These prisoners who signed up to come have never had enough to eat.

Because, in prison, they rarely even have the opportunity to eat.

Jiang Xinghuo himself has experienced this, and he knows very well that the two meals of gruel a day for the official supervisor are probably very good treatment compared to the civil prison.

In this case, if you ask the prisoners, what exactly do they want.

Then the answer is often moving.

They just want a full meal!

However, this kind of thing is simply not achievable.

If the prison does this, it will await the jailers with more work, more trouble, and even a greatly increased probability of their injury or death.

Therefore, for these ordinary prisoners, being able to eat a bite of steamed bun is already very luxurious and very satisfying.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the prisoner in front of him.

There are men and women, old and young.

But at this moment, they have something in common, everyone is unkempt and embarrassed, and the skin exposed under the tattered prison clothes is generally covered with bruises and bloodstains, as if they have just been beaten in the torture chamber and dragged back here, which is particularly hideous and terrifying.

And around their bodies, there was also a suffocating stench, and the whole space was filled with a strong rancid smell.

Jiang Xinghuo quietly watched the group of prisoners eat without saying a word.

Finally, the prisoners and students finished their buns.

What's next—

Jiang Xinghuo picked up the charcoal pen, only wrote a ginger character in the upper left corner of the board, and stopped.

In addition to the grinding sound of charcoal and wooden boards,

There was no response.

After a few moments, there was a rebellious retching sound in the room.

One person was in a hurry, and the steamed bun that ruminated was mixed with saliva and stuck in his esophagus, retching uncomfortably, but pinching his throat with both hands.

The prisoners around him consciously moved away from him.

Jiang Xinghuo walked quickly to his side and pressed his shoulder.

"Spit it out."

The man was unusually resolute against the instinctive feeling of vomiting, trying to swallow the precious bun back.

Jiang Xinghuo patted him on the back, and the man shook his body, wanting to resist, but he didn't hold back his strength, and an undigested hard-faced bun was spit out.

Almost between the lightning and flint, everyone's eyes were greedily staring at the dumpling that had been vomited, ready to move.

The man stretched out his hands to pick them up from the ground and stuff them back into his mouth.

A shoe, stepping on the bun.

The man looked up and glared at the owner of the shoe.

Jiang Xinghuo squinted at him, a tall, thin young man with thin looks and sunken cheeks, chapped lips and blood stains.

The lines of his face are very soft, his eyebrows are slender, and he is just pale on his face, but it makes him, who was originally delicate, a little gloomy.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the tall and thin young man.

"Answer my question, I'll give you another bun."

The young man looked at the small piece of steamed buns that had been trampled on the ground, with an anxious look on his face, and only said: "You are also a prisoner, but you are a teacher. ”

Jiang Xinghuo just said to the two jailers at the door.

"Go to the kitchen and get some more buns."

Xie Jin and Zheng He stared wide-eyed, look at me, look at you.

These two imposter jailers have just changed their clothes and waist knives, and God knows which way the door of the prison kitchen opens?

Xie Jin motioned for Zheng He to go, but Zheng He was not used to him.

In terms of official position, Zheng He is the number one eunuch in the inner court, and in terms of merit, Zheng He followed Zhu Di to fight all over the audience, but he was not a young eunuch and eunuch in the palace who Xie Jin could command at will.

What's more, Zheng He was so harmed by Jiang Xinghuo's words not long ago that he went to Wanli Stone Pond to dig bird droppings.

After coming back from this trip with great difficulty, many people in the palace even laughed at him, saying that he had made a great contribution this time, and His Majesty would definitely crown him a "bird marquis".

Now Zheng He returned to Nanjing with a fleet of guano, and before the smell of guano was washed away, he was assigned by the emperor to Jiang Xinghuo again.

I just came back from digging guano for you, and I instructed me to serve you steamed buns, who am I Zheng He?

Three Guarantee Eunuchs!

The commander of the Daming Water Division!

Don't I want to lose face?

Seeing that Zheng He, who was indignant, Xie Jin was helpless, so he could only grit his teeth and turn around to find the bun.

As a result, Xie Jin's resentment towards Jiang Xinghuo was a little more.

Jiang Xinghuo saw that after the two lazy jailers exchanged glances, one of them went white, and he didn't delve into it anymore.

And the prisoners, seeing that Jiang Xinghuo, the prisoner in charge of teaching, really ordered the jailers to be mobilized, but their attitudes changed somewhat.

Most intuitively, they are willing to speak.

Jiang Xinghuo asked at the young man.

"What's your name?"

"Little ...... Little Five. ”

It was the tall and thin young man who was oozing some blood from the corner of his mouth just now.

It may not be accurate to say that it is a young person.

To be more accurate, it should be a big boy.

Jiang Xinghuo nodded at him, and then said to everyone: "Before I came, someone should have told you that if you come to me every day for an hour to learn literacy and arithmetic, if you learn well, you will have steamed buns to eat." ”

"Jiang Mou is a good talker, and when he saw that you were very hungry, he allowed you to eat steamed buns first."

