"Hey, let me ask you, what did you mean just now? You serve the fat man across from you like a servant, why do you treat me so cruelly here? Hey, you told me what was going on. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhuo Yifan looked at the jailer on the ground in confusion.

The jailer on the ground, it seems, that the pain in his body has not been eliminated, is still grinning, in the current situation, he has no power to fight back, but is worried about his life, so he has to take a lot of trouble to speak.

"Don't hide it from you, uncle, we received a little benefit from him, so we let him be called like this, otherwise who would pay attention to him like this. The jailer grinned and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, that means you took his money?"

"Well, a little bit. The jailer said this like a fly buzzing.

"Okay, I see, you actually collected the money. Zhuo Yifan stood up and was so angry that he swayed back and forth beside him.

This frightened the jailer lying on the ground enough, saying that he would be beaten again after a while, and his face turned a little green in an instant, and he shouted: "Uncle, I won't dare to do it again in the future, I beg you to let me go, I will repay you well after I go out." ”

"If I want to eat the dish just now, how much do you want?" Zhuo Yifan suddenly squatted back to his original place.

"Ahh The jailer lying on the ground didn't believe what he said.

Zhuo Yifan grabbed his head and let him look at himself, "What I said is true, how much does it cost?"

The jailer looked around and held out a hand, meaning five taels.

Zhuo Yifan smiled, thinking that he could eat such a good meal with only five taels. In an instant, he took out ten taels of silver from his white shirt and shook it in front of the jailer.

The jailer's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, it turned out that this was a rich master, and now Lao Tzu made it.

The jailer just wanted to reach out to pick it up, but Zhuo Yifan shrank his hand back again, and said to the jailer: "These five taels of silver are the money for the meal, and the remaining five taels of silver are your running expenses and the cost of the injury just now, what do you say?"

"Good. The jailer looked at the silver taels in Zhuo Yifan's hand, nodded and said, but his eyes were fixed on the silver taels.

Getting the silver in Zhuo Yifan's hand, the jailer who was originally lying on the ground instantly came to his senses.

"Oh, big brother, if you take out the money earlier, the little one won't be beaten like this, as long as you have money, there is nothing to do here, you wait for the little one to do it immediately." After speaking, he got up and patted the dust on his body, and he didn't feel any pain on his body, and walked out of the prison with a smile on his face, and turned back from time to time and shouted as he walked: "Uncle, you wait, the little one will come in a while." ”

When the jailer walked to the other cell door, he suddenly shouted with a straight face: "Whatever you see, get out of here!"

Hearing the shouting voice of the jailer outside, Zhuo Yifan shook his head helplessly at this time. Hey, it is said that money can make ghosts grind, and 99.99% of the things in this world can be solved with money, and sure enough.

Zhuo Yifan and the little monk have been locked up in prison for several days, although they couldn't eat enough at first, but since the last time the jailer was greedy for silver, their food has improved greatly, and it can be said that as long as you have money, you can eat something different almost every day.

Zhuo Yifan is also becoming more and more worried, just like this, it is endlessly closed, even if there is a mountain of gold here, it will be quickly moved and hollowed out, and the best things to eat in this cell are not as good as the flower world outside, when he thinks of these Zhuo Yifan looks sad, he thinks about escaping all the time.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yifan went out with enough money this time, and after being detained here, Zhuo Yifan slowly got along with the prison guards and even the cell bosses, which made him feel that he had hope of going out. So every time it is time to eat, Zhuo Yifan will bring an extra pot of wine, or add two more dishes to the jailer, so that over time, Zhuo Yifan can now not be locked in a cell, and it can be said that he is very free to enter and exit the prison.

Every time the lunch was served, he was free to go in and out of his cell for half an hour, which made his prison life unique, and he hummed a little song to get out of the cell door.

"Little monk, what do you want to eat today, I see that you have lost weight, how about I give you a roast suckling goose?" Although Zhuo Yifan knew that the little monk didn't eat meat, he couldn't help but want to tease him when he looked at his fat little face.

The little monk's eyes suddenly became frightened, "Amitabha, the little monk is a monk, you can't eat meat, if the donor is still thinking about the little monk, then just bring two steamed buns to the little monk." ”

Hearing that the little monk was going to eat steamed buns, Zhuo Yifan shook his head helplessly at this time. "I don't eat so many delicious foods, I want to gnaw on white steamed buns, I'm also drunk, okay, I'll have someone bring it to you later." After speaking, Zhuo Yifan walked out of the prison door with square steps.

As he walked out, he greeted the prisoners on both sides of the cell from time to time, even though he didn't know any of the prisoners in the cell, he was just showing himself.

Zhuo Yifan held his head high, and after a short time, he passed through the slightly dark prison passage, and there was a step in the corner, he slowly walked up the steps, there was a stone room on the left side of the steps, this stone room was where those cell head jailers were on duty, and there were still two jailers guarding outside at this time, guarding the passage leading to the outside of the cell door.

Zhuo Yifan saw that the road to the outside of the prison door was in front of him, but he couldn't get out, which made him, who had always been used to being free and casual, very aggrieved.

The two jailers in front of them, when they saw Zhuo Yifan coming, they were happy from the bottom of their hearts, because they knew that someone had sent them benefits again, could this not make them happy, and in an instant, both of them were happy, and shouted to the stone house: "Boss, Uncle Zhuo is here." ”

In an instant, a thin man in his forties walked out, with a wrinkled face, a pair of small eyes under his shallow eyebrows, and two thin mustaches on his mouth, which kept shaking up and down as he spoke.

"Brother Zhuo, please. The big man who came out of the stone chamber shook the two mustaches on his mouth with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, Brother Zhao, please. Zhuo Yifan also coped.

As soon as I entered the stone room, there was a wooden table in the middle, and there were a lot of tea bowls on the table, and there were many torture instruments hanging on the wall near the wooden table.

"Quickly pour tea for Brother Zhuo. The cell boss surnamed Zhao shouted with a laugh.

As soon as he finished speaking, a jailer quickly ran forward, bending over and running forward to pour tea.

Zhuo Yifan raised his eyebrows, slowly put the tea on the table, gently put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then looked at everyone and smiled: "Brother Zhao, why did you start drinking tea?"

"Huh...... Don't hide it from my brother, our brothers are shy in their pockets, and now they can't afford to drink. ”