Chen Wude left, wiped his mouth, patted his round belly and left.

Xu Zhou smiled and beckoned Chen Wude away, then got up and walked towards the county prison.

"Old man, the guests are gone, go and put away the bowls."

"Alas..... I had to fold in a few bowls of noodles. ”

"Be quiet, go and go."

The old man in the white skirt around his waist, under the tireless urging of the old woman, went over to clean up the mess on the table.

A bowl of noodles and a bowl of wine add up to a total of seven copper plates.

lost seven copper plates in vain, and the liver pain of the old man who lived for most of his life.

I cursed in my heart that the two little officials in official uniforms just now, where to eat is not good, they have to eat at their own stalls, and they are not delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Away from the disaster of the courtiers, the old man was a personal victim.

At the end of the year, all the hard-earned money went into the stomachs of these officials.

The old man shook his head, picked up the mess on the table, and put the chopsticks and bowl into the frame.

When wiping the table, a few copper plates fell from the table.

The old man rubbed his eyes vigorously, and froze in place for a moment.

"Old woman, come on, see if I'm blind....."

The old woman hurried forward, and when she saw the copper plates scattered on the ground, she was speechless in shock.

The sun is coming out in the west today.

The officials actually gave money for dinner.

......

County jail.

Xu Zhou stood at the door and gave his iron waist card to verify his identity before he was able to enter.

When I entered the prison, it was eerie and foul-smelling.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of the trumpet of the liquor order.

Xu Zhou covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, turned a corner, and saw four or five jailers sitting around a table, eating, drinking, and punching, and bones and slag all over the table.

Xu Zhou briefly said hello to them, but no one responded to him.

He didn't care, he consciously took a fire stick from the wall and pinned it to his waist, and carried a bucket to bring water to the prisoners in the prison.

It's just a quarter past noon, and it's time to eat.

The conditions in the prison were not very good, and the floor was wet.

Step on it, and it will chirp.

From time to time, fat rats perform acrobatics on their heads.

Going down the tunnel, the light dimmed all of a sudden.

Only a few oil lamps lit up the walls of the deep corridors.

The basement floor is full of vicious prisoners.

For example, murderers, robbers, bandits, and Jiangyang thieves are all powerful characters.

At the end of the corridor, a thin jailer was feeding the prisoners.

Xu Zhou carried a bucket and a scoop in his hand, scooping a bowl of water for each prisoner in turn.

At noon, the prisoners ate like this, a bowl of rice without side dishes and a bowl of water.

The county jail is not a welfare institution, as long as it ensures that the prisoners do not starve to death or die of thirst.

What's more, there are still some murderous prisoners here, and if they are fed and drunk, will it still work?

Therefore, it is also a science to compress the food of the prisoners to ensure that they do not starve to death and have no extra energy to make trouble.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the end of the corridor.

Xu Zhou, who was bending down to fetch water, looked up and saw a pair of withered arms sticking out of the fence in the distance, grabbing the food jailer and slamming it into the fence with all his might.

Make a "clang" sound.

The thin jailer was small and had little strength, and he couldn't break free for a while, and he was hit with all kinds of meat.

Xu Zhou took a few quick steps, ran to him, took off the fire stick at his waist, and without leaving any hands, he slammed down on the prisoner's arm.

The prisoner was in pain, so he loosened the clothes of the thin jailer and retreated to the dark corner of the prison, staring at Xu Zhou fiercely.

"If you dare to make trouble again, my lord will tear you apart!" Xu Zhou waved the fire stick in his hand and pointed at the prisoner and said cruel words.

In the face of the wicked, only a more ferocious person than him can suppress them.

"Are you alright?" Xu Zhou looked at the emaciated jailer and helped him up.

The thin jailer is about the same age as Xu Zhou, with a green face, but he is a little small.

Following the memory of the original owner, Xu Zhou knew that his name was He Bao, and he was the youngest and least experienced among the jailers.

is worse than Xu Zhou, He Bao has been here for less than a month.

Usually a transparent person, he is called back and forth by other jailers.

No, at noon, the other jailers were eating wine and meat, and he was responsible for delivering food to the hundreds of prisoners in the prison alone.

"No, it's fine." He Bao covered his arm and didn't dare to look up.

It's a cowardly teenager.

Once upon a time, Xu Zhou was the same.

Seeing He Bao, Xu Zhou seemed to see himself who had just joined the work.

"Don't cook, I'll come, you just stand behind and help carry the bucket." Our Lady of Xu Zhou's heart overflowed and commanded.

Xu Zhou decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get in close contact with the prisoner.

This is a great opportunity to practice your anger.

People can't be too cowardly, sometimes they have to be ruthless, the jailer doesn't know how long to do it, and it's always right to learn more.

He Bao nodded, followed behind, and didn't say much.

In the following time, the two cooperated tacitly.

Xu Zhou was like an old jailer who was not stingy, holding a fire stick in one hand and knocking on the fence to make a clattering sound.

When the prisoner was far away, he put his meal.

He Bao was holding the bucket in both hands, followed behind Xu Zhou, and didn't say a word, just watched carefully with his eyes and studied.

By the time the hundreds of prisoners had finished eating, it was already half an hour later.

Xu Zhou leaned against the wall, beating his thighs and waists, saying that this work was really not done by people.

No wonder the group of old fritters above hid and drank, and pushed all the work on He Bao.

"Let's go, go up and rest for a while, breathe." Xu Zhou carried the bucket and returned to the ground.

It was only when they passed by the drinking jailers that the two were stopped.

Several of the jailers looked a little drunk, and they couldn't stand steadily.

One of the sturdy jailers beckoned to the two.

His name is Pang Hu, and he is considered a tyrant in prison, and even the county master can't do anything about him.

"Come here, come here, I'll go to the latrine." Pang Hu burped, forced himself to stand up, and when he stood up, his body was like a hill.

Xu Zhou and He Bao temporarily put down the bucket in their hands, stepped forward one by one, and set up Pang Hu's body and walked towards the toilet.

Just two steps away, He Bao was overwhelmed, his legs staggered, Pang Hu was already drunk, otherwise he would not need to be supported by anyone to pee.

All three fell to the ground together.

When the other jailers saw this, they all laughed.

Pang Hu sat on the ground, shaking his dazed head.

Xu was ridiculed by his colleagues, and he was not angry for a while, so he slapped He Bao in the face, scolding in his mouth.

"What's the use of asking you? Waste, you can't help people. ”

Smack-

Another slap landed on the other side of He Bao's face.

It's all there.

One on each side, and the five finger prints are clearly visible.

He Bao was slapped to the ground with two slaps, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Pang Hu turned his head, looked at Xu Zhou on the side, raised his hand, and slapped Xu Zhou's face.

"What are you looking at, you stinky boy! If you beat him, you won't hit you? ”