the bench, and said, "It's quite good." I don't have a good back, and sitting on a chair is not as comfortable as a bench, you sit on yours. ”

Lin Lan hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the torture chair.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, Uncle Yang, you forgot, I'm Ah Lan."

Yang Xinyong touched the markings on the back of his hand and muttered, "Ah Lan, right......"

His fingers inadvertently tugged at a thin thread under the table.

A bell rang from outside!

Lin Lan's pupils shrank and looked at Yang Xinyong.

The four rushed in from outside, and without saying anything, they tied Lin Lan's hands and feet to the chair of the torture instrument.