Although the official supervisor is not as bright and spacious, the light is much better than the dim civil supervisor.
Every cell is a suite and has an independent toilet, so it will not allow the big guys to scatter and urinate next to the bed, which will smell so bad that it can kill people.
Zhang Wu and Ma Liu each carried two buckets, and in the alley, they saw the officials who were starving and dizzy and humming with no strength against the prison railings.
As soon as the two appeared, the officials and criminals immediately became turbulent.
"Why are you here?"
"I starve to death."
"Die the meal quickly!"
Most prisoners lost their demeanor, clutching the iron bars, trying hard to poke their heads out, and looking at the food in the bucket.
The cells are in a long corridor shape, and now there are nineteen living rooms.
Prison No. 1 is naturally Liu Qing.
Lord Shangshu lay quietly on the bed, facing the prison door, as if he had not heard the noise outside.
Ma Liu and Zhang Wu looked at each other and did not serve the rice immediately, but explained:
"Sir, I haven't delivered food these two days. It's not because I'm deliberately neglecting it, but because the superiors think you have lost power and ordered the cost reduction. The people below are afraid of being implicated and are unwilling to come to deliver food. It's me who are two of us who are finally here.
I can't stand the cool and cold atmosphere of this world, and I dare to come to this official supervisor only if I try my best. I would like to ask the Lord to take a look."
After saying that, Zhang Wu handed over two clean big bowls.
Maliu served a bowl of millet and a bowl of hot soup and put it in prison.
"Uncles use it slowly."
The two of them stood up and bowed respectfully to the room. Seeing that Liu Qing had nothing to give, they went to prison No. 2.
The Minister of Works and the Third-rank Senior, the same explanation must be repeated again.
But this person is also like Prison No. 1, ignoring the two of them and giving no response.
After sharing the meals all the way, Zhang Wu found that the more he was, the more calm he was and the more he was.
Even if you are so hungry for a long time, you won't see it.
Later, the lower the official position, the more eager you are for food, the more you talk, and you will get close to you.
One of them was from the fifth-rank salt transporter and directly pulled Maliu and refused to let him go.
"Master, what is going on outside now? If you can tell me one or two, you will definitely thank you very much in the future."
"Sir, the young one is just a prison guard. I really don't know about the affairs of the court. Please forgive me."
Uncle Six was neither humble nor arrogant, so he took half a spoonful of thick bran for the other party, and then his arm trembled, and he used a clever force to take off his hand, and he clasped his fists and left with Zhang Wu.
I thought there would be no accident in this industry, but in the last 19th Prison, I met a difficult guy.
When he saw that the bucket was covered with thick bran and the hot soup was as light as water, there was not even a leaf. The prisoner in the prison immediately said furiously:
"I am the Imperial College Supervisor. Even before I entered the officialdom, I have never eaten such thick grains. How dare you, the clerks, deceive me like this?"
Kicking the bowl over, the Chief Superintendent was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at the two of them and cursing:
"Don't think that I don't understand the laws and regulations of prisoners. When prisoners are imprisoned, I have to give a liter of rice every day, a piece of cotton coat in winter, and a doctor for the disease. I'll forget it if I don't give rice, at least I should use millet to make up the numbers...
…Feeding on coarse bran is simply unpredictable, and it is blatantly embezzled!”
"If you teach me, I must be a good student and a student to wait for another student!"
The official magistrate was originally quite lively, and the sound of eating was very loud, but when the supervisor shouted, it immediately became so strange that it became quiet.
"Brother Zikang, be careful!"
There was a kind reminder from the official in front of him.
It is better to be in charge of county officials now. Not to mention that our group of people have become prisoners, even if we support you outside, if these prisoners want to deal with you, they don’t know how to die!
The King of Hell is easy to mess with, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with. Even if you catch the murderer and beat him to death, you will be dead. What's the point?
Besides, you can guarantee that you will never fall into this place for the rest of your life?
Other prisoners can't cure you!
Although these people are cheap people, the late emperor once said:
"This dynasty shares the world with the clerks!"
Unfortunately, no one reminded me, but after being so agitated, Lord Jiancheng scolded him even more fiercely. He really hated evil.
Zhang Wu had no expression on his face and stood behind Ma Liu with slightly narrowed his eyes.
