Liang You looked at the other person's leaving figure, picked up the wine cup, put it to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
Since the other party accepted the money, he believed that Tian Shenglan would not survive tonight.
The man with a face full of alcohol came out of the restaurant and stood outside the restaurant door. The cool breeze blew and he was mostly sober, his eyes twinkling. TV mobile terminal/
He weighed the silver in the bag with one hand and raised the corner of his mouth.
As long as he kills Tian Shenglan in prison, he can get nearly a hundred taels of silver. Although he takes some risks, this risk is nothing compared to the one hundred taels of silver he gets.
Those who work as minor officials in the yamen never rely on the small salary from the yamen.
Humming a little tune in his mouth, cell leader Wang Liang walked toward the prison unsteadily.
The street where the prison is located looks gloomy during the day. At night, weird screams come from the prison from time to time, which makes the listeners' hair stand on end. Therefore, in the evening, few people would rather go far away than come out of the prison door. Passed by.
"King Tou, you are here."
Zhuang Ban Minzhuang, who was guarding outside the prison door, greeted Wang Liang with a flattering smile.
Wang Liang handed the wine jar in his hand to Min Zhuang's arms in front of the prison door, and said: "Take it, it's worth drinking later."
"I'd like to thank the king first." Minzhuang, who was holding the wine jar with both hands, looked happy and bowed to Wang Liang.
Wang Liangdao entered the prison with his hands behind his back and eight-character steps.
Minzhuang, who was in front of the prison door, opened the seal on the wine jar, put his nose in and smelled it vigorously, and touched his lips with his tongue with a look of enjoyment.
"Don't patronize yourself, let me have a sip, brother." Another Minzhuang in front of the prison door came up and reached out to hide the wine jar in his hand.
Minzhuang, who was holding the wine jar in his hand, quickly took a big sip before giving it to another person.
The wine jar was not full of wine. The two Minzhuangs drank one sip and the other drank. After a while, all the wine in the wine jar was drunk.
One of them, Minzhuang, put the wine jar to his mouth and poured it down. Only when the last few drops of wine fell into his mouth did he move the wine jar without finishing.
"The wine is good, but it's a pity that it's a little short." Minzhuang chirped in front of the prison door.
Another Minzhuang said: "Just be content. In ordinary times, you and I would never be willing to drink such a good wine. At most, we can smell it when we pass by the tavern."
"I really hope that there will be something happening in the prison every day, so that I can drink Wang Tou's wine every day." Minzhuang pursed his lips as he spoke.
They are just civilians guarding the prison door. They usually don't have much profit. Only when something happens in the cell, they can get a little benefit from it in order to keep it secret.
Most of the time, a pot of wine is all it takes, and if you are lucky, you can get one or two pieces of silver.
Another Minzhuang curled his lips and said: "The big men above are not fools. If something happened every day in the cell, you and I would have been arrested long ago."
"The arrest is also for those guys inside. Every one of them scrapes a lot of money from the prisoners in the cell. It's not like us, who are exposed to wind and rain every day and only have a small salary." Minzhuang on the other side of the door said with a look of resentment.
They are just white laborers, doing the hardest and most tiring work, but the benefits do not come to them.
The work of guarding the prison door is done during the day. White laborers like them have no chance to guard the prison during the day, so they are always on duty during the most difficult nights.
"Okay, stop complaining. If people inside hear this, you and I won't even be able to keep our current jobs." Another Minzhuang advised.
Although the white laborers who guard the prison are working hard, they still have no problem with having a full stomach. They can also share some of the work with them, which is considered a good job.
In this day and age, it’s pretty good to have something to eat.
Wang Liang wandered into the prison and came to the cell guarded by the jailer on duty.
"Sir, sit down." A jailer stood up, gave up the bench where he had been sitting, and wiped it with his sleeve.
Wang Liang sat down on it, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a glass of water into an empty bowl, picked it up and drank it in big gulps.
As if drinking a bowl of water was not enough, he poured another bowl and drank it all before putting down the teapot in his hand.
"Just drinking water doesn't taste good. I still have some tea leaves, so I'll bring them over to you and brew them with hot water." A guard on the side said.
Wang Liang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry yet, I have something to tell you."
The jailers' eyes lit up when they heard this.
They all knew in their hearts that this was coming to life.
Wang Liang took it out from his pocket, and finally took out a twenty-tael silver coin and placed it in front of several jailers.
When the jailers saw the silver, their eyes gleamed.
Normally, when they do things for Wang Liang, they only get some scraps of silver. Now with such a large ingot of silver, each person can take away at least several taels.
"Did you see it? As long as the matter is completed, this ingot of silver will be yours." As he said this, Wang Liang pushed the silver to the middle of the table.
Several jailers around looked at the silver on the table and then at Wang Liang sitting on the bench.
One of the jailers said: "Boss, if you have anything to do, you can directly give your orders. Brothers will all obey you. I guarantee that no one will dare to say a word."
This ingot of silver is also a hush money, and even the jailer who is not involved in the work can also get a share.
"Some outsiders spend money to silence a person in the prison forever. They will prepare more homespun bags later and do it in the middle of the night." Wang Liang said to the jailer in front of him.
Pressing a homespun bag on the prisoner's body can cause the prisoner to die unknowingly in his sleep without leaving any scars on his appearance. This is also a method often used in prisons.
"San'er, please carry those homespun bags to the cell with me." One of the jailors called to the person next to him.
The two men quickly left the cell and went outside to prepare homespun bags.
Homespun bags were not considered instruments of torture and were not found in the cell. However, if they were needed on a daily basis, they were hidden in a separate room and had to be carried to the cell when needed.
"Boss, who are we going to get this time?" One of the jailers left behind asked Wang Liang.
Wang Liang did not answer, but asked: "Where is the Tian Shenglan captured today?"
"Tian Shenglan is a felon and is being held in solitary confinement," the jailer said.
The jailer who reacted quickly understood at this time that he was going to take action against Tian Shenglan.
A jailer on the side couldn't help but said: "Boss, this Tian Shenglan hasn't been brought to court yet, and he died in prison without any explanation. Maybe the higher ups will blame him."
"As long as you do it cleanly, for a dying person, even if the superiors know that the person is dead, they won't take it seriously. Aren't there still other people in the Tian family alive? To the people above, as long as there are still people in the Tian family in prison, It's enough, I won't care too much about the life and death of Tian Shenglan." Wang Liang said disapprovingly.
Although he didn't know why the Tian family had such a crime of liaison with slaves and thieves, as the cell leader, he knew very well that if he got involved with slaves and thieves, the Tian family would be hopeless.
Otherwise, he would not allow the Liang family to deal with Tian Shenglan in prison.
