The days in the prison pass quickly. In a blink of an eye, the weather is getting colder and it is late autumn again.
The autumn slaughter of the Dakun Dynasty is usually in December, and winter is already in line with the solar term of cold wind.
Before asking for the death row, the death row prisoner wanted to eat the dead head meal, and Zhang Wuzheng gave it to them one by one.
After the dog's treatment these days, the prison finally made another case of money.
The prisoners smiled and became more ambitious, thinking about the tricks of "making money" all day long to make the prison prosperous.
Han Jiang didn't need to be scolded anymore. The boss was very satisfied with his performance and promised that he would give him a great praise after he became the chief of the prison.
After all, Han Jiang doesn’t want to pay 30% of the money he has paid for in charge of the prison. How can he be satisfied with the above?
The prison also became well organized. Those who should eat slurry and those who should eat steamed buns eat steamed buns. Those who have rich become masters, and those who have no money will die.
Zhang Wu, who pushed the Tianzhu back to its original state, often lamented that he, a time traveler, was assimilated by this era and turned into a despicable exploiter...
"Sin, sin, everything is money's fault..."
Someone clearly did not believe in Buddhism, but pretended to be confused and clasped his hands together, comforted himself, and then delivered food to the No. 9 Prison in the Heavy Penalty Zone.
"Mr. Tang, you have enough food and drink, and you will be on your way tomorrow."
Zhang Wu put down the rich meat and vegetables in the tray and was very polite to this top fourth-rank official.
Everything in prison is as usual, the only change is that the official supervision has not been restored.
That was taken away by Han Jiang himself. Cheng Gou understood that all his power came from Han Jiang, so he was naturally very afraid and did not dare to completely turn over the plate of his boss.
You should leave room for life, otherwise if someone is unhappy, you will not only get out of here, but you will also be in the prison cell.
Institutional destruction is easy, but reconstruction is difficult.
However, the prisoners were very polite to these officials and criminals, and there were few beats and scolds them.
"Thank you guys."
The old soup was very open-minded, and he ate the chicken with a plate, slowly, without any panic or despair of the dying person.
The fourth-rank censor was sentenced to Caishikou, and there was never a precedent in Dakun's history.
The emperor will kill corrupt officials and generals, but rarely will kill censors. After all, the historical writing will be strong and will be criticized by scholars a hundred years later.
"Mr. Tang, don't you regret it?"
Zhang Wu did not like to communicate more with other prisoners and deliberately kept refusing, but he could open his heart to these death row prisoners and talk a few words.
When a person is about to die, his words are good. As long as you don’t seek anything from him, there is no need for others to harm you.
Of course, if someone enthusiastically tells you what treasures are located and what fatal secrets of first-rank officials... Zhang Wu slapped him with a backhand, then picked him up and poured him a meal of feces.
If you dare to harm me, don’t think you can have a good time before you die!
Zhang Wu has seen the most miserable corrupt official in the past three years, the fat-headed fish killed by Sun Qianhu, which left 100,000 people homeless.
The one who impeached him and exposed him was the Lord Tang in front of him.
Liu Qing was removed from the position of Minister of Personnel and stayed in prison for two years, so Lord Tang was the main force.
Unfortunately, it is like this when you become an official. Feng Shui takes turns and the heavenly prison is in the turn. You are not afraid of you being greedy, but you are afraid that you will not be in power.
In the past six months, Liu Qing has negotiated with the barbarians on behalf of the court and argued in diplomacy, and even brought back the four counties for nothing. The whole country praised his talent.
The emperor also praised his mother and wife as the wife of the emperor. It was really a great honor.
Under this situation, the officials who suppressed Liu Qing would naturally be liquidated so that Lao Liu could make efforts to bring back the country.
Lao Tang was not very greedy, and his lifelong pure Confucian scholars still became the target of killing chickens to scare the monkeys.
Chewing on the delicious chicken, Lao Tang muttered:
"There is nothing to regret. If I were given another chance to choose, I would still impeach Liu Qing without hesitation."
"Why?"
Zhang Wu asked strangely.
You two have no deep hatred, they just have different political views.
