The beggar king Regen was lying leisurely on the low wooden bed humming a small song, crossing his legs, resting his head on his hands, feeling particularly comfortable.
Every time a prisoner passes by patrol, he will get up as soon as possible and say hello to the other party with a pleasing look on his face.
Seeing Zhang Wu passing by the door of the cell for the fifth time throughout the afternoon, Wang Reagan was a little confused, but quickly got up and shouted in a flattering manner:
"Mr. Wu..."
"Is it still warm in prison?"
Zhang Wu asked with a smile.
Wang Reagan nodded repeatedly and said:
"Warm, it's all about your blessing, Mr. Wu."
Zhang Wu squatted down in front of the prison and asked in confusion:
"You're staying in prison, don't others rob you of your job?"
"This ghost weather is so cold that it is too cold. It is not easy to survive. Everyone is looking for ways to survive, so how can they still have the heart to fight?"
Wang Reagan also squatted down and said:
"When the heavy snow comes, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and there is almost no money to beg for. If there is no profit, I can't fight. When the spring of next year, the beggars who can survive will be heroes. Once the weather gets warmer, the alleys are every day
Five or six people will die.”
“Survival is not easy.”
Zhang Wu sighed and asked:
"How many years have you been to Beijing?"
"Longqing has been in thirty-eight years, and twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye."
Wang Reagan sighed:
"People say that I am at thirty. I am thirty years old and I am still begging on the streets, I am afraid I will never be able to stand up in my life."
"Then have you married?"
"hey-hey……"
Wang Reagan smirked and said:
"I married, although I was a lowly slave and a servant from a wealthy family, three years older than me, but I was born in a miserable family. I was honest and did not dislike me begging for food, and I also gave birth to a fat son.
There is nothing in the alley that doesn’t envy me.”
"What a blessing. After you have it, you will have a wife and a warm kang. You haven't come to the world in vain."
Zhang Wu envied.
Wang Reagan sighed and said:
"You are joking, Mr. Wu, a villain is just a beggar, how can you buy a house in Beijing? The warm kang is a luxury that you dare not even think about in your dreams. Every winter, you can only let your wife take your children to live in Mr. Zhao with your child.
Although the woodshed in my home is as simple as the prison, it will never be frozen to death.”
"What about your parents?"
"Hey, the world was chaotic in those years, and the ground was filled with victims who fled famine. I had long lost contact. After coming to the capital, I asked someone to send a few letters to my hometown, but there was no response. I was afraid I died in the war."
Wang Reagan shook his head and said sadly.
Zhang Wu was silent.
There was nothing that was not bitter in ancient times.
The most dilapidated house in the capital costs one thousand taels, which is completely astronomical for Wang Reagan, and he can't save so much money in his lifetime.
"Do you have any dreams?"
"dream?"
Wang Reagan was stunned for a moment, as if he thought the word was very fresh. He lowered his head and thought about it for a while before saying:
"The villain has no dreams. He just hopes that his wife and children will be safe and safe, and he will not be satisfied if he is frozen to death and starved to death."
"If one day someone will give you ten thousand taels of silver and you will die..."
Before Zhang Wu finished speaking, Wang Reagan interrupted him and said happily:
"Master Wu, you are so arrogant. A villain is a villain, not to mention ten thousand taels, as long as someone buys his life for five hundred taels of silver, the villain goes up to the mountain of swords and falls into the sea of fire. If he frowns, he will ask me to go to the underworld.
I will suffer the eighteen levels of hell once.”
“…”
Zhang Wu was shocked.
Born in this world, human life is like grass... it is really worthless.
Wang Reagan said expectantly:
"Master Wu, if there is such a business, please take care of me. The villain is not greedy. It only costs four hundred taels, and the remaining one hundred taels will be bought for you to drink."
"I still owe you wine."
Zhang Wu untied the wine pot from behind his waist, held it with his right palm, and placed it on the ground in the prison and said:
"But you can't drink this wine in vain, you have to give me a drop of blood."
