Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Family, yes, family is very important. If it weren't for the servants at home, our master wouldn't have been so angry. In order to be able to pick you out 100%, your family, we have already arranged for you. Once it's done, you can take the money and reunite with your family."

"What did you do!?"

Jia Er slammed the table and stood up.

"Don't be nervous, Jiasheng. We are just helping you to relieve your worries in advance, so that you won't be unable to arrange for your family to leave the city after you succeed. Don't worry, your wife and son are safe with us."

The mysterious man's confident smile and leisurely attitude put Jia Er under considerable psychological pressure.

"...Five hundred taels are not enough."

After a moment of silence, Jia Er spoke slowly.

"How about one thousand taels?"

Jia Er raised his head, surprised at the generosity of the person in front of him.

"Don't look at me like that. We are sincere. If this can be accomplished, you, Jiasheng, will no longer have to live in such a tight situation. How about it? Don't you want to consider it?"

“…I do.”

"I knew that Mr. Jia is a smart man. I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

"Then how should I act?"

"Well, this is very simple. Our master has already told us to be prepared."

The mysterious man took out a small bottle that looked like a snuff bottle and said, "Inside this is a poison specially prepared by the master. It kills instantly when it comes into contact with blood. You just need to mix it into the food at the right time, and the rest will be done. You can reunite with your wife and live a good life from now on. How about it? Isn't it easy?"

Jia Er looked at the small bottle in front of him, his face changing from gloomy to bright. Finally, he slowly hunched over and said, "I know."

Jia Er left, leaving behind the mysterious man and half a table of unfinished leftovers.

"What's up, Master?"

A servant came in secretly and looked at the mysterious man sitting inside.

"Go back and inform the master that this has been done. Just prepare five hundred taels of silver."

"I know that once you take action, this will definitely succeed. However, it costs so much money. Will the master agree?"

"Don't worry, the master will agree to this matter, as it concerns your life and property."

"Hey, okay"

The servant left quickly.

The mysterious man stood up, the sun shining on his face, it was the gentle butler. He stood outside the window, looking at the hustle and bustle of the street, thinking softly:

"What's more, a dead person can't get this thousand taels..."

Volume 90: Chapter Chapter : Poisoning

God knows how Jia Er got back to the cell.

He sat in the prison in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"Lao Jia, Lao Jia? Lao Jia!"

A loud shout brought Jia Er's mind back from the chaos.

Jia Er was startled, and his distracted eyes focused again.

"Did something happen? I noticed that you looked so absent-minded since you came back from the fight."

Yan San, who was also a jailer, spoke to Jia Er with concern.

"Ah? No, nothing! Nothing happened!"

Jia Er felt a little guilty, afraid that Yan San would find out something.

Yan San looked at Jia Er suspiciously for a long time, and Jia Er became more and more panicked.

Did he know? No, he probably didn't know. Would he figure it out? How would I explain it to him if he figured it out? No, I couldn't let anyone know about this. But what if he knew? Should I just kill him?

Jia Er's heart was in turmoil, and the two voices in his heart kept blaming each other. His hand slowly reached for the knife hanging at his waist, and the atmosphere between the two of them gradually became stagnant.

"Okay, since you don't want to talk, I won't ask any more questions. We are colleagues, so if there is anything, please tell me."

Yan San gave up asking further questions, patted Jia Er on the shoulder and gave him some instructions.

"Of course, of course, I will."

Jia Er nodded in agreement, and the tension in his heart eased a bit, and his hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the knife finally loosened.

"Okay, you keep an eye on it for a while. I'm going to the toilet. If the prison food comes later, you can help me out first."

Yan San said he was going to the toilet, but in fact, the smile on his face was self-evident.

"Okay, no problem, go ahead."

Jia Er was worried that he had no chance to take action, and Yan San's trip was a godsend opportunity. There was no reason for him to disagree.

"You are quite open-minded, kid. Okay, I'll go first and come back soon."

Yan San smiled happily, patted Jia Er on the shoulder, and left with satisfaction.

Now, Jia Er was the only one left in the cell again.

Being a jailer in Yangzhou City was a fairly leisurely job.

This city is not big, and there are many powerful families here. If there is any problem, it is usually solved internally. Therefore, looking at the entire government office, there are not many serious cases that can be handled.

There are fewer cases, so there are fewer people in prison, and there are fewer things to do. Basically, on weekdays, people just spend their days there slowly. When the jailers are bored, if no one is watching, they will play mahjong to amuse themselves, or take turns watching, and the rest of the people will go out and have fun.

There has been no trouble so far, except today.

The food for the prisoners in the cell has arrived.

The prisoners in the cell have different meal times from normal people. They only have one meal a day, usually at night, because at this time, the slop from various places has just been collected. The ones from restaurants are used to feed pigs and livestock, and the worse ones will be transported here.

It's just the amount of a bucket, which doesn't cost much money. These prisoners just need to ensure that they don't starve to death. How can they expect to eat good food while in prison?

Taking the barrel from the person who was handing it over, the man was a little curious: "Where is Yan San? Isn't he on duty today?"

