In the early morning, a faint light shone through a crack in the roof of the cell and shone on the floor of the corridor outside the bars of the cell. There were scolding and fighting sounds from various cells, and more than a dozen prisoners in the cell opposite Ren Siqi had a fight for some reason, and with a "bang", a tall man was kicked on the iron railing, and the huge impact sound spread throughout the cell, and Ren Siqi was suddenly awakened.

"You fool, dare to rob Brother Eighteen, you don't want to live!" A lean man scolded, turned around and changed into a smile: "Eighteen brothers, please first!" ”

A man of medium stature in his thirties walked out, walked to the toilet next to the iron fence, unbuckled his trouser belt, pulled out a black thing, and put water on it.

"Don't let people pee, it's too bullying." The man who was kicked leaned against the iron fence and muttered aggrievedly, in fact, his figure was more burly and strong than everyone in the prison, but he looked dull and very cowardly, no wonder he was bullied.

Ren Siqi looked at the opposite cell with interest, and found that although there were many people in the opposite cell, there were clear hierarchies, and the first one to pee should be the boss in the prison, with a stout body, the placket was open to reveal thick chest hair, and there was a scar on the dark face from the corner of the eye to the ear, and the whole person looked like a fierce god.

Finding that Ren Siqi was watching him, he glared at him fiercely, shook the things under his crotch at Ren Siqi like a demonstrative, and slowly tied his trouser belt.

One by one, the prisoners lined up to release the water, and finally it was the turn of the man who was beaten. He stood up, and Ren Siqi was surprised to find that he was more than 1.85 meters taller, standing in the cell and taller than others, plus he was strong, standing there like a bear, but although he was tall and strong, he gave people a harmless feeling.

Looking at him, Ren Siqi reminded him of the characters in the cartoons he had seen in his previous life, Xiong Da and his brother Xiong Er.

The sky slowly brightened, and the sound of key collisions sounded with the sound of footsteps, and the iron gate on the outermost iron fence was opened. I saw Liu Prison and another prisoner surnamed Zhang walk in, and it was time for breakfast.

The "Xiong Er" in the opposite prison hurriedly rushed to the iron railing with a broken bowl, waiting for dinner, and was unsurprisingly kicked and beaten aside by other prisoners, squatting there and muttering aggrievedly.

Liu took out black steamed buns from the bamboo basket he was carrying, and distributed them one by one to the prisoners sticking out of the iron railing, one for each person, no more, one for each person, and the other prisoner scooped out the thin rice soup that shone out of the face from the wooden barrel he was carrying and poured it into the prisoner's bowl.

Looking at the black thing in his hand, he didn't know if it should be a steamed bun or a cake, Ren Siqi was in a daze, this thing was made of no food, not to mention it, and it emitted a musty smell, which made people swallow.

Let's take a sip of soup first, Ren Siqi picked up the broken bowl and took a sip, and immediately spit it out again, lying on the ground and vomiting vigorously, the taste of the soup was so weird, Ren Siqi felt that it should be boiled in swill.

"If you don't want to eat, can you give it to me?" A voice came from the opposite cell, Ren Siqi raised his head, and saw Xiong Er lying on the iron railing of the opposite cell looking at him pitifully.

"What about yours?" Ren Siqi subconsciously asked.

"The steamed buns are too small, not enough to stuff the teeth." Xiong Er said aggrievedly, his steamed buns had already entered his stomach.

Looking at the black steamed bun in his hand, Ren Siqi was sure that he couldn't swallow it, so he threw it to the opposite side.

There was a three-meter-wide aisle between the two cells, Ren Siqi didn't grasp the strength well, just threw the cake into the middle of the aisle, Xiong Er stretched out his arm to reach it, but he almost couldn't reach it, so he withdrew his arm, stretched out his long legs from the middle of the iron bar, stepped on the black steamed bun with his foot, and slowly retracted his legs.

Footsteps sounded, and Liu Jiaozi walked over from the other end of the aisle, lifted his foot in leather boots, and stepped on Xiong Er's foot.

A terrible cry came out of Xiong Er's mouth and floated throughout the prison.

"What are you doing?" Ren Siqi held the iron fence and scolded angrily.

Liu Cellhead twisted his foot a few times, and Fang took it back. Xiong Er hurriedly retracted his feet, took off his shoes, and rubbed the surface of his feet vigorously with his hands.

"Here Lao Tzu is the sky," Liu Jiaozi looked at Ren Siqi coldly, "No matter if you were a talented master in the past or a pirate, you will be honest with Lao Tzu when you come here." Saying vicious words, his eyes looked at the cell opposite, and he stared fiercely at the scarface boss in the opposite cell.

After Liu Prison went out, Xiong Er stretched out his feet again, carefully pulled the black cake that had been trampled into front of him piece by piece, carefully picked it up with his hand, blew off the soil on the black cake, and bit down in small bites, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Are you a talented man?" Xiong Er finished eating the black cake in his hand and sat on the ground against the iron bar.

"It used to be." Ren Siqi said.

"Then you are amazing, my mother said that the master of Xiucai is all stars in the sky." I can't see that Xiong Er is still nagging.

"Where's your mother?" Ren Siqi asked.

"Dead." Xiong Er's face showed a sad look, "The family is all dead, I am from Kaifeng, we have been fighting there in the past few years, officers and soldiers, thieves, rogues, bandits, fighting all day long, there is no way to live." I took my father and mother to flee south. When crossing the Yangtze River, my father died of illness and was buried by the river. I carried my mother all the way to the south, and then my mother also fell ill, I worked hard for others, earning money to give my mother medicine, but I couldn't cure my mother's illness. Later, my mother also died of illness, but there was no place to bury it, and then someone promised to help me buy a coffin to find a place to bury my mother, and promised to find me a place to eat, so I came with him, and came here. ”

"Did you know this is a death row?" Ren Siqi asked. Xiong Er is undoubtedly guilty of others, but he sold himself too cheaply.

"I didn't know at first, but then I knew, but I don't regret it, at least I earned a coffin for my mother, it's good here, you don't have to cook anything, you can eat, if only you could eat enough." Xiong Er's face was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but how much suffering had he encountered to make him so calm, even if he stayed in prison, he was so happy?

"My mother told me that Master Xiucai is all stars in the sky, but you are Master Xiucai, why are you here?" Xiong Er asked in surprise.

"I was wronged." Ren Siqi said, thinking about whether to talk about his grievances to Xiong Er? It's not very useful, though.

"The damn people who came in here said that they were wronged, that they had a fart, and that they would not be the same as their heads in the future! Coward. The boss in the prison opposite, the scar-faced man disdainfully spat on the ground: "Lao Tzu is not wronged, Lao Tzu has killed countless people over the years, robbed countless boats, and countless girls, the name of Scarface Eighteen resounded along the coast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, even if he was beheaded tomorrow, it would be worth it!" ”

"Yes, the eighteenth brother is a real good man."

"I've also killed people, I've killed my little mother, and I'm not unjust if I die."

"What I admire the most is the eighteenth brother, who is not afraid of danger, and the true character of a husband."

Under the praise of his subordinates, Scarface Eighteen sat triumphantly, looking at Ren Siqi with disdain.