"A drop of blood?"
Wang Reagan was stunned for a moment, and immediately bit his finger and asked:
"Master Wu, where do you think I'm?"
"It's fine if I just drop my palm."
Zhang Wu put his right hand into the prison, secretly used his skills to his palm, dripping blood, wrapped it with internal force, and clasped it in his palm and said:
"If things are done, there will be five times the amount of money to give you. If things are not done, you will owe me a life."
After saying that, Zhang Wu left the prison with his hands behind his back.
Wang Reagan thievesly stomped on the iron railing and inquired into the aisle. He confirmed that there was no one, so he picked up the paper pressed under the wine pot.
Two thousand taels of silver bills!
"You can buy a house in Beijing."
Wang Reagan was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he kowtowed three times in the direction where Zhang Wu left.
Buy a house and redeem your wife, and do a small business with the remaining hundreds of taels. This money is enough to reverse the fate of their family.
Someone who left the prison walked straight out of the two doors and came to the party room.
There is a bowl on the table with clear water in the bowl.
Drop Wang Reagan's blood into the bowl, and then pick up the quilt where Xiao Jingao slept next to him.
Zhang Wu would replace him with a new one every day, and red blood suddenly appeared on the bedding yesterday.
Soak the blood-stained place into the bowl.
Not long after, the two bloods merge.
Wang Reagan is a person with similar figure, appearance, age and recent appearance to Xiao Jingao in prison. He looks a bit similar to himself. He is both tall and 1.8 meters tall, and looks a little strong.
Now that the blood type is the same, things are much simpler.
Get some poison salt and mix some other poisons into it, so that Wang Reagan will die suddenly. He is poisonous and his face is dark and rotten. He can't tell who it is.
In order to distinguish between true and false, the royal family will definitely recognize their relatives.
The blood type is consistent, which can relieve many people's doubts.
Even though Emperor Longqing knew that the Fourth Prince and his blood-recognizing relatives were combined, they were not his son, and they knew the secret of the blood-recognizing relatives. At that time, Xiao Jingao also ran out of the Heavenly Prison, and it was not easy for the emperor to arrest him.
The key point is to reverse Xiao Jingao's thoughts.
As long as he has the idea of survival, no one can do anything to him.
"There is only so much I can do."
Zhang Wu knew that he was a bit risky to do this.
But he already had a solution.
I have known Uncle Six for so many years, and no matter how stupid I am, I should have learned a little bit of the way to save my life.
Suddenly, Zhang Wu had a whim and dripped his blood into the bowl.
Mix again.
Wang Reagan can not only be Xiao Jingao's substitute, but also be his own.
Sprinkle the blood from the bowl on the ground so that people will not be seen.
He poured water into the bowl several times, washed the bowl thoroughly, and diluted the blood on the ground until the blood was completely invisible.
I picked up the quilt, took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the yard, opened the warehouse and put it in the corner. There were a lot of blood-stained bedding, all of which were dirty by the prisoners. If there were too many piles, I would ask someone to clean it together.
The sun sets and the sky is getting darker.
The torture room was quiet, and only Cheng Gou was polishing his short knife.
Zhang Wu walked into the torture room with his hands behind his back and sent a voice to Cheng Gou who had been waiting for him for a long time:
"Don't ask anything, be more ruthless and lie down for at least three months."
"What……"
Cheng Gou was stunned. Seeing Zhang Wu's eyes firm, he gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly:
"How dare you bully me!"
"Puchi--"
A bloody light suddenly appeared, and a big hole was torn on Zhang Wu's chest. The flesh and blood in the cut clothes turned outward, which was shocking and the deep scars could be seen.
Someone had no expression on his face and slapped Cheng Gou in front of the chest, and immediately knocked him to the wall.
With the blood squirting wildly, he beat people like hanging paintings. Cheng Gou fell off the wall after two seconds and fainted.
Such movement immediately alarmed the patrol jailers.
This miserable appearance made everyone feel creepy.