"He went to the toilet"

"Ah~"

The man smiled as if he understood everything: "I see. Thank you for your help then."

"polite"

Carrying the wooden barrel, Jia Er placed it on the table and took several deep breaths before slowly calming his restless heartbeat.

He took the spoon and walked towards the cell.

"dinner time!"

He made a declaration, and in the darkness, the prisoners rustled and gathered at the cell door.

At night, a spoonful of food was thrown on the ground next to the prison door. This was considered food distribution. Could a prisoner expect to eat with a bowl?

The prisoners grabbed dirt mixed with particles of unknown substances in their hands and swallowed them whole. No matter how strong a man was, he would not be able to withstand hunger once he was put in the cell.

Jia Er walked around and distributed all the food, leaving only the two new arrivals.

The two were in the death row area, a little deeper in the Yangzhou City Prison, and there had been no death row prisoners living there for some time. So the two of them didn't have many neighbors.

Jia Er stood in front of the death row area, placed the spoon in the barrel, reached into his arms, and took out the small bottle.

He looked at the small bottle, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, put the bucket on the ground, unplugged it, poured all the powder in the bottle into the bucket, and stirred it again and again with a spoon.

The two prisoners were locked in a cell, both lying on straw mats, breathing steadily.

Jia Er opened the cell door and slowly walked into the cell. When the two men were brought in, they looked half-dead. It was said that they were seriously injured in the bandit suppression operation and needed to recuperate for some days. Earlier, a doctor came to see them and prescribed some prescriptions, which surprised Jia Er.

These days, even prisoners can see a doctor?

Because of this, Jia Er was very sure that these two people had absolutely no ability to resist, which made him extremely relieved.

He scooped a spoonful of food from the bucket, squatted down, and pried open the mouth of a prisoner. The man was still unconscious and had no way to resist. A spoonful of paste was poured into his mouth. Jia Er pinched the prisoner's mouth and tilted his head up. Seeing the man's Adam's apple gulp, he continued to feed him with satisfaction.

One spoonful was not enough, and he was afraid that the medicine would not kill him.

Following the same method, he fed all the food to the two people, then took the bucket outside, rinsed it with water several times, and then handed it to the person in charge.

"Oh, you even washed it for me. That's so thoughtful of you. Thank you."

The person taking over was very happy. Jia Er's help saved him from having to do this step. Washing this thing was quite troublesome.

"You're welcome, it's my duty."

Jia Er smiled and watched the handover person slowly leave. He returned to the compartment, counted all his things, reached out and touched the empty bottles and banknotes in his arms. The rough touch of the paper made him feel a little more at ease.

He nodded and walked out of the cell.

"Hey? Jia Er, where are you going?"

Menzi asked curiously.

"Go to the toilet"

"Ah? Didn't Yan San go there just now?"

"He can go if he wants. I'm just going to pee and will be back soon."

"Oh, sure, go ahead."

Menzi didn't have too many doubts, he just asked a question. It was other people's work and he didn't need to interfere.

Jia Er slowly walked out of the prison. Under the moonlight, his steps became faster and faster as he ran towards the location the mysterious man had given him. His shadow cast across the alley, like a huge dark mouth.

Volume 91: Chapter Chapter : Conspiracy

"I, I...I got the job done. Where are my wife and children?"

Jia Er held his knees and looked at the mysterious man in front of him, panting.

"Mr. Jia is really quick. It is really reassuring to let you do the work. Don't worry, your wife and children are very safe."

The butler clapped his hands, and sure enough, someone appeared at the door with Jia Er's wife.

The moment the two men appeared, Jia Er ran over, hugged them and examined them carefully, as if to see if they were missing any parts.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. A was a little confused.

"I'm fine, how are you guys? Are you okay?"

"We are fine, husband. By the way, this gentleman just now said that he is your distant relative, and something big happened at home, and he needs you to go back and inherit the family business. Is this true?"

Mrs. A seemed to be stunned by the sudden happiness.

Jia Er looked back at the butler, who smiled back. He lowered his head and pinched his son's round face: "Yes, this is true. We are going back to inherit the family business, a full one thousand taels. Finally, we don't have to live such a poor life anymore."

"Really? Then when are we going to go back and clean up? We have to tell the neighbors, too. This is really sudden. Otherwise, we must invite them to our home for a good meal to avoid being impolite."

Mrs. A was muttering about what needed to be packed and which neighbors to visit, and she was imagining the wonderful life that was to come.

"No need, just pack the necessary things. This is urgent and we have to leave tonight."

"Tonight? But, the city gates will be closed soon."

"That's right, so we need to speed up."

"Oh, this is really, why didn't you say it earlier, I have to go home to get something"

Mrs. A was a little at a loss.

"Madam, don't worry. I have some necessary clothes, dry food and other things in my courtyard. You can just take some with your child."

"Oh, this, this is so embarrassing!"

"It's just a small matter. Jiasheng and I have a life-long friendship. You don't need to take these small financial matters to heart."

"Yes, go get ready."

Hearing her husband say this, Mrs. A thanked him repeatedly and quickly packed up with her children.

“Where’s the rest of the money?”

Jia Er slowly stood up and looked at the butler.