It was a scorching summer afternoon, and the entire Moshan prison was silent. This block-shaped prison is the most notorious place in the entire Qingshan County. The prison is full of the most vicious people, those who have committed terrible sins and boundless murders. The four corners of the prison are surrounded by tall watchtowers, each of which is patrolled by arrow-wielding soldiers, and at the slightest movement below, endless arrows rain down. Not to mention that at every corner below, there are sword-wielding soldiers, working in three shifts, guarding there around the clock. The huge black shields leaned against the high walls of the boulders, lined up. Even though the weather was hot, the soldiers were all wearing heavy armor and their eyes were like hooks.

The prisoners in Moshan Prison wanted to escape, but it was not possible at all. Even if they could get past the triple iron bars inside the prison and run to the alleyway less than four feet wide, that is, the souls of the soldiers under the swords. Not to mention the sharp arrows in the hands of the soldiers on the watchtower, the arrow clusters are highly poisonous, and the throat is sealed with blood.

The inner perimeter is threefold, and more than a dozen soldiers are standing there weakly under the scorching sun, and suddenly a light sound of footsteps came, and the soldiers suddenly felt slightly cold, and one by one they cheered up, and the steel knife in their hands was also tightened.

A young man with a small stature and a fair face walked in from the corner of the periphery, carrying a large basket behind him, and walked over step by step. He was wearing a soapy standard uniform, and he didn't need to look much to know that the word "Yong" on the back of the young man's clothes was covered by a basket.

"Brother Chen, no wonder I didn't see you today, I went to Jicai to buy it?" The leader of the soldiers greeted the young man happily, and a pair of greedy eyes were already staring at the basket behind the young man, and he couldn't move it.

"Yes, Uncle Guan," the young man Chen Mo grinned. When they got closer, the leader of the soldiers lowered his voice and asked, "Is there any wine?" ”

"I've prepared it for Uncle Guan," the young man Chen Mo quickly reversed his hand, pulled it up from his waist, and a big cowhide bag was held in his hand and handed to Uncle Guan.

Uncle Guan stretched out his hand and put the cowhide bag in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he reached out and patted Chen Mo's shoulder gently, "Brother Chen, thank you." ”

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and swept the sweat on his forehead, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, thank you, Uncle Guan is good, I have it in mind." ”

Uncle Guan nodded with satisfaction again.

The young man Chen Mo carried the basket on his back and continued to walk forward. He walked slowly, neither slowly, but quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Boss, have a treat tonight?" A soldier asked Uncle Guan.

"The old rule, the wine is from Brother Chen, at least ten catties. Everyone has a share of the food money, and no one is allowed to leave," Uncle Guan smiled heartily.

"It's a blessing for them that there is a not stingy jailer in Prison C," one of the soldiers exclaimed.

"Not stingy? Huang Laosan, then you don't understand. Brother Chen is not stingy, people are called smart, and he doesn't eat alone. Brother Chen is not very old, but his methods are spicy, thirteen prison houses were transformed into luxury rooms, standard rooms and ordinary rooms by him, and the same prisons were divided into three, six, nine and so on. This person, if they are all the same, they are all fine, but I am afraid that there will be differences under the same roof, those Jiangyang thieves, their bones are very hard, and the government can't pry their mouths open with torture. Brother Chen is young, and he knows how to respect his predecessors, and when he gets the silver, he respects the old jailer, no one says that he is not, even our brother Guan doesn't praise Chen Mo for his goodness? At a young age, he knows how to make profits, and he is indeed not an ordinary person," another soldier couldn't help but say.

"That's right, I don't know how this kid's braincase grows, he can think of such an idea, when he was alive, he didn't have such a good idea," the leader of the soldiers, surnamed Dahan, couldn't help but nod.

Just as the soldiers were chatting in a low voice, Chen Mo had already walked into the C-shaped prison area. As soon as he stepped in, Du Xiaochi hurriedly greeted him, "Brother Chen, are you back?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and took the basket behind Chen Mo's back.

Chen Mo is sixteen years old this year, his father is a jailer of Moshan Prison, and he died of illness two years ago, and Chen Mo took his father's position. Such things are not uncommon in Moshan Prison. Many jailers came in like this, even Du Zichi in front of him and Chen Mo entered Moshan Prison in the same way. Du Zichi is two years older than Chen Mo, but he is convinced by Chen Mo and is willing to be a younger brother.

Chen Mo is not from this world. He had somehow crossed over to this continent on the Blue Star. On Blue Star, Chen Mo is a small civil servant, and his career is almost the same as now, he is a correctional cadre in a prison, and his name is also Chen Mo, and I don't know how he crossed over a year ago to the current Chen Mo.

After arriving here, Chen Mo gradually discovered many differences between this continent and Blue Star. On the Blue Star, no matter what the children of the family, they have to study, and on this continent, reading is not much use, guns and ammunition, aircraft cannons, submarines and tanks, people here have never heard of it. It is true that there is an official government to maintain order, and those who are in power are all warriors.

Chen Mo had seen the strength of the martial artists here with his own eyes. The man surnamed Guan, who had just taken a bag of wine from Chen Mo's hand, once smashed a big stone with one punch. Chen Mo repeatedly confirmed that the stone was real, not a prop for the chest broken boulder played on the blue star.

Chen Mo, who was born as a small civil servant, quickly adapted to life in the New World. He even ingeniously set up luxury prisons, standard prisons, and ordinary prisons in the C-shaped prison area. In the eyes of the other jailers, what Chen Mo did was simply incredible, but Chen Mo gave his salary for three months in a row to the jailer leader of the C-shaped prison district, and his plan was supported. If you want to implement your own ideas, the support of your leaders is indispensable.

Just as Chen Mo thought, in order to live better, eat better, and behave decently in front of other prisoners, the prisoners told Chen Mo where they were hiding the silver outside. In just a few days, Chen Mo earned hundreds of taels of silver, and he also accepted Du Xiaochi, who was tight-tongued and sharp-eyed, as his younger brother. With the silver dots, Chen Mo is like a fish in water in the No. C prison area, and the jailers always greet him with a smile.

Chen Mo got more, Jiang Yang's martial arts methods, fist and foot martial arts, swords, guns, sticks, and various weapons of the unique techniques, he picked them all and learned them all over again, don't look at Chen Mo's height is not high, at most only one meter six, and his body looks thin, he is actually already a martial arts expert.

"Did he recruit it?" Chen Mo asked Du Xiaochi.