Wife is hell

Chapter 52 The Prison is Full of Talent
Shi Baolu previously said that everyone in the prison was a talented person, and he loved it there.

Jiang Mu thought the other person was completely stupid.

But when he heard the clanging of chisels coming from next door, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Good heavens, someone is actually planning to break out of prison?

He picked up a stone, smashed it against the wall twice, and shouted:
"Brother, stop smashing it! You're smashing our wall. Even if you break through it, you won't be able to get out. In the end, we'll just be visiting each other."

The sound of chiseling stopped abruptly.

Just when Jiang Mu thought the other party would stop, the drilling sound started again, and it was even more intense.

Jiang Mu was speechless for a moment.

Well, they've turned all the kids into mentally ill children.

At that moment, an aged voice, tinged with schadenfreude, came from the cell on the left:

"Kid, they're smashing your wall. That guy's been itching to get back to you. When he heard your voice, he knew you were a fair-skinned young man, and he got even more excited."

“That’s right, young benefactor. You must be careful. There was once a handsome young man who was killed by him.”

Another sound came from a cell diagonally opposite, a little further away.

It sounds like a monk.

I wipe?

Jiang Mu quickly moved away from that wall.

Sure enough, throughout history and across the world, there has never been a shortage of chrysanthemum thieves in prisons.

Since we're just killing time anyway, let's chat... Jiang Mu leaned against the left-hand cell wall and asked, "Senior, what did you do to get arrested?"

"What senior? I'm only eighteen this year."

"...It doesn't sound like it, it sounds more like eighty."

"Heh heh, you guessed right, kid. The old man went to a brothel, didn't pay, and got arrested."

"So you're the Freeloader, I've heard so much about you."

Jiang Mu was filled with respect and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He then shouted towards the cell diagonally opposite, "Hey buddy, what about you?"

"I was performing a consecration ceremony for a female Bodhisattva when I was inexplicably arrested."

The man said angrily.

"So you're a master of consecration, I've heard so much about you."

Jiang Mu spat again through the railing.

The freeloader old monster asked, "What about you? What did you do wrong, kid?"

Jiang Mu sighed, "I bought a box of rouge, intending to give it to my beloved woman, after all, she just gave birth to a big, healthy son for me. But when I excitedly went into the house, I found her sleeping with another man..."

The old monster who only cared about freebies clicked his tongue and said, "So he got cheated on, huh?"

The monk, curious, asked, "Could it be that you killed the adulterer, which is why you were arrested?"

"No."

Jiang Mu shook his head, his tone even more sorrowful, "I was beaten up by that man, and then I was arrested and brought here."

Upon hearing this, the freeloader was immediately enraged:

"Outrageous! Is there no law anymore?! Has this official been bribed? Kid, don't worry, when I get out of here, I'll chop those two bastards to pieces!"

The monk who consecrated the statue also said indignantly:

"What kind of world is this? Should honest people be bullied like this? Young benefactor, don't worry, when I get out, I will give that despicable couple a proper blessing."

Jiang Mu advised, "Never mind, never mind. I didn't expect her husband to come home early that day."

The Freeloader Old Monster: "..."

The consecrating monk: "..."

The prison cell fell silent for a moment.

Only the clanging sound of chiseling continued unabated.

The silence was broken a moment later by a sweet, giggling laugh: "Young man, you are truly a wonderful person!"

Jiang Mu was shocked: "What the hell? There are women here? Are the women's prison cells here too?"

"What are you dreaming about!"

The old scoundrel said irritably, "She's the actress next door. She used to play female roles all the time and imitated women's voices. Later, she slept with a lot of men and got arrested for committing a crime."

Okay, okay, that's a lot of information.

Jiang Mu sighed.

Stone was right; this place is full of talented people.

At this moment, the actor began to sing again, in a low, sobbing voice:

"My nemesis, kneeling in the dust, I feel a mixture of hatred, pain, and pity. Meeting him again, it's hard to sever the bond; though I have a thousand words to say, I can't utter them..."

Her voice was clear and melodious, and her tunes were poignant and lingering.

I must say, he actually has some skill.

Jiang Mu simply lay back down on the haystack, squinted his eyes, and treated it as a free live performance.

Chrysanthemum Thief, Freeloader Old Monster, and Consecrated Monk have all fallen silent, seemingly immersed in the enchanting melody.

As he listened, Jiang Mu's consciousness gradually faded. Like a fallen leaf, he drifted aimlessly amidst the spinning world…

……

Just as he was half asleep, he heard footsteps approaching.

It turned out that the jailer was accompanied by a woman.