You are a noble person and can't stand the greed and tyrannical people of Liu Qing, but now you know the consequences of impeaching them. You know that you will die, but if you choose again, you won't be so determined, right?
The old soup took a sip of egg flower soup and said:
"We are ministers who have become officials. Apart from the inappropriate minds and only want to embezzle money, we are just trying to serve the country, let the people live a good life, and let our Da Kun become stronger."
Zhang Wu nodded.
Lao Tang continued:
"Think about it."
"If I don't impeach Liu Qing, he will not be imprisoned for two years. In these two years, he will become a cabinet master, not a cabinet bachelor now."
"When looking for someone to negotiate with the barbarians, everyone will subconsciously ignore him. How could Liu Qing today be able to gather the four counties for the country?"
Zhang Wu was in awe of grace.
"What you mean is that if you use your life to exchange for the land of these four counties, is it worth it?"
"good!"
Lao Tang's eyes were filled with relief, and he stood up and said with great enthusiasm:
"Even if I use the lives of more than 30 people in my family, I will exchange the land of these four counties, which is worth ten thousand!"
Zhang Wu was convinced and sincerely praised:
"When it comes to loyalty to the country, no one in the court can match you!"
"That's!"
The old soup was dancing and happily gnawing on the chicken legs. Zhang Wu also quickly filled the bowl of hot soup in the boss's hand, and asked excitedly:
"Mr. Tang, the result is good now. You will naturally die without regrets. What if Liu Qing confiscated his stomach and lost his territory?"
"Confiscated the lost ground?"
Old Tang was stunned and suddenly burst out without warning and said:
"Then I will torture his grandma's fart*,* his mother's mouth. Even if he is a ghost, he will have to curse him and die a bad death!"
“…”
Zhang Wu was stunned.
How could this be the famous censor in front of you?
He is clearly a hooligan who scolds the streets, and he is even more despicable and rude than ordinary people.
...
Lao Tang cursed for a while, and his voice sounded loudly, as if he was venting his resentment of being asked and led the other prisoners over.
Everyone was stunned when they saw that it was him cursing.
However, Lao Tang was obviously scolding Liu Qing, and it had nothing to do with everyone, so everyone dispersed.
After a while, after cursing, Lao Tang gradually calmed down.
"I just lost my composure and didn't control myself, so I'll make you laugh."
"Hi, nothing ridiculous. You are the real person. You can be better than all the prisoners I see without crying or despair in this environment."
Zhang Wu raised his thumbs up again and praised.
Lao Tang nodded, was flattered by him, sat down and said calmly:
"In this life, it's just that. Those who become officials are in a state of indifference and those who are in business have all grown up in grievances and compromises."
"I'm different. Regardless of his honor and disgrace, his rise and fall, he will be careless about life and death, and he will do it if he doesn't accept it. Liu Qing makes me dislike him, so I will participate in him. I can't hold on to him... Anyway, I'll be a handful of loess in the end."
Lao Tang spit out the chicken bones with a spit, and wiped his mouth hard with the back of his hand.
A few days ago, a tycoon from the court came to visit the prison and persuaded Lao Tang with kind words, asking him to write a letter to Liu Qing, and the matter was over.
Unexpectedly, Lao Tang turned against him on the spot and scolded the old man with no dirty words, but every sentence was sharp, almost scaring the prisoners to death.
Zhang Wu can only praise this kind of hard bone:
"You are always strong and strong, and you will be named in history in the future."
"I borrow your good words."
Old soup is full and drinks, and lie down and falls asleep.
Zhang Wu went to prison to pack up the plates and bowls and chopsticks, preparing to deliver decayed rice to Pang Heihu.
Generally, prisoners are covered with a layer of artemisia.
It's warm, not so cold.
Secondly, let them stool on the haystacks to facilitate cleaning so as not to make the prison smell bad.
Zhang Wu reached out to get the dish plate and was suddenly stunned.
As soon as the plate was off the ground, the pile of wormwood was obviously bulging, indicating that there was something underneath.
Through the gap between the haystacks, it was like a letter.
I looked up at Lao Tang and was already snoring like thunder.
"One other person wants to harm me!"
After packing up the dishes, Zhang Wu didn't even move the letter. He thought he was blind and took the food box and left.