However, the aroma of the white porridge under him quickly made Yuan Song shut up.
There’s something to eat!
Yuan Song was overjoyed. The feeling of being hungry was too uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to pick up the bowl of thin soup and porridge that he had never even looked at before and drank it in big gulps.
Most of the bowl of porridge was filled with water. Yuan Song just felt a little better in his stomach, but after a while, he began to growl.
Where can I feel full if I drink water?
The ranger next to him saw his shocked look and sneered: "It's good to have a bowl of clean white porridge to drink. How many people outside can't even afford such a bowl of white porridge and can only eat rice bran soup that's loud in their throats."
Yuan Song curiously asked: "What is rice bran soup?"
When the rangers heard this, they were stunned, and then they laughed. These nobles really didn't even know what rice bran was.
A ranger explained: "It's the layer of skin on the outside of the rice."
Yuan Song had some memories, and he also went to Zhuangzi to inspect the harvest in the fields. The thorns that came off the rice bran made him itchy all over, and he had to wash himself twice after returning home.
"Can rice bran be eaten too?"
The ranger said with a smile: "Mules, cattle and horses can eat it, and so can people."
Yuan Song found it incredible, "How can humans and animals be compared to each other!"
The rangers all laughed angrily at him.
"In this world, people are worse than animals. Animals have no brains and don't have to worry about how to fill their stomachs tomorrow. But people are different. People have to work hard to live. In order to survive, they can eat Guanyin soil and tree bark."
"That's the Xu Jiajun. Otherwise, who would prepare clean soup and porridge for us prisoners? No one cares whether you are hungry or not. A bowl of rancid swill is good. This white porridge is like the jade liquid.
If I eat a few more bowls, I won’t be unwilling to die..."
The rangers sighed.
Yuan Song held the empty porridge bowl in his hand and thought about it. For them, this bowl of white porridge, which is even thinner and more soupy, is actually as good as fine wine?
Thinking carefully about his days in prison, Yuan Song shook his head in horror. He never wanted to go to prison again in his next life.
The ranger next door thought it was funny when he saw him like this, and said half-frightened and half-bored:
"Is this disgusting? I'm afraid you haven't seen what this cell looks like before the leader of the Xu family army enters the city."
Yuan Song was indeed attracted and looked up at him. He still remembered that on the first day he entered the cell, he was fainted by a stench that was unique in the world.
The ranger stretched out a finger and said: "The black mud on the ground is so thick, it is all accumulated over the years..."
The ranger glanced at him with a wicked smile, "You think it's feces and urine? No, there's blood and rotten human bones as well."
"Once you enter this cell, don't even think about getting out. How many innocent souls have died here in vain. I heard that there are ghosts howling and weeping at night. They will circle around you. They won't leave even if you scold them. They just want to arrest someone and go down.
Keep it company..."
"Two days ago, the leader sent people to clean up. Do you know how many finger bones were swept out from the black mud? It was full of a dustpan. I heard that the jailer here likes to use pinch torture, so there are so many finger bones."
The ranger had seen it with his own eyes and described it vividly. Yuan Song's face turned pale a little. At this moment, he was extremely eager for the sunlight to come in when the cell door was wide open.
At least it wouldn't make him feel so cold, as if there were some invisible guy surrounding him blowing on him.
The ranger asked: "Looking at how you are dressed, I guess you have never seen the ghost in this cell before, right?"
Yuan Song nodded. If he wanted to see any prisoner, he would just ask the people below to bring him to him. How could he come in person to a dirty place like a cell?
However, he also heard a little bit about what happened in the cell.
But I've always heard about it. The coldness here can only be understood by experiencing it personally.
Yuan Song has only one idea now, get out of this hellish place!
"Are you the Master Zhoumu of Jizhou?" You Xia asked curiously.
Yuan Song nodded.
The ranger had known it for a long time, and now he was just confirming it again. When he saw Yuan Song admitting it, he spat at him!
"You deserve it! Today is the day for you too!" The ranger cursed bitterly. He was smiling one moment, but his face changed in the next second.
Yuan Song silently raised his hand to wipe the wetness from his face. There was an indescribable stench, like something accumulated between his teeth that had not been brushed for several years. He was so disgusted that he vomited directly.
Yuan Song vomited all the white porridge he had just eaten. While vomiting, Yuan Song looked at the dim cell and the disdainful and cheerful eyes of the rangers. He felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes. Every familiar or familiar figure
The unfamiliar face bared its teeth and claws in front of him, like a demon crawling up from hell to beg for his life.
"My hometown was hit by a disaster last year. A family of seven starved to death and I was the only one left. I heard that Mr. Zhou Mu was still searching for game meat. You still want to eat meat, can you afford it?"
"I don't think I should give you this bowl of plain water porridge. I just want you to taste what it feels like to be so hungry that you can't sleep and want to scratch your stomach to pieces!"
"The refugees standing in front of you are eating minced meat. You don't open a warehouse to stock up on food. Instead, you ask evil-hearted officials to drive us to the Xiling mass grave outside the city and tell us to lie down and wait for death! Why don't you die yourself?
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"There are so many bones in the mass graves, so you are not afraid of ghosts calling the door in the middle of the night!"
"You ate our fields, sucked our bones and blood, and yet you scolded the barren mountains and rivers for causing unruly people, and sent out officers and soldiers to kill the unarmed villagers. You deserve to have the Lord of Hell drag you into a frying pan and cut you into pieces with a thousand knives!"
There was so much resentment in the cell that spittle flew over and almost drowned Yuan Song.
If the disciples of the Huokang Gang who were guarding the prison had not arrived in time, the prison door would have been almost broken down by the excited rangers.
Yuan Song covered his head and face and huddled under the straw mat, fainting from fear.
But in the dream, these fleeing ghosts didn't let him go. Yuan Song was frightened and woke up countless times. When Xu Yue wanted to see him, he felt a little out of sorts.
As the dazzling sunlight shone down, Yuan Song stood in front of the cell and stared blankly. After a long while, he moved his feet under the urging of the Huokang Gang disciples.
The originally good pair of soap boots had been coerced and taken away by the ranger in the next cell. He walked barefoot on the slightly hot bluestone, and his dull eyes gradually showed a little brilliance.
In the side hall of the government office, Xu Yue heard the movement outside and looked up, and saw an unkempt, disheveled, barefoot old man standing outside with his head lowered. After a while, he raised his head to look at her.
Xu Yue clicked her tongue and asked Liuzi next to her softly: "What happened?"
Liuzi said: "It's nothing serious. It's just that the rangers in the cell knew his identity and scolded him for two days and two nights."
Xu Yue shook her head and asked Liuzi to take the person down to wash up and then bring him back.
Yuan Song's current state is not suitable for talking about things at all.
Liu Zi took orders and took Yuan Song down to clean up. After taking a hot bath, he changed into an ordinary coarse cloth shirt and put on new cloth shoes. He shaved his beard and combed his hair neatly, so he looked like a good person.