The woman, dressed in coarse cloth and carrying a food box, appeared exceptionally graceful and slender in the dim, flickering firelight.

It was Shi Yuyu.

It seems that Tang Jinxian did manage to deliver the message.

Looking at Jiang Mu in the prison, Shi Yuhuan's already reddened eyes suddenly burst into tears, her eyes filled with heartache and self-blame.

"Miss Shi, please hurry. Although Manager Tang has given instructions, I will not be able to explain myself if the other masters above see this."

After urging him on in a low voice, the jailer turned to leave.

The woman quickly grabbed his sleeve, put the food box aside, pointed to Jiang Mu in the cell, clasped her hands together, and looked pleadingly with tears in her eyes.

Then he took out a purse, poured out all the loose silver and copper coins, and handed it to the head constable.

The jailer understood what the other person meant and quickly waved his hand to refuse: "No, no! It's absolutely not allowed to go in. You can talk to him outside."

Having said that, he left almost as if fleeing.

Helpless, the woman had no choice but to squat outside the wooden fence and carefully take out the three dishes and a bowl of rice from the food box, passing them through the gaps in the fence.

Seeing Jiang Mu lying motionless on the straw mat, she assumed that he was feeling depressed and unwilling to talk to her, which made her even more upset.

Ignoring the bloodstains on the fence, she pressed her delicate body against the wooden fence, trying her best to squeeze her arms and half her body into the gap, attempting to push the dishes closer to the man.

But it's still a bit short.

Shi Yuhua anxiously looked around and suddenly spotted a burnt wooden stick not far away. She quickly picked it up and used its length to push the bowls and plates next to Jiang Mu.

The three porcelain dishes contained ordinary home-style dishes, yet they were all prepared to be delicious and visually appealing.

Jiang Mu remained unresponsive. She slumped to the ground, dejected and heartbroken, silently weeping.

"Oh? Yuju-nee, you're here."

Jiang Mu, who had been dazed by the opera singing, was finally fully awakened when the aroma of the food made his stomach rumble.

"Sorry, I fell asleep just now."

Jiang Mu stood up and smiled.

It turned out she was asleep.

Shi Yuhua breathed a sigh of relief, lightly tapped her slender finger in the air, then drew a circle, and then pointed at the food, making a "eat" mouth shape, indicating that he should eat while it was hot.

Jiang Mu picked up his rice bowl and began to eat heartily with the dishes, saying as he ate:
"Don't worry, Yu-yu, I'll be able to leave in a few days. But I'll have to trouble you to bring me food these next couple of days, the food here is really bad."

The woman nodded vigorously and gestured in sign language: "It's no trouble at all, just tell me what you'd like to eat."

"Whatever, your food is always delicious."

Jiang Mu smiled.

A faint smile appeared on Shi Yuhua's lips.

Seeing that the other person was only sleeping on a straw mat, she lowered her head with heartache, biting her chapped lips tightly, and large tears rolled down her cheeks again.

This woman is made of water.

Jiang Mu felt a little helpless. He leaned closer to the fence and wiped the tears off the other person's face with the back of his hand: "Don't cry. If you cry again, you'll look really bad. I'm really fine. You can believe me."

It would have been better not to try to persuade her; the more you tried, the more tears the woman shed.

Jiang Mu knew the woman was blaming herself, so he changed the subject:

"Actually, I asked you to come not only to deliver food, but also to help with something more important."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yuyuan quickly wiped away her tears and began to sign language: "What is it? I can do anything!"

Jiang Mu took out a talisman from his pocket and said:
"Help me copy the runes on this. There's a stack of special paper on the table in my room. Just carefully trace these onto that paper."

He carefully explained the steps and details that needed to be paid attention to when copying them down to Shi Yuhua.

Shi Yuhuan listened attentively.

After memorizing everything, she used sign language: "Xiao Jiang, don't worry, I will definitely do well."

"Don't be anxious, take your time."

Jiang Mu was very reassured by Shi Yuhua's attentiveness and patience.

After he leaves, go to Furongzhai to get the gold powder. With the pre-copied runes, you can save a lot of time in making amulets.

After finishing her meal, Shi Yuhuan reluctantly left only after Jiang Mu repeatedly comforted her.

As he was leaving, Jiang Mu casually reminded him:
"If the prisoners next door try to harass you with dirty talk, just ignore them and walk away."

Shi Yuhuan nodded obediently.

But when she passed by the cell next door, she was puzzled.

There's no one in the cell next door either.

It seems that Xiao Jiang is the only person being imprisoned in this area.

　Thanks to the person who only knows how to study for the money for the donation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)