Pang Heihu talked a lot about this meal of silence.
At first, there was only one small bandit in Heihu Mountain, only five or six people.
After Pang Heihu joined, Guo Tianxu saw that he was brave and loyal by nature, so he recognized him as his second brother and gradually handed over the counterfeit village to him, hiding behind the scenes.
After these ten years of development, there are still the chaos in the past few years, and there are more than 800 bandits on the mountain!
Killing officials and destroying the whole family will cause disasters within 500 miles, and no one can control it.
Pang Heihu did not say the name of their backer, but only said that they were the largest bandit group in Hedong County. At the worst, they were ordered to attack and kill the fourth-rank inspector, but they were never wiped out by the court.
And that big man had already entered Beijing last year and went from a rank of officials to a tyrant in the court.
Heihu Mountain is thousands of miles away. Apart from the silver tributes it pays every year, it is useless to the big man. It is reasonable to unload the mill and kill the donkey.
Pang Heihu dared to hate Guo Tianxu and wanted to swallow him alive, but he was extremely afraid of the big man.
He also has an old mother and many relatives at home. He doesn't want to die. He must keep his mouth shut and cannot reveal the other party's name.
...
The second day.
Before dawn, Zhang Wu came to the Heavenly Prison.
He doesn't like to go on a red mission to escort prisoners to behead their heads.
But all the prison guards were very busy on the day of the killing, and you would always have to put in some effort.
He brought hot soup from the kitchen and warmed his body to the busy jailers one by one. Finally, he brought a bowl to Prison No. 9, which was considered a special care.
"Sir Tang, after drinking this bowl of hot soup, prepare to go on the road."
Lao Tang got up, looked at the boy with a complicated expression, and looked at the place where the letter was buried under the artemisia grass, and a pleading look flashed across his face.
Zhang Wu turned a blind eye.
Just handed the soup forward and said:
"It's too troublesome to be an official. You plot against me and I'll repair you. You can't be purified until death. Lord Tang, you will be free and easy for the rest of your life. In the end, you have to control it and not break the merits."
This is considered a warning and a warning.
If Lao Tang ignored his face and took out the letter from the haystack, Zhang Wu would definitely bring a bucket of manure soup and pour it on the spot!
As for the letter, Zhang Wu couldn't even read it, so he burned it to ashes.
No matter what shocking secrets you have, they have nothing to do with me.
Seeing that his attitude was so firm, Lao Tang had no choice but to sigh and drink the hot soup, as if he had accepted his fate.
"Torture!"
With Zhang Wu's order, the two prisoners put shackles on Lao Tang, put out the cell, and prepared to go to Caishikou to ask for a beheading.
Within a moment, the heavy punishment area was cleaned and the prisoners were almost gone.
Any prisoner who comes to prison is rarely in jail for more than one year.
There is no concept of "incarceration" in the Dakun Law. Going to jail is just a transition, so that the superiors can interrogate you.
In ancient times, labor shortages would not allow you to squat in prison for free and eat and drink for nothing.
If the case is slower than a year, or as fast as a half month, you will definitely be sentenced to a sentence.
Either beheading or exiled, the lightest thing is forced labor, building cities and walls for the government, etc.
The surroundings were empty, dark and silent, with only the oil lamps on the passage wall crackling and light and dark.
Zhang Wu suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.
All living beings, except themselves, are short-lived.
People in this prison come and go, whether they are unwilling or resentful, they will eventually leave, and no one can always be with them.
When Uncle Six was there, he could still say a few words to him. Now, when he looked up, he was full of familiar strangers.
"In a few decades, when Uncle Six leaves, I'm afraid I will really become a lonely man."
Zhang Wu laughed bitterly in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh.
Back in front of you, the letter left by Lao Tang was still under the haystack.
After the death row prisoners leave, the prisoners will clean the cells, and this letter will be picked up sooner or later.
If a jailer who was not open to the eyes opened and found the secret inside, he could not control his words and talked about it. It is difficult to guarantee that the Tianzhuo would not be blood-slaughtered by the Fufu Department again, and he would not be able to have a good life at that time.
"Forget it."
Zhang Wu picked up the letter, the cover was not written. He was about to place it on the oil lamp to ignite it, but suddenly he thought of something and was stunned.
"wrong!"
"For the past few days, Lao Tang's family has not come, there is no paper or pen in the room, and I have never heard of his family asking the prisoners to bring letters."
"The prisoner must also change his prison uniform when he enters prison and he must not bring anything on his body."
"Then where did this letter come from?"
Zhang Wu fell into deep thought and suddenly his scalp numb.
There was only one person who came to the prison to see Lao Tang, and no one dared to search for his body.
"Gei?"
Now, Dakun has four cabinet masters, each with power over the world and status above all the ministers. All the military and political affairs of the court are presided over by the four of them.
If anyone is dissatisfied with such a person, as long as his eyelids tremble, a group of officials will immediately be dismissed from the bottom.
"He handed the letter to Lao Tang, and Lao Tang wanted to pass through me and send it to the tutoring department..."
"In other words, this old man dared not hand over the letter to the emperor directly!"
Zhang Wu shivered, and from head to toe.
If the content in this letter explodes, it will definitely form a shocking storm, and the elders may be dismounted.
Only in this way did he not dare to hand over the letter to the emperor directly, but instead let Lao Tang, the death row prisoner, take action!
Everyone is dead, and you are not afraid of anything you give me.
Zhang Wu originally wanted to burn the letter, but now he doesn't dare.
This letter must have a whereabouts!
But it cannot fall on yourself.
Otherwise, Lao Tang would die and the letter would not be submitted, so the elder would definitely check it.
After escorting the deadly prisoners, the jailers would clean the room when they came back in the afternoon. No one saw the letter. During this period, only they and a few jailers were in prison!
Before the old soup died, you gave me a bowl of hot soup. Who else could this letter besides your hands?
At that time, the elders of the Pavilion will look for you, either hand over the letter through the tutoring department, or you will die!
"Oh shit!"
Zhang Wu wiped sweat from his forehead and quickly stuffed the letter back under the haystack like he was holding a time bomb.
It's very simple to let the jailers find the letter, but they keep their mouths shut and not tell the contents inside.
Just pour a basin of water to make the letter wet.
The handwriting was blurred and nothing could be seen, and it was useless for the jailers to pick it up.
There are wooden barrels in every corner of the cell, which facilitates prisoners to urinate and defecate, pretend to knock the barrel over, and if they wet, no one can find any fault.
"Since I want to get the letter wet, why don't I look at the content first?"
"The court struggle has nothing to do with me, but people must be prepared for danger in times of peace. What if the contents in the letter have something to do with me?"
"Or why would you let me deliver a letter?"
As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Wu left the prison and looked at the passage. He confirmed that there was no one. He returned to the prison and picked up the letter with thunder. He took it out and read it.
To his expectations, there was no revelation in the letter, just a very explicit love letter.
The handwriting is square and straight, and it looks like it is from the master of calligraphy. However, it mentions words such as "pose", "outdoor", "using mouth", etc. If you don't know, you think it is a forbidden book.
"Damn, ancient people also played so hard?"
Zhang Wu's face twitched and looked at the last time of the signature, about eight years ago.
There is only one name in the whole letter, which is Jingxuan.
In other words, this letter was a love letter written by someone to this Jingxuan eight years ago.
"What kind of plane?"
Zhang Wu frowned, put the letter back into the envelope, threw it under the haystack, kicked the feces bucket over, and watched the feces completely flood the entire letter before leaving with his nose.