Zhang Wu thought about it. If you want to restore the system and improve the money for the case, you must first get the slurry out.
He went to the kitchen and found that the worst food was mixed with thick bran or half.
The imperial court stipulated that "give rice one liter every day" does not mean that white rice is given, and millet (millet) is also considered rice. Now this group of food has basically no room for making money.
When the superiors allocated the fee to the Tianzhuo, they gave them all millet. They had never seen white rice before, and they would use a seven-liang scale to deduct it...
The white rice that everyone ate was purchased privately by the chef using the money from the public account in the prison.
Now there is no oil and water, and the white rice steamed in the kitchen is not as high as before, and it is not for the jailer to eat, but for the officials of Jiang Tianhe.
"Eat millet for lunch?"
Zhang Wu's face became weird.
I ate and drank all day at home, and I ate better than in prison, and I even had to talk and be wronged when I came to duty.
It's really too much!
Modern people think there is no problem with eating millet, because modern millet is very clean and there is little debris in the rice.
In ancient times, there were bird shit, sand, and slag in millet... it was difficult to swallow.
The grains that really spend a lot of effort to clean are full of grains. They are called high-quality grains. The price is similar to white rice. How can you eat this kind of grain in prison?
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. If you are used to eating good food, Zhang Wu immediately expressed that he could not accept such inferior food.
"Cao Si Prison."
Xinsi Prison, who was working in the office, saw Zhang Wu lifting the curtain and daring to neglect, so he stood up to greet him:
"Brother Wu, I'm just now in the officialdom. Please take care of me in the future."
"Your in politeness, Lord Sizhu."
This Cao Bin was not promoted by Cheng Gou, but a descendant of aristocratic families.
Zhang Wu had just inquired about it from Yang San.
This guy came to be a prisoner, just because he was in prison. He wanted to make money for two years. After all, Tianzhuo has a reputation for being rich.
Don’t think that the children of aristocratic families are very rich and look down on the divine money.
The first goal of the powerful and noble children and the queen of the crown is to no longer ask for money from their families and support themselves alone.
They had a huge expense, and the annual salary of the ninth-rank official was not enough for the Chunfeng Lou to spend half a night.
Only a big fat man like Si Zhu can support them.
Who would have thought Cao Bin came at the wrong time?
There was Cheng Gou, a guy who was colluding with the higher-ups, and there were leaders like Jiang Tianhe who were infected by the people. There were also Qianhu, the deputy deputy of the Fufu Department, who often came to Tianzhu to inspect, so he could not see a few taels of silver.
Xiao Cao felt so sad!
Zhang Wu just chatted with him for a few words. Before he could even talk about the serious matter, Cao Bin pulled him and asked:
"Brother Wu, I heard that when I was last year, I had a monthly payment of 400 taels of silver in prison. Isn't it true?"
"It's true, that's just the jailer's money."
Zhang Wu nodded and said.
Cao Bin gritted his teeth, not knowing that he was late or that he was jealous of the Red Prisoners making a fortune.
Zhang Wu remembered that the month when Li Ge Lao and his team were imprisoned, they beaten 160,000 taels of silver in prison!
Corrupt officials were thinking of ways to buy their lives and their families were all responsible. Cheng Gou slept with silver notes every day.
It’s no wonder that Gouzi is now so angry that he hasn’t come to the house for half a year, and he doesn’t come to visit him. He has saved up 70,000 to 80,000 taels of silver in his hand, and he is very arrogant.
From Liu Zhengjun, Zhang Wu had already understood one truth-
People will change.
"Brother Wu, I actually wanted to visit you for a long time. It is said that you were the ones who made the decision to pay in prison before."
"Mr. Sizhu has ruined me."
“Ah[á]…”
Cao Bin blocked Zhang Wu who was about to be humble and said straightforwardly:
"Brother Wu, we don't need to be that kind of fake one. To tell you the truth, I am here to make money by treating this Lao Shizi Prison. Whoever can send me money will be my grandfather."
“…”
Good, you unworthy descendants.
Cao Bin said indifferently:
"Brother, just show your ability. Everything in prison is up to you. The cost of food and drink, life and death of the prisoner, don't ask me. If you think I'm annoying, I will take sick leave tomorrow, as long as I have money
Can."
“…”
Zhang Wu was speechless and could only praise:
"Sir."
"Brother Wu, do you think it's OK?"
Cao Bin looked full of hope and longing. He was so poor that he even ran away from his concubine at home for half a year.
Zhang Wu said tactfully:
"Since the adults trust me so much, I'll give it a try."
"Brother Wu, do you have a solution?"
Cao Bin's eyes were wide open, and he was a little unbelievable how he broke through Jiang Tianhe and the deputy Qianhu of the Fushi Department.
Zhang Wu stroked his chin and thought about it and said:
"In fact, it's very simple to make money. You only need to change two things. Please wait and see and do the first thing well."
"What's up?"
"Let the kitchen prepare the water for water, and then find someone to tell me who is the thorn in the prison recently, who has paid tribute to the silver, and who should eat well, so as not to miss the wrong person."
"A small matter!"
Cao Bin smiled with his eyebrows.
Then he went to the kitchen to give orders and issued another order. From now on, Brother Wu will be the prison guard. You can ignore me and call Yang San to explain the situation in the prison in detail to Zhang Wu.
Then, Cao Bin was very decisive and went to Cheng Gou to ask for leave, but he was not a little bit arrogant.
After some discussion, it was already noon.
The prisoners gathered at the entrance of the kitchen to prepare for dinner. Many newcomers saw that the wooden barrel was prepared for slurry and a bucket of pure thick bran, but they didn't know what it was for.
It was not until an old jailer said that this was for the prisoners that the new jailer changed his face.
Now the prison guards in the prison are overstaffed. There are more than fifty people on duty during the day. Zhang Wuli was one step higher than everyone in the kitchen door. Looking down at the prison guards, he asked:
"You all received the money from last month, have you received it?"
"I received it."
Everyone nodded.
"Anyone doesn't want money?"
Everyone was stunned and puzzled, and no one answered.
"Since everyone wants this money, you should understand how the money comes from?"
The atmosphere in front of the room suddenly solidified and no one spoke.
Zhang Wu said lightly:
"This money is dirty, it is obtained by exploiting prisoners. Each of you is eating steamed buns with blood. But I heard that some people take the money, but they believe someone's words. They are motivated to be honest.
Is it ridiculous to those who cannot take action against prisoners, secretly ridiculed and excluded colleagues who were playing money, and said in private that they were ashamed to be with them. Is it ridiculous?"
There was a silence in front of the kitchen.
Zhang Wu said coldly:
"If you have backbone and don't have this bloody money, and can work diligently as a prison guard, then you are indeed qualified to criticize others."
After a pause, Zhang Wu's eyes were slightly confused. There were not a hundred or thirty prisoners who died at his hands in the past six years. He said:
"If I let me know that you are holding the money in the future, but I secretly criticize my colleagues, serve them in prison and whip them to death!"