Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10088 I want to eat

Wanghai County, the county government prison.

In the innermost single cell, there are iron walls on all sides, except for a small iron window near the corridor.

A very faint beam of light came in through the bars, the only source of light in this small cell.

The floor of the cell was covered with water, seeping in from the passage outside, and some were human feces and the like.

The only thing that was dry was the pile of firewood in the corner. At this moment, a person was sitting on the firewood, with his back to the door, writing and drawing on the wall with his fingers.

From time to time, there were a few giggles.

On the ground not far behind him, there were half stiff corned buns scattered, and a group of mice were scrambling to eat them.

"It's a meal, it's a meal!"

When the jailer came in with a wooden barrel, yelling as he walked, the cell that was as silent as a tomb suddenly became agitated.

Many prisoners ran from the corner to behind the bars and stretched out their hands vigorously towards the aisle.

"Give it to me!"

"I want to eat I want to eat!"

Holding a long-handled iron ladle in his hand, the jailer skilfully scooped out a ladle of semi-liquid food like pig food from the wooden barrel and threw it into the dirty empty bowls held by the prisoners.

"It's not enough to eat enough, please give me another spoonful!"

"Go to death, eat or not!"

A prisoner grabbed the prisoner's trousers. The prisoner was startled and angry, and he swung the iron ladle in his hand and smashed the prisoner's arm.

Since this iron ladle was used by prison guards to distribute food to these vicious prisoners, it must not be an ordinary iron ladle.

The iron ladle was designed with a little care, and it can be used as a weapon at critical moments.

No, this prisoner was screaming from the beating, his arms were covered by his clothes, and he couldn't see what was inside, but the back of his hand, which was exposed outside, was smashed a few times, but the back of his hand was completely smashed. bloodstains...

The prisoner screamed and retracted his arms in pain.

The jailer took the iron ladle and knocked hard on the iron window a few times, making a clear and crisp sound.

"If you grab my trousers with all your hands and feet, you will be able to walk around if you can't eat, you beheaders! Be honest with me!"

Next, when the prison guards were distributing food, these people were much more honest.

Maybe it was the previous killing of chickens and monkeys, so that they would not dare to make mistakes, and they would take as many as they wanted.

Some people may ask, the jailer is so arrogant, isn't it afraid that the people inside will go out in the future and take revenge on the jailer and his family?
After all, the people who can enter here, except for the small probability of unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, most of them really deserve it and have done bad things!
There are even some people who burn, kill, loot, kill, set fire and do all sorts of bad things. A little jailer, isn't he afraid of being retaliated against?

Ha, of course the prison guards are worried about being retaliated against, but there are also divisions in the prison.

In other misdemeanor areas, wardens would not dare to do this.

Even, some criminals have money at home, and after they come in to manage, even if they live in the cell, they can still enjoy the big fish and meat outside.

You can even see wardens and criminals sitting at the table in the prison, eating meat, drinking, punching and punching together, and finally playing cards and gambling money...

Of course, all these things were done behind the back of the magistrate and the others. This is trickery at the bottom.

Through these, these jailers can get a little oil and water from it to enrich their own households.

As for the cell here, that kind of situation is impossible.

What you see are very scary and frightening interrogation scenes.

Because this is the hardest-hit area, the prisoners are all those vicious people.

Some criminals even killed their own relatives before being imprisoned here, and they had no money, and they didn’t know how to deal with them. You said, similar to this kind of prisoners, the prison guards can’t get any benefits from them, and they are also afraid of them. Dare to eat, drink and have fun together?
Furthermore, when these people were held in the cells, the guards could beat their arms and the backs of their hands from the outside.

That's because they can't get out, they can be bullied, and they are not afraid of being retaliated, because basically all the prisoners who are locked here will never be able to get out in this life!

What?You said there were also people going out?
Haha, that is to carry it out!

The moment they go out, they will be beheaded. Therefore, the wardens in this area are not at all worried about being retaliated by these prisoners.

What can a dead person take revenge on?

In this way, the jailer distributed food unimpeded all the way, like an uncrowned king, he is really the boss here.

He came to the barred window of the innermost cell.

He was a little surprised.

Because the prisoners held here were sent over three days ago.

When it was delivered, there were wounds on both sides of the waist, and a lot of blood flowed out.

For the past three days, when he came to distribute food every day, the other prisoners were all screaming, but this one didn't make any movement.

He thought the man was dead, so he called two companions to go in and have a look. He was not dead, but just lying on the firewood pile in a daze.

But the steamed buns and rice porridge brought in can barely be eaten.

Just last night, when he came to patrol, the prisoner inside borrowed a pen and paper from him, saying that he wanted to write a letter of apology to his parents...

They are all here, and they are not allowed to send messages outside.

So the jailer rejected him at that time.

"It's time for dinner, it's time for dinner!"

The jailer took the iron ladle in his hand and knocked hard on the iron window, but there was no movement inside.

"Bring out the bowl, it's time to serve!" the jailer yelled again, but there was still no movement inside.

The jailer was surprised, so he moved closer, put his eyes on the iron window and looked in.

It turned out that there was a person lying on the pile of firewood with his back to the outside.

"Are you dead? If you're not dead, you stretch out the bowl, and you want me to serve you?"

The man turned his back to this place, and there was still no movement, as if he was dead.

The jailer was a little flustered now, and hurriedly put down the things in his hand and took out the key to go in and have a look.

He is in charge of supervising this area. If it is the prisoners who have been interrogated, they will die in prison. There is basically no difference between dying earlier and dying later.

But for these prisoners who are waiting for trial, they can't be easily let them die. If they die, what will the county magistrate do for interrogation?
If this matter is pursued, he will lose his job.

Thinking of this, he opened the door even faster. After the door was pushed open, he rushed into the firewood stack, and at the same time, he was still yelling: "What are you doing, dead thing?"

Then he raised his hand to push the person lying on the firewood stack, and the person fell apart immediately.

It turned out that it was a piece of clothing with firewood wrapped underneath. Because the light in the cell was dim, it looked like a human illusion.

(End of this chapter)