There is no daylight in the Tianlao all year round, and only oil lamps are lit in the corridors.
It was dark and gloomy, and it was difficult to distinguish between day and night.
The prisoners were still scratching and writing on the wall when they first came in. It took too long, or the walls were covered with drawings, and they no longer had the energy to count the days.
After all, there are too few people who come out of the prison alive!
The prisoner who meditated was remembered in Zhouyi's memory. His surname was Su, and it was said that he was a literary giant from Jiangnan.
Because he wrote poems that were against the current times, Jin Yiwei was attracted to investigate. Somehow, he found evidence of torturing his servant to death, and was imprisoned in the sky prison according to the law.
If a family member gives money, you can have an extra spoonful of porridge at each meal!
Maybe one day after the death of the present, the new king ascends the throne and offers amnesty to the world, this person will be released.
"No wonder you are in such a good mood!"
Zhou Yi finished distributing the gruel and walked out along the cell.
The sound moves from far to near.
At first it was noisy, but then it turned into shouts and shouts. It sounded like a money trick.
It has been three hundred years since the founding of Fengyang, and there are many common faults of the dynasty, such as His Majesty asking for birth dates, and the administration of officials being corrupt and the military equipment being lax.
The rules of Tianlao are no longer as strict as those of Taizu, otherwise Zhou Yi would not be able to recruit this sick man.
There are thousands of jailers, most of whom live on empty wages and never see anyone. The few captains who are on duty spend their days drinking and making money.
Zhou Yi compared the rules in the history books and the current situation of Fengyang Kingdom, and there was a high probability that the dynasty would change.
"Xiao Yizi, have you finished delivering the food? Come here and play some tricks!" The voice that almost called Zhang Zhou woke Zhou Yi up from his emotion.
Zhang Zhou kept blowing into his palm, which seemed to increase the number of domino points.
Zhang Zhou was a low-ranking official from Tianlao. He happened to be Zhou Yi's direct boss and had a good relationship with Zhou's deceased father.
Zhou Yi shook his head. First, he was cautious by nature and did not like gambling, and second, he had no money.
My predecessor bought medicine every day to nourish his body and spent all the money at home. However, it was still in vain and the soul from Blue Star took over his body.
I stood behind Zhang Zhou and watched for a while. It was similar to how Pai Gow was played. The person sitting on the bank was Niu Xiaowei.
Boring, boring!
Zhou Yi calmed down and thought about how to practice in the future.
Even if you have the fruit of immortality, you can't give up cultivating immortality, just in case one day you encounter a demonic demon who robs the population, or an immortal fights with magic and destroys a city.
Natural and man-made disasters cannot be avoided by just being cautious.
Immortality is the fruit of the Tao, and cultivating immortality is the art of protecting the Tao!
"In my memory, my predecessor has never heard of the method of cultivating immortals. I don't even know the theory of immortals. I have only heard that martial arts are divided into internal energy and physical training. I have to go to the martial arts school to find out more details."
Cultivation of immortality is for the sake of immortality. Zhou Yi has obtained the Tao and Fruit, but he will not abandon the basics and pursue the weak, and go on adventures in the pursuit of immortality.
Therefore, for the time being, I can only choose martial arts!
"Should we first make a lot of money and improve our lives? If we can't get soap and cement, we can also build a greenhouse with saltpeter to treat ice..."
"Or plagiarize some poems and songs. Once you have a reputation, you will have money..."
"No matter what happens..."
"Forget it for now. We have a courtyard in Shenjing now, and Tianlao is in charge of the food. Don't let any extraneous matters arise because of some money."
Zhou Yi did not believe in the ancient business environment. In a purely official-based society, people with no foundation and backing but a large amount of money were just pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
At this time.
A scribe came outside and said something in Niu Xiaowei's ear.
The school captain is an official position in Tianlao, starting from the ninth rank. He is in charge of ten dispatches, and the dispatches manage ten jailers.
Niu Su can control hundreds of people according to the law. Nowadays, there are too many people in the prison who have no pay, and there are only twenty or thirty jailers under their command, and they are often not all there.
"Brothers, come to life."
Niu Su threw the dominoes on the table and said: "Master Lei ordered that the thief who was imprisoned a few days ago must be interrogated today to avoid delaying the interrogation."
