In the Fusi Imperial Prison in Jinyiwei North Town, Yang Fan and Tu Shanyue walked into the dark alleyway under the leadership of the jailer. There were dark thick wooden fences on both sides.
A dim oil lamp was hung every ten meters or so in the prison. The shadowy figures could barely be seen clearly. The passage was quite wide, about six meters wide, and countless dark arms stretched out from the wooden bars on both sides, half-dead.
Shaking.
"Sir, please give me something to eat. I'm hungry!"
"My lord, my lord, I was wronged"
The jailers had long been accustomed to it and turned a blind eye. Occasionally, if someone shouted loudly, they would greet them with water or fire sticks, and beat them with a crackle, and then there would be no movement.
Xiao Niangpi covered her mouth and nose with her hands, frowned, was very impatient, and cursed: "Hurry up, hurry up."
The jailer knew that this Dongchang aunt could not be offended, so he quickly responded, "Don't worry, Miss Tushan, you will be there soon, you will be there soon."
After walking through more than ten cells, the jailer stopped and shouted loudly: "Mr. Anhuang, come here."
Then the cell door was opened.
The jailer nodded and bowed and invited Xiao Niangpi and Yang Fan to come in. Then he brought in two more chairs and wiped them carefully with a cloth.
Another jailer came over and installed a few torches on the wall, and the whole cell suddenly lit up. The cell was cold and damp, with straw on the floor, and a toilet in the corner, which exuded a foul smell.
The cell lit up, and a group of female prisoners inside all started wailing and covering their eyes with their clothes. After seeing strong light accidentally in the dark for a long time, their eyes couldn't stand it.
A group of women in ragged clothes and unkempt hair huddled together, shivering. A few mice ran out of the straw, and a woman with quick eyesight and quick hands caught them in her hand and opened her mouth to bite them.
Several women nearby saw it and immediately rushed to grab it. The woman quickly stuffed it into her mouth, and the mouse was chewed alive by her. She made several squeaking screams, and soon there was no movement.
When the other women saw that the mouse was gone, they cursed and retreated back into the straw. They continued to cover their eyes.
Several policemen raised water and fire sticks and beat her randomly. Amidst the cries of father and mother, an old woman was pulled out.
"My lord, my lord, don't talk to me. I am over sixty this year." The old woman cried and said.
However, several officials expertly inserted water and fire sticks into her limbs, and then clamped the sticks. Suddenly, she was unable to move. She was directly thrust in front of Yang Fan and Tu Shanyue.
Yang Fan frowned, disgusted with these jailers.
There is a saying in ancient times that a car, a ship, a shop, a foot and a tooth should be killed even if he is not guilty.
Government servants and jailers are countless times more vicious than these five types of people.
Mrs. Anhuang trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head. She didn't know how many years and days had passed since she was taken into this dark prison, and she couldn't see her fingers every day. If she hadn't still been thinking about her son,
I had long thought about going on a hunger strike.
At this time, a gentle voice said: "Get her a bowl of porridge."
Immediately, a jailer went to get a bowl of porridge. This was what the jailers ate. Although it was a bit watery, it didn't taste rancid at all.
Mrs. Anhuang put her hands into her mouth and finished the rice porridge in a few seconds.
"Thank you, Mr. Qingtian, woo woo woo." An Huang kept kowtowing to Yang Fan.
She had never eaten porridge made from millet since she came in. It was all made from wild vegetables and boiled vegetables. She could only eat porridge made from moldy grains once every three days.
"What's your name?" asked the adult sitting on the chair.
"Lao Shen Anhuang" Anhuang didn't know what to do with her. Could it be that her son had been caught and that the mother and son were being interrogated together.
"Is there anyone else in your family?" Yang Fan asked pleasantly.
"There is also a son named An Sanxi."
Yang Fan nodded, that's right.
Tu Shanyue saw Yang Fan nodding and said to the jailer: "We need this prisoner to handle the case, so I will take him away. Do you know how to deal with it?"
The jailer quickly squeezed out the chrysanthemum folds on his face and said with a flattering smile: "Don't worry, Miss Tushan, a temporary arrest just died yesterday, named Anhuang. He died of a sudden illness. Hehe."
Xiao Niangpi nodded with satisfaction, took out a linen bag from her arms and threw it to him, and prepared to leave with Yang Fan and Anhuang.
"You're rewarded by the little Xie Tushan stall," several jailors shouted quickly.
Xiao Niangpi waved her hand impatiently and signaled.
The jailer quickly took out a black cloth bag and put it on Anhuang's head.
"Old lady, you're lucky to be able to work at Tushan Stall to fish for people yourself."
Yang Fan was a little surprised and didn't know what was going on. After walking out of the prison, Yang Fan looked at several people leading Anhuang, who had a black cloth bag on his head, and followed him staggeringly.
"Are you afraid of being seen?" Yang Fan asked Tu Shanyue.
"Idiot, she hasn't seen the sun here for three years. It's okay to see the sun suddenly. Do you want to blind her?"
Yang Fan touched his nose in embarrassment, which made sense. The female prisoners who were irritated by the torches just now covered their eyes, let alone the sunshine outside.
"How long will it take for her to get used to it?"
"Ten days and a half month"
At night, An Sanxi was brought to Guande Hall.
After he was arrested, he was kept in handcuffs and shackles and detained in the gendarmerie squadron of the regiment training. Following the team's movement, he came to the capital from Yangliuqing.
Since he was caught, he has also thought about it. He has killed so many officers and soldiers, and he no longer expects any good results.
The only thing he cared about was his mother in prison.
Fortunately, although the soldiers wearing white helmets were rough, no one abused him, and he was fed three meals a day.
The first time he had three full meals a day, An Sanxi was moved to tears.
During the Ming Dynasty, everyone ate only two meals, but An Sanxi never knew that he could eat three meals a day and still feel full.
He sighed, this cell was worth living in.
Today, two military policemen came and opened his shackles. An officer shouted to him: "An Sanxi, follow me."
An Sanxi followed him obediently. These soldiers had bad tempers and he didn't want to get into trouble.
Several people led him through the tents, looking at the soldiers' camp, and arrived in front of a courtyard.
An Sanxi read the words and saw a high wall with a three-bay gatehouse in the middle. There was a plaque hanging on it, "Shoot to observe virtue." The army led him in through the small door on the wall.
Prisoners are not eligible to enter the gate.
We saw a majestic main hall and side halls on the left and right.
An Sanxi was thinking, this was obviously not an ordinary place, it was clearly the office of a big shot. He had seen many government offices and county offices on his way to escape, but none of them had this kind of momentum.
I don't know why I brought myself here.
After entering the main hall, the officer asked him to kneel on the ground. After a while, two people came from behind talking and laughing. It was Yang Fan who had arrested him and the beautiful girl.
An old woman staggered up behind them, with a look of fear on her face.
The moment An Sanxi saw the old woman, he froze in place as if the tube had been struck by lightning.
