Liu Zhengjun took on the dirtiest work in the prison, and Zhang Wu suddenly felt much easier.
With the help of these officials, the food has also been greatly improved.
The officials under Liu Qing are all rich and do not need to pay money, they will take the initiative to deal with you.
At least you have to make some white rice and stir-fry a few dishes at each meal before the officials can eat it.
There were also arrogant people who asked them to bring a letter to their family. The next day, hundreds of servants in the mansion pushed the cart and brought dozens of buckets of white rice, and all kinds of meat and vegetables were piled up into small hills.
There are two chefs.
You jailers don’t have to cook, it’s too unpalatable. The top chefs in the restaurant serve you, just say whatever you want.
Zhang Wu claimed to be knowledgeable, and today he was also pulling his butt and opening his eyes.
However, the more this happens, the more the world is, the more the world is corrupt.
The rich family smells of wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death, which is most in line with the situation of Yongchang.
"The world of dogs!"
Sun Gang cursed, and drank white rice with big mouthfuls and delicious meat and vegetables.
"This world is really bad."
The sick man and the hunchbacked echoed one after another.
The two of them had three big bowls of white rice in a row. They were poor all their lives and had eaten such a luxurious meal for the first time in their lives.
Zhang Wu also feasted, imitating everyone, and wished he could swallow the plate.
He is indeed hungry.
After eating the thick chaff of millet for several months, the birds faded out of their mouths.
Even if a person is a person, no matter how strong he is, it is difficult to quit his desire to talk.
Although eating grains and meat frequently is not good for cultivation, it is still quite delicious to eat once a while and enjoy delicious food.
The calmest of the five people is the second one.
When you have a good meal, you can still keep calm, eat slowly and keep your demeanor.
If he hadn't had one leg limp, his prison uniform faded, and he had patched it, he would have thought he was the son of a big family.
Zhang Wu picked up a piece of fat meat, put it in two bowls, and said enthusiastically:
"Uncle Guai, you're about to eat. Everyone is so familiar with it, and there are no outsiders. No one can see you if you are showing off."
“Frizzy.”
Guai Er glanced at someone and threw the fat meat to the edge of the bowl with disgust.
He could see clearly just now that this guy licked the chopsticks before picking up the meat. He thought it was clean and he drooled, so how could I eat it?
Uncle Guai was immediately deprived of his appetite.
He put down the bowl in anger and said:
"I'm full and go and deliver meals to prisoners."
"..." Zhang Wu.
The other three looked at each other, and Sun Gang had no choice but to persuade:
"Xiao An, please stop provoking your uncle. He is not a good-tempered person. Think about it, he can break his legs and even if he is angry, he will not chop you alive?"
"When did his leg break?"
Zhang Wushang asked casually.
Sun Gang thought about it and said:
"It should be two months before you became a prison guard. The officers were not punished to complete the task, and they were so angry that they even attacked them. You kidnapped uncle and were so angry that he was just a stick when he was angry.
He thrust on his kneecap, and it is said that the sound of cracks in his bones reached outside the yard. The officers were frightened and had to leave embarrassedly."
"It's cruel enough."
Zhang Wu sighed.
People who can not be arrested to repair the wall are not simple. I asked now:
"Uncle Guai is lame, isn't his family very sad?"
"He has no family. His parents died early and he never married him in his life."
Sun Gang shook his head and said:
"We are the untouchables who have become poor families, and most of them are bachelors. Good people will not marry us. If they want to marry a wife, they can only marry the maids of wealthy families. The flowers and willows in the flower building are frustrated. Even if they are lucky enough to marry and give birth to children.
It’s also a cheap man. If you don’t have a chance to make a comeback in your life, you’ll forget it if you’re in a downturn. Why bother to harm your children?”
"There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and there is no descendant."
Zhang Wu whispered the ancients' ideas.
However, Sun Gang disagreed and said:
"Only filial piety is useful when we catch up with a good era. Now the world is difficult and I can't survive. How can I care about the elderly? If I have children, I'm afraid it's better not to starve to death, but to commit less sin."
Zhang Wu didn't want to talk about such a heavy topic. He took a lot of effort to pull everyone out of the low and numb atmosphere, and just asked:
"Uncle Sun, how many years have you known Uncle Kuai?"
"It should be ten years. I have known each other before, but I met a few times until I came to Tianzhu last year and got to know each other."
"Have you changed after Uncle Guai's lameness?"
Zhang Wu asked curiously.
Sun Gang frowned slightly, glanced at Zhang Wu without any trace, and said meaningfully:
"There are changes, but I can't say anything specific."
“Um…”
Zhang Wu responded vaguely, lowered his head and ate the rice, thinking about something.
Guai Er clearly broke his legs in public, but after these days of testing, Zhang Wu could basically confirm that his legs were not lame.
"This is a little strange."
Zhang Wu murmured, serving another bowl of rice for himself. After eating hard, he cursed as Sun Gang was angry and jealous:
"The world of dogs!"
"..." Lao Sun.
"..." The two tuberculosis ghosts.
...
It was night, the moon was bright in the sky, and Zhang Wu sat in the yard enjoying the gentle evening breeze.
The two tuberculosis ghosts are already half a month old, so it is time for him and Guai Er to go to work.
Uncle Guai also lives in the class room and hardly goes home.
According to his words, it was cold when he returned, and the house was almost collapsed. He was too lazy to repair it, so it would be better to live in the class room.
You must read the almanac every day and strictly implement the above good and bad luck.
Today, I was prone to acupuncture and chased Zhang Wu with a needle and acupuncture all afternoon. I had to prick him a few times before I was willing to do so. I don’t know if it was deliberately using the resentment on the rice to make trouble.
Zhang Wu was unwilling to do so, so he ran around the yard, deliberately learning to walk with his second thought to tease him, but he was finally blocked in the class room and almost started a fight.
But no one will hold grudges afterwards, nor will he take this matter to heart.
Otherwise, with Zhang Wu's vigorous "bad" personality, if Guai Er held a grudge, the two would have turned against each other.
It’s much better to have fun every day than to have a deep grudge all day.
The same is true for avoiding bedding yesterday. Many bed boards in prison were broken. A fat man could crush the low bed board. Zhang Wu wanted to repair it and blocked it in 200 ways.
The two of them were in the prison room and compared to wrestling.
He kicked the other party's good leg in unanimously...
Anyway, there is artemisia mat, so it doesn’t hurt much when you fall.
After all, Zhang Wu stopped acting, his legs were well, and he threw Guai Er into several dogs and gnawed the mud.
A superstitious person like Uncle Guai, Zhang Wu met tens of thousands of prisoners in prison, and there were a lot of officials. This was the first time he met him.
Today, I set up a bed, and Uncle Guai went to bed early...
Leave Zhang Wu alone to watch the night.
He was too lazy to wait for the prison. Those officials would shout if they had any problems, and they would feel comfortable watching the stars and the moon in the yard.
It was not until late at night that Zhang Wu came to the kitchen, cut a plate of meat, made some soup and vegetables, and brought it into the prison torture room.
He quietly opened the door of Prison No. 1, and Zhang Wu said nothing and returned to the torture room to wait.
Soon, Liu Zhengjun walked in with a stinky smell, and didn't take the chopsticks. He just used his dirty hands to pick up food every day, stuffing them into his mouth, like a starving ghost.
It is not easy to pretend to be crazy. If Zhang Wu hadn't secretly made up for him, how could a person in his fifties stand such troubles and would have fallen down long ago.
After eating and drinking, Lao Liu asked in a low voice: