In the ninth year of Jinghao, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.
The grass in the Tianlao yard grew vigorously, and Zhang Wu also became friends with his four colleagues who could talk to him with all kinds of friends with his hard-working cleverness.
The entire Tianzhu was also completely cleaned by him.
Each prison room is covered with a layer of artemisia and some wood ash is sprinkled with all corners, which can prevent insects and odors, and make the prison less humid and cold.
His territory was clean, and Zhang Wu looked refreshed when he was patrolling the prison.
Although the cell is low, it cannot trap the energetic heart.
After all, "Ma An" is only twenty years old and has only experienced two setbacks, so he will not lose his positive heart in an instant.
Everyone sees his hard work and his mentality of working hard every day.
In the past two months, the four of them went from indifference and numbness to gradually moving, helping him with help until they cleaned the prison with him.
Zhang Wu's mentality infected everyone, making the four colleagues gradually cheerful in their contact with him.
Even Guai Er, who has always been serious, often smiled at Zhang Wu, from often sitting and resting in a dark prison to liking to basking in the sun in the yard.
“Another wonderful day.”
After lunch, Zhang Wu lay on the grass, his head resting on his hands, and his whole body was warm.
This prison seemed to have become a place forgotten by the world. The superiors ignored it and did not ask about it, and the yamen did not send prisoners to the prison.
The sufferings of sentient beings outside seem to have nothing to do with the five people.
Guai Er sat on the ground against the wall, slightly raised his head and squinted his eyes, enjoying the sunshine, and asked with concern:
"Xiao An, you are still young, what are your plans in the future?"
"Be a jailer."
Zhang Wu thought about it and said:
"If possible, learn some martial arts to strengthen your body."
In the past few months, every day, the millet is thick and bran is not nutritious, and everyone has lost a lot of weight.
Zhang Wu also paid attention to this detail and used the bone shrinkage technique to make himself lose weight.
Although he secretly took the "Wu Ling Pill" he developed, which contained the nutrition of many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, and his physical fitness became more and more terrifying, it was not obvious at all.
Eating this martial spirit pill can maintain his physical energy consumption for more than half a month. Usually, you only need to eat some red dates, fruits, and vegetables to keep your stomach away from hunger.
However, in the eyes of everyone, he has lost so much weight and wants to make himself stronger by practicing martial arts.
Give me a second nod and said:
"Now the war is in chaos and bandits are rampant, so it is really necessary to learn some martial arts. But the first step in practicing martial arts is to ensure food, which requires a lot of money. Do you have money?"
"No."
Zhang Wu lay down and shrugged and said:
"In the past, my father wanted me to practice martial arts, and he also spent a lot of money to hire a master who practiced the dragon-catching hand. Unfortunately, I thought it was too hard to practice martial arts at that time, and I was anxious about my father's illness. I studied medical books when I had time and just took that person.
The master is angry."
"Medical and martial arts are not separated. Learn medicine first and then martial arts. As long as you are not too old, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
"Then I still have hope?"
Zhang Wu sat up all of a sudden, his face full of expectations, but he found that it was not easy to get accused in his heart.
"Can you endure hardship now?"
"Of course!"
Zhang Wu answered with great certainty.
Guai Er nodded slightly and said:
"Since you have no money to buy meat, you can only go to the deep mountains and forests to hunt wild animals. If you can't do it, you will lose your life. Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Then I will not practice anymore."
Zhang Wu lay down decisively, looking worried.
"You kid..."
Guai Er's face was twitching and speechless.
Zhang Wu defended:
"Uncle Guai, it's not easy for us to live. We have food and don't have to work hard. We are free and comfortable in prison. Why do we have to go to the mountains to seek death?"
"How can you achieve success if you practice martial arts without honing your own strength?"
Guai Er refuted.
Zhang Wu lay down and curled his lips and said:
"Isn't practicing martial arts to strengthen your body? I just want to strengthen my body, not to kill people, so as not to be caught in prison one day, and torture until my urination is incontinence. Uncle Kuai, you have to help me clean up my feces and urine."
"Roasted wood cannot be carved!"
Guai Er was so angry that his whole body trembled. He shook his sleeves hard and got up to leave.
But suddenly, an old man in purple robe walked in at the main entrance of the Tianzhuo, wearing heavy shackles between his neck, heavy shackles hung on both feet and hands, and behind him were several officers and an official from the Ministry of Justice.
Zhang Wu was stunned in place immediately.
Boss Sun, who heard the sound of the chain swinging, also quickly greeted him.
The Ministry of Justice knew Lao Sun and said bluntly:
"Sun Gang, I'm very careful in taking care of Lord Liu, but you are the only one who asks if something happens."
"Sir, please rest assured."
Lao Sun quickly bowed his hand to accept the case file, lowered his head, raised his hands high, and took the case file from the other party.
Yuanwailang glanced at everyone, stayed on Zhang Wu for a moment, and snorted coldly and left.
There are two security doors for any prison.
It’s just that there have been no prisoners in the Heavenly Prison, so Zhang Wu and the others were too lazy to lock the door.
He escorted the old man in his purple robe and crossed the two doors and entered the prison. Old Sun clasped his fists and said:
"Sir, which prison room do you want to enter? Please give yourself your own care."
The old man in purple robe looked at the clean and fresh prison room on both sides of the passage, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had never thought that prison could be so neat.
"You cleaned this prison?"
"Sir, we cleaned it."
"rare."
The old man in purple nodded, dragged his heavy shackles, bowed his head and walked into the No. 1 prison next to the torture room, and sat on the low bed board with difficulty, allowing the heavy shackles to lean against the corner of the wall to support some weight.
Sun Gang stepped forward and locked the door, gave Zhang Wu and Guai Er a wink, and left the prison together.
The other two prisoners arrived late and curiously came over to inquire:
"What is this adult's origin?"
"Purple Robe is at least a third-rank senior."
Sun Gang said, opening the file, the criminal's crime would be recorded, and he was stunned when he saw it.
"It is good at planning oneself, but it is poor at planning one's country?"
Everyone looked at each other, and so did Zhang Wu.
He was clear about the meaning of this sentence. He was good at planning his reputation during his lifetime and later generations, but not good at planning national affairs.
But……
"Can this be considered a crime?"
It is neither corruption nor dereliction of duty, nor offend the emperor or something. It is really unreasonable to just put the third-rank official in prison.
Sun Gang closed the file and said:
"What if he doesn't matter, he'll just treat him as an old man anyway."
“It makes sense.”
Everyone nodded.
Zhang Wu asked carefully:
"Uncle Sun, do you want to shackle him?"
The heavy shackle is at least thirty kilograms, and it will be crushed if you wear it for less than three days.
Although the old man in purple robe raised his chest and raised his head, he just insisted on not wanting to weaken his aura.
Sun Gang thought about it and said:
"Let's go, you can't let someone die in prison, otherwise we will all have to be buried with you."
"This statement makes sense."
Guai Er nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Wu volunteered:
"Then I'll drive."
"Sure, you should serve this lord in prison first, so as not to have any accidents."
After Sun Gang nodded, Zhang Wu ran into the prison, opened the prison door, helped the prisoner take off the heavy shackle, and then asked in a low voice:
"Liu Zhengjun, Lord Liu, I heard that you were also a prison guard in the past?"
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