Uncle Six was a prisoner for twenty years, and perhaps he had seen this situation a lot and was not angry.
He just took out a large bowl and filled it with thick chaff, calmly put it in prison and said:
"Sir, we are just following the wishes of the superiors, and we are not trying to make things difficult for us. Please tell us clearly."
Ignoring the other party's curse, Ma Liu pulled Zhang Wu and left the official prison.
"Uncle Six, this guy is hateful!"
The boy gritted his teeth.
Ma Liu said:
"The poisonous snake bites people, how could it have ever been?"
...
At the entrance of the stove.
There was no one before the meal, and now it was full of people.
Seeing the two of them coming out, Prison Si and the prison guards immediately stepped forward and asked:
"Lao Liu, how is the situation?"
"Sixth Master, no one starved to death inside, right?"
"If something happens, everyone will take care of it."
Everyone looked like they hated the enemy.
Zhang Wu felt a little cold when he saw it.
Uncle Six said as if nothing happened:
"It's nothing, it's just hungry for the officials."
"That's good."
"Thanks to Master Six to come forward."
"At the critical moment, I have to be Mr. Six!"
The prisoners praised each other, and Prison Si also breathed a sigh of relief, but Ma Liu changed his tone and said:
"Since everyone says that something has happened together and they all have money, then they will naturally share the blessings and share the difficulties. Today, Brother Wu and I have delivered meals. From tomorrow, all the prisoners in the prison will be together.
The group took turns to deliver food to the official supervisor, and the amount of money for one year was deducted less than once."
"Sir Si Yu, what do you think?"
Ma Liu looked at Si Zhu directly, as if he was scattered.
When Huang An, the Prison Si, was stared at by him. Thinking of the fact that he had just forced the other party to go to the official prison to deliver food, he felt guilty and nodded quickly and said:
"Old Liu's words are what I mean."
Everyone knows that Ma Liu has been restless these days, has no intention of paying money, and often goes to the gate of the imperial city to wander around.
Once the heart moves, people can't sit still.
It was almost a foregone conclusion that he went to the tutoring department.
That is a spy agency that is above all officials. It is very terrifying. Although it has only been established for more than a year, it has changed the verge of being the whole court. Who dares to offend Uncle Six at this moment?
...
On the second day, it was the next group's turn to deliver the meal.
When they saw two prison guards coming out, everyone rushed around and found that their faces were extremely ugly.
"The prisoner in Prison No. 19 is really abominable!"
"Do you think I'm a mud?"
There was not a single prison guard who was scolded by the nose like Ma Liu, and his face was still calm.
Everyone is a general public, and they will show their anger and cannot hide it.
In this way, after more than a month of food delivery, many prison guards were scolded, making everyone very depressed.
But it is strange that everyone delivers meals on time every day and does not treat the Imperial College as a minister.
When it was Zhang Wu and Ma Liu's turn to deliver the meal again, they found that the supervisor was thin and stiff, and he was breathless.
It is not a big deal to die in prison. Those who starve to death, those who die of illness or those who are seriously injured and die of death, so a few of them have to be carried out every now and then.
But it would be a huge matter for the death of this prison chief in front of Liu Qing and others, and it would be no less than a major earthquake in prison.
Tang Zhan appeared immediately, and his eyelids trembled after examination, and he said in a deep voice:
"Report it and let his family prepare for the funeral."
"Xiao Zhan, what's wrong with him?"
The seventh-rank official in the cell next door actually knew Tang Zhan and his name was very close.
"I am used to eating brocade clothes and food, and I can't digest the rough rice even if I swallow it. I can't eat whatever I eat, and I feel depressed, so I naturally become weaker."
After explaining, Tang Zhan frowned and asked:
"Has this Chief Secretary been in a state of trouble recently?"
"Yes, anyone who catches and scolds him will be signs of mental disorder."
The seventh-rank official next to him replied.
Tang Zhan was speechless.
Once you enter this prison, you have to keep your dragon and you have to be lying on your tiger.
Even this spacious and clean official prison is rewarded by the jailers.
The court did not stipulate that officials should be placed in the prison of heaven and should be treated equally with ordinary prisoners.
Living in someone's room, eating someone's food, you will be scolded...