Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

However, the aroma of porridge under his body quickly made Yuan Song shut up.

There is something to eat!

Yuan Song was overjoyed, the feeling of being hungry was too uncomfortable, and he couldn't wait to pick up this bowl of thin soup and porridge that he would never even glance at before and drank it in big mouthfuls.

Most of the water in a bowl of porridge, Yuan Song just felt better in his stomach, but after a while, he started gurgling.

Where can I drink water?
Seeing his shocked look, the ranger next to him sneered and said, "It's not bad to have a bowl of clean porridge. How many people outside can't even afford such a bowl of porridge, and can only eat rice bran soup that slaps their throats."

Yuan Song asked curiously, "What is rice bran soup?"

When the rangers heard this, they were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. These nobles really don't even know what rice bran is.

A ranger explained: "It's the skin on the outside of the rice."

Yuan Song had some memories, and he also went to Zhuangzi to inspect the harvest in the fields. The thorns from the rice bran made his whole body itchy, so he had to wash twice after returning home.

"Then rice bran can also be eaten?"

The ranger laughed and said: "Mules, cows and horses can be eaten, and so can people."

Yuan Song found it inconceivable, "How can humans and animals be compared!"

The rangers all laughed angrily at him.

"In this world, people are not as good as animals. Animals have no brains and don't have to worry about how to fill their stomachs tomorrow, but people are different. People have to work hard to live. In order to live, they can eat Guanyin soil and bark."

"It must be Xu Jiajun, otherwise, who would prepare clean soup and porridge for us prisoners? No matter whether you are hungry or not, you can eat it. It is good to have a bowl of rancid swill. This white porridge is like that fine nectar. If you eat a few more bowls, you won’t be unwilling to die.”

The rangers sighed.

Yuan Song held the empty porridge bowl in his hand and thought about it. For them, this bowl of white porridge, which is thinner and more soupy, is actually comparable to fine milk and jade liquid?

Thinking carefully about his prison life for a few days, Yuan Song shook his head violently in horror. He didn't want to go to prison again in his next life.

Seeing him like this, the ranger next door thought it was funny, and said half to scare and half out of boredom:
"Is this still disgusting? When the leader of the Xu family army didn't enter the city, I'm afraid you haven't seen the appearance of this cell before."

Yuan Song was indeed attracted, and looked up at him.He still remembered the first day he stepped into the prison cell, he was fainted by a unique stench in the world.

The ranger stretched out a finger and said, "The black mud on the ground is so thick, it's all accumulated over the years."

You Xia glanced at him with a smirk, "Do you think it's feces? No, there's also blood and rotten human bones."

"Once you enter this cell, don't even think about going out. How many innocent souls have died here. I heard that there are ghosts howling and crying at night, and they will walk around you. You won't leave even if you scold them. You just want to catch someone. keep it company"

"Two days ago, the leader sent someone to clean it up. Do you know how many finger bones were swept out of the black mud? A dustpan is full. I heard that the jailers here like to use clamping torture, which is why so many finger bones were left."

You Xia saw it with his own eyes, and he said it so vividly, Yuan Song's face turned pale a little bit. At this moment, he was extremely eager for the sunshine that came in through the prison door.

At least it won't make him feel so cold, as if some invisible guy is surrounding him and blowing at him.

You Xia asked: "Looking at your outfit, you think you have never seen the ghost in this cell before?"

Yuan Song nodded. If he wanted to see any prisoner, he just asked the people below to bring him to him. How could he come in person in such a dirty place like a prison cell?

But he also heard a little about what happened in the cell.

It can be heard that it is always heard that the coldness inside can only be understood by personal experience.

Yuan Song has only one thought now, leave this ghost place!
"Are you the state shepherd of Jizhou?" You Xia asked curiously.

Yuan Song nodded.

You Xia knew it long ago, and now he just confirmed it again. Seeing Yuan Song admitting it, he spit at him with a "bah"!

"You deserve it! You also have today!" You Xia cursed bitterly, his expression changed from smiling one moment to the next.

Yuan Song raised his hand dumbly and wiped the wetness on his face. There was an indescribable stench, like something accumulated between the teeth that hadn't been brushed for several years. He was so disgusted that he vomited directly.

The porridge that had just been eaten not long ago vomited out. Yuan Song vomited, while looking at the dark prison cell, and the contemptuous and refreshing eyes of the rangers, he felt that the world was spinning before his eyes. Unfamiliar faces bared their teeth and claws in front of them, like evil spirits crawling up from hell to beg for their lives.

"My hometown was hit by a disaster last year. Seven members of my family starved to death and I was the only one left. I heard that the state shepherd is still looking for people to collect wild game. You still want to eat meat. Can you eat it?"

"I don't think I should give you this bowl of white water porridge. I just want you to taste the feeling of being so hungry that you can't sleep and want to scratch your stomach!"

"The refugee standing in front of you, you are eating minced meat, not to mention opening a warehouse to release food, and even asking the black-hearted officials to drive us to the Xiling Mass Burial Mound outside the city, telling people to lie down and wait for death! Why don't you die yourself? ?”

"The mass grave is full of bones, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts calling at the door in the middle of the night!"

"Eating our fields, sucking our bones and blood, and scolding the poor and evil for creating troublesome people, and sending officers and soldiers to beat and kill unarmed villagers, you deserve to be called to hell to drag you into the frying pan!"

The cell was full of resentment, spit stars flew over and almost drowned Yuan Song.

If it weren't for the disciples guarding the kang gang who came in time, the prison door was almost broken by the excited rangers.

Yuan Song covered his head and face and shrank under the straw mat, fainted from fear.

But these escaped ghosts did not let him go in the dream, Yuan Song was woken up countless times by fright, and when Xu Yue wanted to see him, his spirit was a little bit out of order.

Under the glare of the sun, Yuan Song stood in front of the cell and stared blankly. After a while, he moved his feet under the urging of the disciples of the Huokang Gang.

The original good pair of soap boots had been coerced and tricked by the ranger in the next cell. He walked barefoot on the hot bluestone, and his dull eyes gradually revealed a little brilliance.

In the side hall of the government office, Xu Yue looked up when she heard the commotion outside, and saw a disheveled, disheveled barefoot old man standing outside with his head bowed, and after a while, he looked up at her.

Xu Yue clicked her tongue, and softly asked the six sons next to her, "What happened?"

Liu Zi said: "It's nothing serious, but the rangers in the cell knew his identity and scolded him for two days and two nights."

Xu Yue shook her head with tut, and told the six sons to take him down and wash him up before bringing him back.

Yuan Song's current state is not suitable for talking about things at all.

The six sons took Yuan Song down to tidy up, took a hot bath, changed into an ordinary coarse cloth shirt, put on new cloth shoes, shaved his beard and combed his hair neatly, so he looked good.