Master Lei's name is Lei Hu, and he holds the post of jailer. Not counting the imperial guards guarding the outside, he can be said to be the largest official in the prison.
"I'll come, I'll come!"
Zhang Zhou's eyes were a little red, and the shadow of the lamp was shaking like an evil ghost.
"My hands are smelly today and I lost everything. I must take advantage of this guy!"
While talking.
More than a dozen people cheered and walked towards the torture room.
Zhou Yi hesitated and followed.
The thief was in Room A 12. When he opened the cell door, there was a man hanging upside down inside. His face was stained with blood and his appearance was unclear.
Zhou Yi followed the crowd, perhaps because he had seen it too much in his memory. Seeing the miserable appearance of the man, he did not feel any nausea or vomiting.
Zhang Zhou splashed water on the man to wake him up, and without asking any questions, he just picked up the whip and whipped him hard.
Bang bang bang!
With a sound, there was a trace of blood on the man's body.
The whip was stained with salt water, which irritated the wound, causing the man to scream in pain.
Only then did Zhou Yi see clearly that the man had no teeth and half of his tongue was broken off. How could he plead guilty?
Niu Xiaowei sat on the imperial chair, sipping tea slowly and talking in a low voice to the scribe in charge of recording.
There were more than a dozen people around watching the man suffer. Some looked happy, some were indifferent, or some were betting on how many rounds the prisoner could last.
After a long time.
Zhang Zhou was tired of whipping, so he picked up the red iron and pressed it on the man casually.
Sizzle!
A burning smell came out, and the man was already dying, with only instinctive humming left.
Captain Niu stopped Zhang Zhou from continuing the torture: "Don't kill people!"
The clerk had already finished writing down the interrogation process. He picked up the man's palm and directly left clear bloody fingerprints on the confession without dipping it in cinnabar.
The evidence is overwhelming, confess!
Zhou Yi asked the jailer next to him in a low voice: "Uncle Ye, what crime did this man commit? He doesn't look like an official."
"This thief is a gangster, nicknamed Feihong Swordsman or something."
"There was a drought in Yuzhou half a year ago, and many people starved to death. This guy led people to storm the granary, killing more than a dozen grain merchants, and even the county magistrate had his head cut off."
Ye Laoqi said: "Jinyiwei has been tracking for half a year, and finally caught him, and immediately beheaded him for betrayal!"
Green forest hero!
This was Zhou Yi's first thought. In ancient times, droughts ranged from starvation to death all over the land, and severe droughts caused Yizi to eat each other.
This man opened a warehouse to store grain and saved countless lives!
Captain Niu took the confession, read it, and nodded slightly: "The rebels of the White Lotus Sect gathered people to make trouble, killed officials and committed rebellion! Remember to feed him well and kill him after a month. At least he will be alive."
Zhang Zhou said: "Don't worry, sir, Xiao Yizi will do things safely."
"Sir, would you like to feed me something good?"
Zhou Yi bowed down and accepted the order. Looking at the miserable appearance of the man, he had been tortured to the point where he no longer looked like a human being. He didn't look like he could survive a month by drinking gruel.
Lieutenant Niu waved his hand: "No need to trouble, this thief has tempered his internal organs and is a first-rate master in the world. He will not die easily."
really.
In the evening, Zhou Yi came over with a rice pail. The man had regained his vitality and his eyes were wide open.
The black and purple burns on his face and the bloody whip marks on his body not only did not make him appear weak, but instead gave him a more sinister air.
Zhou Yi didn't dare to approach, so he took a spoonful of porridge and poured it into the man's mouth. However, the man closed his mouth tightly and struggled, accidentally pouring it into his nostrils.
"Cough cough cough!" The man choked and coughed repeatedly.
"Hero, we are just a government servant, don't make things difficult for us."
"State...dog...stick!"
The man's tongue was broken in half and he could not speak clearly.
Zhou Yi put down his lunch bucket and went outside to take a look. The cells on the left and right were empty, and the guards were all going to draw cards.
Return to the man, cup your fists and salute.
"The hero spared no effort to help the victims. I admire you greatly. Now that you are in prison, you should not give up on yourself. Even if you are on the guillotine, you still have the strength to curse the court!"
Hearing this, the man was silent for a long time and then slowly opened his mouth.
Zhou Yi helped the man wipe the rice-stained blood from his face, and poured the rice carefully with a spoon to avoid pouring it into his nose.
