The dying Lin Lan was dragged to the Yunzhou Mansion.

"My lord, the prisoner Lin Lan dared to commit murder during the amnesty period, and he had no intention of repenting."

"The attacker, Niu Ben, has been served as a government official of Yunzhou Prefecture, and Lin Lu's crime is increased by one degree, and he should be executed by Ling Chi."

"Then drag it down, the palace will be happy in the past two days, and it will be beheaded in three days."

Lin Lan was sentenced to three days before being beheaded.

When he woke up, Lin Mian smelled a foul smell, and everywhere he looked was unkempt men.

These people were wearing ordinary clothes, and they were very jealous of Lin Lan in their eyes, so they retreated one after another, leaving an open space for Lin Lan.

Lin Yan noticed that the man with long hair next to him had a straight straw in his mouth, one leg spread out, and the other leg supported his arm.

There was pain in Lin Lu's forehead, he failed to kill Niu Ben, and his heart softened when he saw Niu Ben's old lady.

"Why don't you get out of the way?" Lin Mian took the initiative to talk to the man holding the straw.

The man glanced at Lin Lan: "You don't have a murderous aura on you." ”

Lin Lan has nothing to say, he needs to think about it most now, think about the short videos he has watched, and whether he has taught how not to hurt when he is beheaded.

"Ah Liang, you read it wrong, he is Lin Lan. He was a prisoner who had been amnesty, and he had blood on his hands. A little man approached and laughed at the man with the straw in his mouth.

"You're at fault, Aliang."

Meng Liang didn't raise his eyelids: "I have killed many people, and those who have killed are different from those who have not killed people." ”

The little man smiled at Lin Lan: "His name is Meng Liang, I am Li Mengzhou, the two of us went together, and we were arrested without paying the road tax." ”

Lin Mian raised his eyebrows: "Toll? ”

Li Mengzhou put his hands behind his head: "Our Wu Dynasty is short of silver, and everywhere we go is tax, toll tax, waterway tax, poll tax, and if you get a tax, it is silver." ”

Li Mengzhou pointed to the rest of the people: "They couldn't pay the toll tax and were arrested." ”

The straw fell off in Meng Liang's mouth: "Liang has killed countless people in his life, but he has never been arrested by the government for murder, but he was arrested because he had no silver on his body." ”

"The Wu Dynasty is over."

Lin Lan looked at the others in the prison: "Why don't you let your relatives and friends ransom you?" ”

Li Mengzhou stared at Lin Lan ridiculously: "Master Lin, you think it's like your family has silver." Those who have a way have already gone out, and only those of us are locked up in prison. ”

Only then did Lin Mian react: "Do you recognize me?" ”

Li Mengzhou laughed out loud: "There are a few people in Yunzhou City who don't know you Lin Gongzi. ”

"Since you are a native of Yunzhou, why don't you let your family ransom you out."

Li Mengzhou suddenly laughed more ugly than crying: "Pity me, it is precisely to redeem my younger brother that he will leave Yunzhou." In order to save money, I never hit the point of staying in the store on the road. ”

"Who would have thought that when you get back to your doorstep, the toll tax will go up!"

Lin Yan squeezed out a wry smile: "Hehe." ”

Li Mengzhou pointed at Meng Liang: "This kid is much worse than me, he has been locked up in Yunzhou Prison for three years, haha." ”

Dangdang, the officials beat the wooden pillars of the cells with wooden sticks.

"Get up and eat."

A large bucket of swill was carried into the cell, with rotten vegetable leaves and a few grains of undercooked rice, not even hot.

A bucket of swill, a bucket of black rotten bowls, and a wooden spoon were the only food for all the prisoners to eat in a day.

The swill is placed in the cell, and there is no scene of scrambling.

"Alas, what pigs don't eat, we eat every day."

"Damn, this is brushing pot water, and we are also living people."

"Heh, the water in the pot is stronger than this, and there is not even an oil flower."

The mortals in the prison are full of disgust.

Li Mengzhou was stunned: "We don't ask for any taste, we can have a hot mouth." ”

Li Mengzhou is an old man in the cell, and several acquaintances laughed at him: "Li Xiaozi, you are thinking about fart." ”

Lin Lan stood up, found two small sticks, put some grass clippings on them, and kept rubbing them.

The prisoners around him were stunned, not knowing what Lin Lan was doing.

While rubbing the two sticks, Lin Lan did not forget to instruct the others: "Use a bowl to build a small stove." ”

Three bowls are upside down on the floor as a stove, and one bowl is placed in the middle of the three bowls, with swill scooped on top.

The space below is stuffed with small sections of weeds that are temporarily used as firewood.

"Smoke, smoke."

"He's making the fire."

Only then did everyone understand what Lin Lan was going to do, which was to make fire.

The smoke became thicker, and the debris in the small hole in the wood turned into sparks, and Lin Yan quickly poured the sparks into the dry straw and blew them twice.

There is fire!

Meng Liang rarely turned his head to look at the flames.

For the first time, there was a fire in the dimly lit prison.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all came over, forgetting that Lin Lan was a death row prisoner who had killed people.

"Mother, this fire is better than the girls in Yihong Courtyard."

"Nonsense, how can the ladies of Yihong Courtyard compare to it."

Goo, goo.

Lin Lan squatted beside him, saw the soup in the bowl bubbling, and took out a rag from his arms, which still had some chicken essence powder in it.

Pinch a pinch of chicken essence powder and throw it into a bowl, Lin Lan stirs it well with a small wooden stick: "Who will drink it first?" ”

Li Mengzhou had already put his hands on the bowl, and he was not afraid of the hot and took a sip: "Hmm, hmm, it's delicious." ”

"It tastes better than the beef broth I've drunk outside."

A bowl of hot soup was licked clean by Li Mengzhou, and the bottom of the bowl was shiny.

Lin Lan handed the chicken essence powder to Li Mengzhou: "Put a little bit in each bowl, you can get it." ”

Lin Lan returned to the wall, his face finally had a smile and relaxation, it was his honor to be able to help others in the last moments of his life.

New bowls were on the stove, and someone was careful to add to the fire, and the prisoner hadn't drunk anything hot for a long time.

More hot soup was distributed to the prisoners, and some people burst into tears: "Oh, yes, I've drunk such a delicious soup in my life, it's worth it." ”

"God, you finally opened your eyes once, I didn't expect me to be able to drink such a delicious soup."

In order to speed up the distribution of soup, Li Mengzhou divided the chicken essence powder into several parts, and the fire was also divided.

There are four more small stoves in the prison, and the speed of soup is faster.

Meng Liang, who has always been taciturn, took a sip of soup and paused: "This taste? ”

"Like fish and shrimp in the river."

Lin Lan nodded: "It's made of dried shrimp and salt." ”

Unlike others, Meng Liang drank very slowly, taking a small sip at a time, as if he was tasting wine.

The swill in the bucket is getting less and less, and it is gradually bottoming out.

Many people have tears on their faces, and beauty makes people hopeful, and it also makes people desire.

Li Mengzhou saw that someone was chopping the bottom of the swill, and wanted to cook another bowl, so he immediately ran over: "Don't chop, Lin Gongzi didn't drink it." ”

Lin Lan smiled freely: "I don't drink anymore, it's a good thing that I can die in prison before I ask about it." ”

Lin Lai thought about it, and finally thought of a way to cut off his head without dying, that is, to starve to death in prison before being beheaded.

Lin Lan's words made the prison quiet again, and all the prisoners put their bowls in the barrels and sat back in their places.

They are not like Lin Lan, they are dying people, but they are even more pathetic.

It's the one who waits to die!