It was night, in Prison No. 8 of the Severe Punishment Area, and many jailors gathered in the prison.
The faint candles on the wall crackled, and two hoarse screams slowly came to an end amidst the sound of sticks.
The head of the prison cell in the severe punishment area was brutally beaten to death with a cane.
The former prison chief was beaten until he breathed his last.
Every jailer present moved his hands and swung a stick.
Ten more blows, three less blows, until the cell leader was beaten to death, and the former prison chief was beaten until he promised to pay three thousand taels of silver for his life.
Liu Zhengjun was very satisfied with everyone's performance.
He now has the power of life and death over many jailers.
Who do you want to spare? It’s a matter of one sentence.
Who do you want to investigate and who here can withstand the investigation?
The only flaw was that Ma Liu couldn't get out of bed and didn't come.
After Zhang Wu left Hanshan, he directly said that he would take a few days off to pay homage to his mentor and friend, the Protector of the Country. How could Lao Liu dare not allow him to take leave?
Returning to the front, Liu Zhengjun glanced at the crowd and said:
"I have seen your performance just now. Who is facing me and who sincerely respects me? I have a strong balance in my heart."
"Before dark, an official document came from the Ministry of Punishment, asking me to recommend a jailer among the outstanding jailers. I can exempt you from your humble status and join the official position directly. Do you know what this means?"
Ignoring the rapid breathing of many jailers, Liu Zhengjun said loudly:
"It means that you are no longer ordinary people, but official officials professed by the imperial court, with honorable ancestors. It means that others have studied hard for twenty years and finally obtained a meritorious title. They were selected from among a hundred thousand students, but they can only compete with
You are an equal."
After a pause, Liu Tilao put his hands behind his hands and smiled:
"You have three days to think about it. Whoever wants to be the jailer or the cell leader can come to me and tell me your opinion."
People's thoughts are moved.
But no jailor would be stupid enough to say in front of everyone that he wants to be in power.
As for discussing opinions in private...
Of course, whoever has more money will have better "views".
The second day.
Zhang Wu came to Ma Liu's house early in the morning and could only sigh after hearing the news last night.
"He is truly an emperor and a courtier, showing no mercy at all."
Uncle Liu was walking around in the yard practicing boxing. Although his legs were still a little lame, his movements were fine. He just deliberately refused to go on duty.
"Now do you know why your Uncle Jun wants to clean up the prison?"
"The benefits are exciting."
Zhang Wu ate the meat pie bought on the street and muttered:
"The former jailer gave three thousand taels of silver to buy his life and survive until the autumn. Then he sold his position as prison chief and got three thousand taels, and his position as prison chief got one thousand taels. The rest of the people were more filial, and in the blink of an eye, eight thousand taels was a huge sum of money.
But once he gets it, he can’t save so much money even after working as a chef for five lifetimes.”
"You want it easy."
Ma Liu reminded:
"Thirty percent of the money taken by the jailers will go into the pockets of the prison chiefs."
"As long as your Uncle Jun serves as a jail officer for a year, exploits him hard, and cooperates more with those powerful children, it will be no problem to save two thousand taels of silver."
"Next year, if he donates 10,000 taels of silver, enough to be promoted to the seventh rank, he can be transferred to a certain place as a county magistrate, with military and political control, just like a king!"
"..."
Zhang Wu opened his mouth, feeling a little shocked.
The county magistrate is equivalent to the county chief in the previous life. As a common people, this kind of figure is absolutely unattainable.
Liu Zhengjun, on the other hand, only took one year to go from being a cook to becoming such a big shot.
This gap is actually a bit scary.
"If you look at it this way, Uncle Jun really has a bright future."
Zhang Wu exclaimed:
"Uncle Six, you won't accidentally create a chief minister of the dynasty, right?"
"How is that possible?"
Ma Liu calmed down, picked up the meat pie brought by the boy and ate:
"If your Uncle Jun is satisfied, he can still serve as the seventh-grade county magistrate for a few more years. If he is not satisfied, you will see him in prison in five years."
"...No, he doesn't deserve to be in prison."
Uncle Liu made a surprising statement:
"This place is prepared for people with backgrounds, whether they are children of aristocratic families, officials of seventh grade or above, or disciples of princes and nobles. Your Uncle Jun is a white man. If you don't have great fortune, he will only be in the heavy area in the future. Please reward you with a mouthful of millet."
eat."
