"One in prison, I'll send one out, and here's another one..." Lao Xu counted on his fingers.
"Oh, this is what you gave away." Ma Qingshu said calmly.
"Scared?" Lao Xu was startled and said, "I looked at them and they all put people on the boat."
"We intercepted him again." Ma Qingshu couldn't help but said proudly: "How about it? Should he be hanged?"
"Dang, dang, dang!" Old Xu praised crazily, wishing he could shoot a rocket. Then he asked: "Sir, just now you said that I have a way to kill them, do you want me to send Mr. Hu to the government to report him?"
"No." Ma Qing Shuxin said, this is what the government sent. He said solemnly: "How did you get him out? Just get him back."
"It's so simple..." Lao Xu said, but felt that it was not that simple anymore. "No, it can't be done. When I was collecting night incense in the prison, the prison bosses were all watching. If he saw me, he would send me away again. Come back and chop me alive?"
"No. You even thought that you would be silenced. How could Prison Chief Zhou, who has done so many bad things, not think of that?" Ma Qingshu shook his head and smiled: "This morning, after he got off duty, he found an excuse to take leave and ran away. And not only did he mess up. None of our people caught him."
"The prison boss is still very capable." Lao Xu admired him very much.
"But when he asked for leave, one of our people happened to take over for him," Ma Qing said again, "so you'd better go collect the night incense on time."
"Won't the people over there find me?" Lao Xu asked worriedly.
"No, they no longer pay attention to the cell." Ma Qingshu explained casually.
Lao Xu thought about it. Everyone has been replaced. What else is there to pay attention to that fool inside?
Ma Qingshu didn't tell him because His Highness just wanted Hu Weiyong to know that his son was sent back to prison again...
~~
So that night, Mr. Hu had another dream, the same as last night...
In the dream, he was put into the dung truck again. And it was still the smelly dream, with the suffocating strong stench...
Then just like yesterday, he soon regained consciousness due to the smell.
I found that the good news and the bad news remain the same.
Mr. Hu is all numb, it’s not over anymore, isn’t it? I am also the prime minister, so what’s the point of being soaked in excrement soup?
The sound of him splashing in the dung bucket alerted the people outside. The man opened the lid of the bucket and whispered to him: "Master Hu, please be patient. I came to rescue you on your father's orders." You escaped."
"Hahaha..." Hu Tianci couldn't take a breath of fresh air and was completely confused. He was sure that this was the second time he heard this person say this. What the hell is this?
He struggled to open his eyes and saw outside through the crack. It was still as dark as last time.
Mr. Hu couldn't help but said in shock: "Really?"
"Then there is still a lie? I stole you from the prison of the Ministry of Justice, but your head will be lost. Who would make such a joke?" The man whispered while pushing the cart. It was exactly the same as the previous time.
"Why do you use this method?" Mr. Hu couldn't help but repeat it, as if this could bring him back to yesterday and start over.
If he could really do it all over again, Mr. Hu would definitely tell Lao Huang not to enter the river and dive into the reed swamps...
In order to prevent this illusion from being shattered, he cooperated with the old man pushing the cart and kept the same dialogue.
Until the old man closed the lid again. Mr. Hu suffocated for freedom.
Because the wooden barrel needs to be leak-proof, the material is very solid, and all the gaps are tightly filled, making it watertight and airtight...
As soon as the lid was closed, the world suddenly became quiet. No sound from outside could be heard, and only the sound of sloshing water accompanied him.
So it’s strange that Mr. Hu doesn’t suffocate...
Moreover, this time his resistance was obviously not as good as last time. He gradually lost his consciousness and then passed out.
~~
When he woke up again, it was because his whole body was slammed to the ground.
With eyes full of stars and the sky spinning, Mr. Hu found himself back in a familiar cell.
‘No, how come you not only went back to the past, but also went back in time?’ Mr. Hu was stunned for a moment, so shocked that he couldn’t care less about the pain all over his body.
Because he saw another version of himself being stuffed into a cesspool by the combined efforts of the old man Xu and the prisoner.
"That's my bucket..." Mr. Hu didn't know where he got the strength. He stood up and shouted, throwing himself at the bucket. "That's where I stay!"
Soon after, the prisoner flew up with a whip and hit him right on the temple.
Mr. Hu fell straight to the ground, and he was so painful that he could not speak.
"You bitch, you finally admitted that you are a poop!" The prisoner cursed fiercely and slammed the cell door.
Mr. Hu struggled to crawl forward, watching with tears in his eyes as Lao Xu pushed the dung bucket away, and stretched out his hand to grab the dung bucket back...
But naturally it was in vain, as old man Xu and his car quickly disappeared.
Mr. Hu lay on the ground crying like a dog.
"Wow, this is different from last time."
"Liar, didn't you say you came to save me? Why did you send me back again..."
"I don't want to be here, I want to go back to the bucket, wuwu, let me go back to the bucket..."
As soon as the prisoner left, the inmates in the adjacent cells were all attracted to him and looked at him through the bars.
"What's going on?"
"This kid is out of his mind and wants to get into a cesspool."
"No wonder I smelled bad yesterday and I smell bad again today..." The prisoners covered their noses one after another.
Even the prisoners in the prison are so smelly that they can't stand it. Just think about how stinky they are, right?
"Hey, don't laugh at him. Mr. Hu will go to the execution ground tomorrow. Abnormality is normal." An old criminal sighed.
Hu Tianci didn't hear anything else clearly, but he heard this sentence clearly. As if he had been stung by a scorpion, he jumped up, lay down by the fence, and asked loudly: "Who do you think will go to the execution ground tomorrow?"
"Who else can you be?" the prisoners said, "Tonight we will still eat steamed buns and clear soup, but you will have wine and meat, or a whole roasted chicken. What else is it if you don't have rice with your head cut off?"
"Ah? I've already eaten my meal?" Hu Tianci was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground.
"You don't know what kind of rice it is? No wonder you have such a good appetite that your bones are wet with pulp..." The prisoners laughed and said, "That's fine. Many people can't eat the decapitated rice, so they can only be a gangster on the road.
They're starving to death."
"Uh-huh, I didn't eat, it doesn't count..." Hu Tianci burst into tears. He didn't expect that the only benefit was received by someone else.
"What's the fuss about?" Hearing the noise, the jailer came over with a reprimand stick.
The prisoners quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.
Only Hu Tianci still clung to the railing and cried: "I am Hu Tianci, I am the real Hu Tianci!"
"Yes, no one said you were a fake." The jailer beat him and said angrily: "If you were a fake, we would have lost our heads!"
"I, I..." Hu Tianci was at a loss for words. He felt that what the other party said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.
After a long while, he finally managed to say: "I haven't eaten my meal yet, you have to give me another one..."
"Bah, what a beautiful idea!" The prisoner spat in his face without any courtesy.
