Well, the generation gap of several decades cannot be closed with a few words. I touched my crumpled head and shut up.
"I have finally lived for more than a hundred years, and in the end there is not even a scum left. You think I am still dead?" My life is a hard life, a life of begging. My life is a life of hard work, a life of begging. , I have a glorious life, I have been begging all my life, no one has written a book or biography for me, and I cannot enter the heroic cemetery with educational significance after my death. These are the greatest losses for mankind.
"Master, I'm off topic. We'll talk about things after death." The old man hurriedly held the steering wheel and drove the old-fashioned tractor on the right track.
"Well, it seems that I ran a little far." Fu Jia also hurriedly braked. "Anyway, I still need this agarwood coffin. In this way, I am not the kind of person who will not save me but just take money and do nothing." If you are a corrupt official, add another fifty thousand taels, fifty thousand taels, I can guarantee that I will finish signing the IOU, say nothing more, and rush in to save people now."
"Um, Master, fifty thousand taels, isn't that a bit too much?" Lao Bu Shei was a little embarrassed. Although he heard that his grandson earned a lot, young people will have more places to spend money in the future. The bride price for marrying a wife is just Not a small amount.
"Not much, really not much. Think about it, I am over a hundred years old and still do such a dangerous job. Isn't it more than fifty thousand taels? I am the emperor's master. The emperor's master works for you. It's more than fifty thousand taels." Well, a person who is more than a hundred years old still has to work so hard and cannot rest for even a moment. Isn’t it more than fifty thousand taels? I just want to buy a few more coffins. Isn’t it more than fifty thousand taels?”
"It's not much, it's not much. Master, you don't need to say it. Fifty thousand taels is really not much. I will sign now." Fifty thousand taels is not a small amount, but if we delay for a while, will that boy Wang Bu die be worth saving? Not necessarily, after all, the prison of the Ministry of Punishment is as famous as the prison of Jinyiwei. It is a big customer of the underworld and the main provider of the souls of dead enemies.
"Quick, I like to do business with people like you." The wealthy party was very happy. He happily put away the IOU and put it away carefully. "By the way, it's up to you to realize this IOU. If Wang Bu dies, that guy won't give it to me, so I'll ask you for it."
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I agree."
"Happy," there was no worry about not paying the bill, Fu Jia Fang was happy, and he circled three times on the left and three on the right, stretching his muscles, "Good disciple, follow the master to charge."
"Come on, kill the chicken and give it to me."
The Penal Department Prison is not a high-volume yamen, nor is it a check-in point for Internet celebrities. There are very few people passing by. Even the residents who live near the Penal Department Prison would rather take a detour than pass by the Penal Department Prison, for no other reason than He was worried that in order to complete his performance tasks, the officials in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment would turn a deer into a fool and take advantage of himself.
It had been a long time since I had seen a living creature. The appearance of the two old men quickly attracted the attention of the prison guards. However, judging from their clothes, they were just two old beggars. The government officials didn't care either. In their subconscious mind, beggars were very poor, and old beggars didn't have much to gain.
Valueless people are a waste of air. Nature is also an existence that needs to be abandoned. The gold buried in the soil is just soil until it shines with golden light. No one will stay for you, and no one will waste a minute or a second for you.
Suddenly the yamen officer heard several shouts. When he listened carefully, he saw the two old men who looked like beggars rushing towards him. Seeing that the newcomers were very thin, the yamen officer did not have any fear. He took out the saber from his waist and looked at the person. I was about to take down the two of them in one round, but at this moment, my ears seemed to hear a sound that was not the official language of the Ming Empire - kill the chicken and give it.
The Yamen servant was shocked and said, "Damn it, the Japanese pirates are coming to kill me."
The hometown of this government official is on the coast of Zhejiang, which is also an area often visited by Japanese pirates. I once witnessed a Japanese pirate with a bald head and bird clothes chasing hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Ming Empire. I also witnessed a Japanese pirate who continued to attack without stopping. Cut off the heads of dozens of people from the Ming Empire. Kill the chicken and give it to the king of hell. This is the death talisman of the king of hell.