"..."
Zhang Wu was speechless and could only warn himself secretly——
To be a human being, one must be content and not drift away!
After eating the cake, the two of them showed off their martial arts skills in the yard.
Practicing martial arts is not only about cultivating internal strength, but also about practicing fighting skills and honing the skills of life and death.
Otherwise, if he only has magical skills and no actual combat experience, it would be equivalent to Xu Zhu, who had just received the skills taught by Wu Yazi, but had more than seventy years of internal strength, and was almost beaten to death by Ding Chunqiu.
Speaking of which, Uncle Six is also a dull person.
He has no children, his wife died young, and his parents also died, leaving him alone.
Many people advised him to renew his string, but he just wanted to listen to music and live happily every day, quite like a wanderer in the world.
In prison, he has the image of an iron-faced king of hell. Many prisoners will be frightened to death just by naming him without him having to do anything.
Not only the prisoners are afraid of him, but the guards are also afraid.
The only people who could make Liu Shu look pleasant to him, excluding the prison chiefs from above, were Liu Zhengjun, Tang Zhan and Zhang Wu.
Lao Liu is a cook. If you don't have a good relationship with him, you might die if someone poisons you someday.
Tang Zhan is in charge of medical treatment, and he has a family background. If you don't have a good relationship with him, there will be conflicts at work, and you won't be able to make money.
As for Zhang Wu...
After his biological father died, he had no relatives, so he and Ma Liu had the same problem.
After getting along with each other for more than half a month, whether it was out of pity or other reasons, Zhang Wu understood that Uncle Liu was the only person in the world who treated him sincerely after Hu Tulong left.
So on the third day of rest, after the imperial court sent someone to bring five thousand taels of wine money and two Qi-training pills, Zhang Wu handed one to Uncle Six without hesitation.
Where can I dare to accept Ma Liu?
"This elixir is valuable. Eating it can increase your internal strength for three years. The imperial court will reward you with this rare elixir because you are a disciple of the Heavenly King who protects the country. Please take it yourself."
"Uncle Six, you treat me like a father and son, what you say is too outrageous."
Zhang Wu thrust the elixir into the opponent's hand and said:
"I'm not afraid of your jokes, uncle. No one in this world will care about me except you. A pill is nothing. When you get old, I will provide for you."
"That's all."
Ma Liu laughed and shook his head. He no longer refused, peeled off the sealing wax, swallowed the Qi Training Pill and said:
"Your Sixth Uncle, I have always been cautious. When I eat, I have to let others eat first before I use my chopsticks. Today I will go out of my way to test whether this elixir is poisonous for you, lest you become petty and think that Sixth Uncle has taken the elixir for evil purposes.
I need you to test the poison first before you are willing to eat it."
"..."
Having seen through his little thoughts, Zhang Wu looked embarrassed.
Although this elixir was given by the imperial court, it had to be guarded against.
After thinking about it for the past few days, he always felt that there was something wrong with Hutulong's death.
For a top-notch master like Uncle Long, if the court directly gave him the antidote of Ruanjinsan, wouldn't they worry that he would lose control and start killing on the spot?
While giving him the antidote, we must find ways to control him and control him.
Hu Tulong said that it would take him two days to recover his skills, but he was forced to jump off the city wall.
With his strength, even if he only recovers one or two success points, he can be invulnerable and powerful. Who can force him?
Unless other poisons are mixed with the antidote.
Qi Ri Du Chang Powder is simple.
I'm afraid I'll give you a poison, a mental poison. Once you eat it, it will be able to control your mind and body.
It’s not up to you if you don’t jump over the wall!
Later, Hu Tulong apparently fought his way out and escaped, but he came back two days later, which was even more bizarre.
Even if he really had the heart to fight the barbarians generously and die, Zhang Wu had to suspect that he was secretly controlled by someone before he came back.
As for the imperial court's sudden reward of this Qi-training pill.
It's just that after seven days of purifying the marrow, someone will be able to become a great master in the future.
If you don't think of a way to control him right now, why don't you wait until he is invincible before taking action?
Watching Ma Liu swallow the pill, a burst of heat steamed from the top of his head, and his breath became thicker and thicker, Zhang Wu silently put away another Qi training pill.
You have plenty of time to grow.
Regardless of whether this elixir is beneficial or not, I will not eat it.