Xianyang Prison.
When it was time to eat, the jailer walked towards the group of Confucian scholars carrying a large wooden bucket as usual.
They placed the bowls at the door of the cell one by one, and used a bowl-sized spoon to scoop out a spoonful of porridge with clear soup and little water in each bowl. Some of the soup even flowed out of the broken bowls.
The eyes of those Confucian scholars were numb, and they were used to this situation.
There was only this kind of soup every day, not even pickles or steamed buns, and everyone's face was sallow.
Before they even picked up their bowls, they saw the jailer holding an exquisite lunch box, opening Ran Fang's cell door, placing it on the ground with a very respectful attitude, then opened the lunch box and placed the exquisite meals inside one by one. come out.
Through the fence, they could smell the aroma of the food, and some even had their stomachs growling a few times.
After the jailer left, Lin Tao, whose stomach was growling just now, could no longer bear it.
"For the sake of a mouthful of food, he actually lost his backbone as a Confucian scholar!"
"I remember the time when the sages lived in the open, even though they had no food to eat, they still didn't give up teaching!"
"Nowadays, there are people who bribe the jailers just for enjoyment. It is simply a shame to our Confucian sect!"
The Confucian scholars naturally knew who Lin Tao was talking about, and they couldn't help but echo him.
"That's true! You are simply the scum of our Confucian sect!"
But Ran Fang, who heard this, didn't care at all at the moment.
He knew whether he bribed the jailer or not. As for why his food was different from other people's, Ran Fang couldn't figure it out either.
Maybe... it's because he's handsome?
Ran Fang picked up the rice in front of him, took a mouthful of vegetables, and then chewed slowly.
There is no such thing as cooking in Da Qin, the meals are either stewed or roasted.
Although it is not as delicious as in later generations, the food in front of me in this prison is already considered a delicacy.
"It's not a bad life to have food, drink, and no need to suffer the pain of skin and flesh, with a roof covering your body."
At this time, Lin Tao and others looked at Ran Fang savoring the dishes carefully, looking like they were enjoying it, and their hearts instantly became even more angry.
"Ran Fang! We are in this jail because we are trying to protect the Confucian sect. Naturally, we should advance and retreat with the Confucian sect."
"Are you going to betray our Confucian sect by acting like this now?!"
Ran Fang shook his head and said speechlessly: "Eating something good means abandoning Confucianism?"
"If you are envious, you can ask the jailer and I will act with a clear conscience."
"I envy you?!"
Lin Tao pointed at Ran Fang, and his originally sallow face now turned red: "That's so shameless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard footsteps in the prison.
Immediately, a group of jailers walked in, and the huge prison fell silent.
"Why are you arguing? If you want to argue, get out of here!"
As he said that, the jailer leader waved his hand, and the jailers behind him immediately dispersed and stepped forward to open the cell door.
Looking impatiently at the group of Confucian scholars still standing in the prison, the leader of the prison warden frowned and said, "Why don't you leave yet?!"
"Leave?" The Confucian scholars all looked at the jailer in disbelief, thinking they had heard wrongly.
The warden showed displeasure and said in a deep voice, "You're used to living here, right? How about I tell you, sir, how many more days will you be detained?"
Hearing this, all the Confucian scholars shook their heads instantly.
Then, a Confucian scholar came out tentatively. Seeing that no one was stopping him, a look of excitement appeared on his face.
Seeing this, the remaining people followed closely and walked out of the cell door one by one.
"You can really go!"
Ran Fang felt happy, could he go out now?
Although it was a little strange why all the Confucian scholars were suddenly released, Ran Fang could still distinguish the priorities.
Leaving this prison is the most important thing right now. Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked!
However, just as he stood up, adjusted his clothes, and waited excitedly for the jailer to come and open the door for him.
Everyone else had finished leaving, and the jailer didn't come over to open the door for him. He was still holding the key and was about to leave.
Seeing this, Ran Fang couldn't help but be stunned.
"Hey, hey! There's me too! Did you forget?"
Hearing the sound, the jailer stopped and glanced at Ran Fang with disgust, "The Prime Minister said that only you and Mr. Su cannot be released, so just stay in prison!"
"What?!"
Ran Fang was confused. How could he be so good that Li Si could take special care of him? !
"Could it be that the original person has offended the Prime Minister before?"
Frowning and returning to his seat, Ran Fang felt a little hesitant.
Even the food in front of me seemed to have lost my appetite.
Fusu still sat there upright, looking at Ran Fang's reaction at this time, feeling somewhat guilty in his heart.
Although he didn't know why his father let other Confucian scholars go, he still had some guesses about not letting himself go.
In his opinion, it was because of himself that Ran Fang was implicated in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little more guilty.
"Sir, now that you've come, you'll be in peace. Didn't you just say that life in this prison is very good, and would you like to live here permanently?"
"Me!" Ran Fang took a mouthful of blood and spit it out.
Now he finally understands what it means to make oneself miserable!
What a mouth you have!
After saying that, he lay there alone, as if he didn't want to talk to me, blocking Fusu's words of comfort.
After a while, Ran Fang turned over and sat up. Looking at the table in the prison and the bamboo slips on it, he said with a very serious expression, "I want to write a letter to the Prime Minister and tell him my repentance."
Seeing Ran Fang's confident look, Fusu didn't say anything, but just sat quietly beside him to accompany him.
Opening the bamboo slips and picking up the brush, Ran Fang wrote down the regrets in his heart with a very pious expression, as well as the mistakes he made when he was young and ignorant.
But when he was writing the second line, he found that the words in the first line were a little blurred, and some of them rubbed against his hand.
Helpless, he had to erase and rewrite, but the result was still the same.
He closed the bamboo slip with a "snap" and said angrily: "This is too difficult!"
"Why is there no paper these days?"
Fusu next to him was very good at grasping the key points. He looked at Ran Fang curiously and asked in a low voice, "I am stupid, what is this piece of paper that Mr. just mentioned?"
Ran Fang glanced at Fusu, who was eager to learn, and sighed inwardly. This papermaking technique was from the Western Han Dynasty, and it was really difficult to tell him now.
"It's something that can be written on. It's very thin and light, and it's very convenient to write and store. It's simply a magical thing."
"Whoever can create this thing will definitely be able to make huge profits."
When he said this, Ran Fang suddenly had an idea in his mind. If he could go out, wouldn't this be a good way to make money?
Then he is the richest man in Da Qin!
Fusu's eyes flashed brightly when he heard what Ran Fang said. He then asked, "I have never heard of this thing. I wonder how this paper is made?"
