Xu Ling's heart felt colder than an ice cellar.
Ever since he time traveled, he had been so proud of how easy it was for him to make money, but he didn't expect that when it was his turn to save someone's life, in the eyes of those dog officials, the money was not even qualified to complain in person.
Gu Daliang didn't come, so Xu Ping came to tell Xu Ling.
His eyes were red and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Xu Ling's face.
When Xu Ling heard the bad news, he didn't cry or scream, but calmed down.
He said to his brother: "I won't survive. I will tell you the recipe for making sugar paste. If you have the recipe in hand, you can take good care of your mother and sister."
"Tell your sister-in-law the recipe as well. She is still young and can remarry with her aunt. Even if she doesn't marry, her family won't chase anyone away if she has the recipe."
Xu Ling rambled on, thinking that he had thought of everything.
Xu Ping cried: "Brother, you won't die. Brother Daliang went home to sell his land, and I...I asked Sui Qi from Yaxing to find a home for me and Xu An. I'm sure we can get enough." Money!"
It was as if a big mallet had been hit on the head. Xu Ping's eyes were filled with dizziness. Xu Ping was crying awkwardly, his lips opened and closed, and he ran away regardless of his shouting.
Xu Ling hit the railing like crazy, feeling extremely regretful.
"Xu Ping! I don't allow you to do this!"
"I don't deserve it!"
Fang Shiqing looked sympathetically at Xu Ling, who was crying in the cell next door, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Faced with this situation, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, he cannot say anything mocking.
"Don't cry, there is always a way out." Fang Shiqing comforted Xu Ling.
Xu Ling cried bitterly for a while, as if venting out all the pain, grievances, and depression he had experienced since time travel.
Then he calmed down.
He has space, what is the worst case scenario, exposing his secret, escaping, but what will be his fate next? Being treated as a monster?
The scalded man in the cell opposite rested his head on the fence as if watching the fun, and sat face to face with Xu Ling across the corridor.
Xu Ling stopped crying and the scalded man began to laugh.
Old Man Fang said dissatisfied: "You are also a fool. It's your turn to chop off your head tonight, and you still laugh?"
Xu Ling looked over and saw that the scalded man was about to die.
Whatever he had to eat these days, he would share it with the two neighbors. Even if he fed a dog, he would still be affectionate. He knew Fang Shiqing's experience in prison, but he didn't even know the name of the man opposite him who was scalded.
Then he asked: "What's your name? Let's get acquainted. If I'm still alive in seven days, I will burn some paper money for you."
The scalded man looked at Xu Ling and chuckled: "You pretty boy, you were crying your heart out just now. Do you have time to worry about me now?"
Xu Ling sighed calmly: "It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. Just let it be."
"Haha, if you think clearly, why are you crying?"
"Crying doesn't mean that I can't understand. I feel uncomfortable, why don't I cry?"
"A man doesn't shed tears easily. You are really not like a man!"
Xu Ling secretly rolled his eyes at him. He was not the original man in the first place, so he was happy to cry!
The two chatted for a while, and the scalded man said: "A certain person used to have a name, but his parents were killed by villains. Now that I have avenged my great revenge, I no longer want to use those common names."
"From now on, I am a nameless person!"
Xu Ling didn't know who he was killing. From what he said, it seemed like a vendetta.
Xu Ling was not in the mood to know too much. He said lazily: "Then give yourself a name. How about Anonymous?"
"Anonymous?" The scalded man was a little strange.
Xu Ling squatted down, picked up a piece of hay, scribbled on the ground, and wrote the word "yi".
"Can you read?"
"I don't know."
"That's right. When people ask you what your name is in the future, just tell them your name is 'Anonymous'. When you get old, others will call you Laoyi."
The scalded man laughed muffledly, "Call me daddy?"
Fang Shiqing poked his head over curiously, saw the words written by Xu Ling on the ground, and laughed out loud: "You stupid boy can still read? You just fooled this reckless man!"
Xu Ling chuckled, and then felt a little lonely again.
Could it be that people really recall everything in their lives before they die? When he was about to die, he actually thought of the fact that the name of the university in his previous life was plausibly pronounced as "die".
The scalded man also realized that Xu Ling was teasing him, but he ignored Fang Shiqing's explanation and pointed to the writing on the ground and said to Xu Ling: "This is a good name. From now on, everyone will call me 'Dad' in front of me." Lao Tzu, everyone is a grandson!”
"If you dare to mess with me, I will beat them all into grandsons!"
Xu Ling was amused by him.
The person who is going to be beheaded tonight still wants to be someone else’s father.
But it’s kind of cool.
"Oh, it would be nice if I had some wine," Fang Shiqing smacked his lips, "The old man has lived in this prison for seventeen years, and he doesn't know how many more years he has left to live. He was about to die before he met you two decent people. people."
"It's so clear!"
The scalded man smiled and said nothing, and the ugly face that blended into one didn't seem so ugly anymore.
Xu Ling said, "What's so difficult about this?"
After that, he loudly called the jailer over and whispered in his ear. After a while, the jailer raised his face and asked suspiciously: "Are you telling the truth?"
Xu Lingsan pointed to the sky, "If what I said is false, let me be struck by lightning. Just do as I say, and it will definitely happen. All I want is a meal and a meal, and give this brother a ride."
The jailer shook his head and sighed, "Okay, just wait."
About half an hour later, the jailer sent someone to bring wine and food, and said with a happy face: "What you said is indeed right!"
Xu Ling whispered a few words to him, and the jailer ran away happily again.
Leave the table of good wine and food alone in the corridor.
Xu Ling tried his best to reach for the wine jar, poured the food into three porcelain bowls, and then distributed the dishes to Old Man Fang and the Scalded Man.
Fang Shiqing asked curiously: "What did you just say to him?"
Xu Ling blinked and said, "Secret."
He even tried to sell it off!
Old man Fang was so angry that his beard stood straight up. He took a vicious bite of the roasted chicken leg and burst into tears.
It had been years since he had such a good meal.
The scalded man also drank bowl after bowl, shouting: "Good wine!"
Xu Ling didn't like drinking, so he drank bowl after bowl.
The three of them chatted in low voices, looking back on their past, feeling either regretful or sad.
In the dead of night, he suddenly heard the sound of the jailer pulling the chains, and Xu Ling knew that the scalded man's death was coming.
Looking at the scalded man's expression...he couldn't tell.
However, from his body movements, he seemed to be somewhat free and unrestrained.
Xu Ling sighed, "Brother Wuming, I hope you can have a good next life."
Fang Shiqing also said: "In the next life, don't do anything wrong!"
The scalded man stood up and said as domineeringly as the overlord of Western Chu: "I never do good deeds! Don't cry! I'm leaving!"
While he was talking, the jailers were already approaching.
When one of them opened the door of the scalded man's cell, something unexpected happened.