Although there were only two Japanese pirates, and their fighting power seemed to be very low, the already frightened government servants dared not accept the challenge. The waist knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then he turned around and ran towards the prison, shouting. "It's not good, it's not good, the Japanese pirates are coming, it's not good"
"Uh," the two pseudo-Japanese pirates, Fu Jia Yifang and Lao Immortal, were full of questions. How could they be regarded as Japanese pirates who were worse than animals when they were dressed in such obvious human clothes.
"Damn it, I won't wait for you to curse like this. Come back here. Who do you think is the Japanese pirate?" Fu Jia followed closely and chased after the Yamen servant. I am a dignified descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, and I am a descendant of human learning. I must make it clear.
"Hey, Master, wait for me." The old immortal's reaction was half a beat too slow, and his steps were half a beat too slow.
The lighting in the prison was not very good and was very weak. Fortunately, the two old men had relatively good eyesight.
When they heard the news that the Japanese pirates were attacking, the first choice in many people's minds was to run away, but after all, this is the Penal Department Yamen. If this place is captured by the Japanese pirates, there is only one result that they will face, and that is death, not to mention that they have already locked the door. The bet is that the Ministry of Punishment Prison will not provide a second exit.
The shouting outside did not affect Wu Dawu Er's work at all.
"Brother, it's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head. It's just one stroke, and it also cures athlete's foot," Wu Er said, holding a red-hot iron rod.
Wu Er is a perfectionist. He treats his work as art and does not tolerate any flaws. He hopes that every customer he serves can support his work and obey his words obediently. It is a pity that after working for so long, Wu Er has never met such a customer. He hopes that Wang Bushi will be the first one.
Looking at the iron rod that is burning red and showing yellow inside, it turns out that the men who pull the iron rod are not cute.
"Brother, let's forget I don't have athlete's foot."
"Hey, prevention is the priority. If you don't have athlete's foot, you can get treatment first." Wuhan University also tried to persuade him.
"What the two eldest brothers said makes sense, but you can use a gentler method." This is ancient times when medicine was not very developed. Wang Bu died and had no self-confidence. After his feet were boiled, did the miracle doctor still have the elixir? Methods of treatment. If possible, don't try such a dangerous treatment.
"You kid, you don't understand. Have you heard that a man named Napoleon cured hemorrhoids with this thing? This method of treating athlete's foot is also the most direct and effective. We brothers have experience."
"Well, could Napoleon's death be related to these two people? After their treatment, Napoleon's hemorrhoids became more serious. After all, there are still very few deaths from hemorrhoids."
"Brother, there's no need to talk nonsense," Wu Er's patience was gone and he planned to use force.
"Okay," Wu Da was helpless. After all, no one is willing to try the smell of foot odor.
"Ah, no, no." Wu Da had already grasped Wang Bushit's feet, and Wang Bushit hurriedly resisted.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while." After heating it in the stove for a while, Wu Er took it out again and leaned against Wang Bushi's feet.
"Oh no".
At this moment, a group of government officials suddenly ran in and closed the door. There were not many yamen servants in the Penal Department Prison, only a dozen of them. They all had things in their hands and their ears were pressed against the door, listening to the sounds outside.
Suddenly, Wu Dawu Er was a little confused, "I said what's wrong with everyone, they all came to me."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" one of the government officials whispered.
"Uh, okay." Wu Dawu Er obediently shut his mouth. After all, he was only a temporary worker and could not compare with these regular government officials.
"Hey, where's the person?" Fu Jia entered the prison and looked around. He found that there was no janitor except the prisoner.
"Oh, Master, you run so fast. No one will believe you when you say you are over a hundred years old." The old man took a step slowly and walked into the prison. Seeing that the master was so concerned about Wang BuSi's matter, Lao BuSi was willing to flatter him appropriately.
"No matter how nice the words are, you still can't lose a penny of this money."
"Well, well, it's a blessing for the Ming Empire and the people of the Ming Empire that a man who is over a hundred years old is still so principled." The old man took back his flattery.
"I obviously saw someone running in. Where have they gone now?" The old man was also a little confused.
"I know, but I'm still asking you," Fu Jiafang said in one sentence.
I just saw a group of yamen running back. All the guests in the cell door didn't know what was going on, and their faces were full of disbelief. However, they had already received careful education from the yamen of the Prison Department of the Ministry of Punishment. Everyone looked at the two old people who broke in. They didn't dare to speak, for fear that their words would make their crimes worse, and those who didn't deserve to die would be given a reprieve.