"If you eat a bun today and plan to give up, Jiang has nothing to say, please go back now."

The prisoners looked at each other, and the jailers all went to serve the buns, and now they go back, isn't that a big loss?

"No one went back?"

Jiang Xinghuo walked to the middle of the duty room, and then, looking around, he found that most of the rest of the prisoners had very calm expressions.

Although the scars on their bodies were still shocking, they did not feel panic, and even, they seemed to have long been used to it.

Only, when their gaze swept over another prisoner in the corner—

The man hung his head down, curled up in the innermost part of the wall, and his hair blocked the only light in the room, completely obscuring his appearance, and it was difficult to discern his true appearance, let alone recognize him, even if he looked closely.

Jiang Xinghuo frowned slightly.

In such a group of dirty prisoners, there is an unexpectedly white person.

"Look up."

The man shrunk his neck, and the prisoner next to him whispered, "Change your face, don't want to eat steamed buns?" This gentleman who teaches is talking to you! ”

In this way, the man raised his head, but he painted his face like a ghost with the white ash that he didn't know how to blow.

Immediately after, the man turned his head.

"Wow", he turned into a simple red face mask, and I don't know how he did it.

As soon as the red face came out, his whole person also changed from a state of huddled in a corner to a strange one, and the whole person was full of anger.

"Red-faced Guan Gong, you Eminem!"

Seeing this person's face change, the prisoner next to him also changed his complexion, as if he was extremely familiar with him, and cooperated to press him to the ground.

"Don't go crazy! Change back! ”

Looking at this farce, Jiang Xinghuo's face was not shocked, but he couldn't help but think about it.

"Yes, the co-author is still a schizophrenia, and there are really all kinds of characters in the edict now."

When the kid called 'Changing Face' returned to the white-faced state and retracted into the corner with a face, Jiang Xinghuo was able to continue.

After inquiry, Jiang Xinghuo probably knew the names and circumstances of each of these prisoners who came to eradicate illiteracy.

The retching guy at the beginning is called Xiao Wu, and he walks the streets and alleys to grind mirrors. Well, it is to grind the copper mirror with mercury to make the blurry copper mirror clear again.

The one called "Changing Face" is not a real drama practitioner, the little beggar on the side of the road learned from a master who picked up his half bucket of water.

I really only learned two hands.

Practice every day, practice every year, and fantasize that one day you will become a corner on stage, and in the end you will change these two times.

The result is these two times, because no one guides but substitutes for the role by himself, and he is stunned.

The old man who was missing a leg was a scalemaker, and he had no name, so he was called "Deng Lao Scale".

Waiting for the scalemaker, as the name suggests, is responsible for proofreading the scales for the big guys in the market, and there are two things that are needed to do this, one is to have a steady hand, and one is to know whether the scale is greasy; The second is credibility, but if it is seen that someone has done something once, he will not be able to do this business from now on.

It is the so-called 'weight in the eyes, weighing in the hands, and not the slightest difference'.

Zhang Ling, a street detective, specializes in gossiping with people, telling witticisms and auspicious words, flattering people, mostly seen in the Qinhuai River and prosperous commercial neighborhoods, who have also been engaged in the promising industry of "selling wars" (selling fake medicines) before.

In the other corner, he was stunned by a piece of wood hair without saying a word, it was a craftsman who carved and pinched the mold, and he changed it to "Muleng", and he didn't know if it was a fake name, a nickname, or a real name that made Jiang Xinghuo hear the words, his fingers had already been eroded by gold dust for many years, and he looked like a pair of golden hands and meat Buddha under the candlelight.

There is also a kiln, which is also silent.

Probably knowing the origin and names of these people, Jiang Xinghuo also had a bottom in his heart.

Counting the time they spent eating steamed buns and introducing themselves, half an hour has passed now, and Jiang Xinghuo still has no plans to speak.

This couldn't help but make Zheng He, who was standing at the door with a knife and watching, secretly frowning in his heart.

Jiang Xinghuo, what is this going to do?

At this time, Xie Jin also came back with a basket of hard buns with a calm face.

Seeing that the teaching progress here was still zero, Xie Jin couldn't help but sneer and put the steamed bun on the table.

"Bang!"

The top bun was shaken and turned over.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the strange jailer strangely.

It's not strange because he hasn't seen this jailer, after King Gu plotted against him, the jailers of the edict prison changed around, and there were more jailers he hadn't seen.

Jiang Xinghuo's strangeness is that this white and thin jailer is so blind, how did he live so well to this day? It's not like a person with a big skill and background.

didn't have time to think about it, Jiang Xinghuo asked the first formal question in the face of these students in the literacy class of the Imperial Prison.

Jiang Xinghuo pinched the charcoal pen with three fingers and wrote a handful on the wooden board.

He turned to his head and asked, "Do you recognize what this word says?" ”

(End of chapter)