But some people don't care, such as the inmate who will be beheaded in a few days.
"Oh, are these two warriors here to rob the prison?" He clasped his hands in his fists and bent down hard. The inmate's movements were very standard.
Fu Jia Yifang and Lao Immortal looked at the speaker, and then looked at each other.
"Do you know this person"?
Then both shook their heads at each other.
"Haha, in fact, there are no roads on the ground. If there are more people walking, there will be roads. Yesterday we didn't know each other, but today I just met two strong men," said the inmate, who is familiar with himself and is obviously a social expert - -She Niu, if he hadn’t entered the wrong profession, he would have a bright future in the officialdom of the Ming Empire. “When I saw the two of them, I saw them as righteous Bo Yuntian and unparalleled heroes. I must have known for a long time that the prison of the Ministry of Punishment was to frame Zhongliang and hide evil. Therefore, I am hereby destroying the den of thieves. To be honest with you two, my younger brother is Zhongliang who was framed by the Punishment Department."
"What do you mean?" Old Immortal asked.
"Hee hee, little brother, it's not interesting. Saving anyone is not rescuing. Otherwise, why don't you two just save me as well? I promise that when I escape from the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, I will set up a longevity tablet for you two and provide you with three meals a day." .
"Tch, we can't eat, and we don't need it." He was still waiting to exchange the IOU with Wang Busheng. The rich would waste their time on this unknown person.
Lao Bu Die had no intention of saving him. His grandson had been in the Penal Department Prison for a while, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. "Master, let's find Wang Bu Die first."
The two turned and left.
"Hey, you two strong men, don't leave, don't leave, I have money, I have money."
"Wait a minute" Fu Jia Yifang called out and looked at Old Immortal, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It's such a simple thing. How much time is wasted?"
"Uh, okay." Lao Immortal covered his face. Every vote he could get was a vote. He had worked hard to make his coffins rich and powerful, so it was okay to work overtime.
The rich man returned to the inmate's cell door and said, "What did you say, I didn't hear clearly?"
The little lolita in my arms turned into a foot-picking aunt. Fortunately, this was all a dream. When I woke up from the dream, the lolita was still a lolita. Seeing the rich man who came back, the inmate was so excited that he wanted to cry, "Thank you for being eighteen." Ancestors, I can be saved."
"This strong man, as long as you rescue me, I will pay you this amount." The inmate held out ten fingers. Of course, the price the inmate offered was the same as the number of his fingers.
"One hundred thousand taels"
"Pfft," the inmate almost knelt down. He had been robbing tombs for so many years and he didn't necessarily have a savings of 100,000 taels. As expected, the basic salary for robbing prisons was relatively high. After all, it was a dangerous job.
When he escapes, he will most likely default on his debt. How dare the prison robbers send him back again? The inmate pretended to be embarrassed and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, one hundred thousand taels."
"Well, I'm not very familiar with you. I want to see the money first." After all, he is a senior beggar who has been begging for so many years. He has met more people than some people have eaten. He can take out a hundred thousand taels at a time. There are many people, but I have never seen anyone who can spend 100,000 taels and still go to jail. After all, the richest party in the Ministry of Punishment also knows the market situation, and it is still possible to buy a life with 100,000 taels. If this man really had money, why didn't he ask Liu Wenzheng for help?
Ginger is old and hot, and the IQ of the wealthy party has also become wiser because of engaging in a highly competitive industry.
"Um, strong man, how can I carry one hundred thousand taels of silver with me?" The prisoner's eyes were wandering, and it was obvious that he was not very skilled in lying. "Don't worry, as long as you escape, I will definitely give it to you."
"Why should I believe you".
"I can swear"
"Tch," Fu Jiafang raised his middle finger, "I despise you to death."
If you really want to buy the coffin, you still have to rely on your good disciple. Without the promise of a blank check, the wealthy party will abandon this business.
Love is as unpredictable as wind and snow, but it makes me feel sad every time I move. I promised not to be emotional, but I was moved.
"Strong men, please don't leave, please save me." The inmate who just looked down on life and death shed tears.
