Fox Road Travel Notes

At this moment, there was a clang, and the iron door of the cell opened from the outside.

Two government officials walked in carrying a large wooden bucket, followed by Liu Er, the county government's head catcher.

He shouted loudly: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat, don't go to sleep, Mad, you are a bunch of lazy idiots!"

The prisoners stood up one by one and looked for their jobs in a panic.

Qi Dalang opened his eyes and looked at the pile of broken porcelain in the corner.

White, yellow, gray, black, all kinds, different sizes, many incomplete.

There is never a shortage of this in prison.

Some were sent from home, and more were passed down from generation to generation by the prisoners in this prison.

As the saying goes, a camp made of iron and soldiers made of flowing water.

Qi Dalang squinted his eyes, stood up, and walked over slowly.

The seven or eight prisoners in the same cell looked at each other and stepped back a few steps in unison, meaning to let him pick first.

Qi Dalang squatted down calmly and rummaged through the pile of porcelain.

After a while, I picked up a chipped white porcelain bowl. It was neither the largest nor the cleanest.

He held the bowl, raised it high, and turned it slowly, reflecting the dim light of the torch, and observed it carefully.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What they eat is rotten vegetable leaves cooked with multigrain porridge.

The prisoners didn't have chopsticks, so they just held the bowls and drank softly. It was extremely sweet.

After that, I have to use my black fingers to wipe it along the edge of the bowl over and over again until the bowl is shiny.

Qi Dalang held his small bowl of rotten vegetable porridge and watched silently.

Thinking about this bowl, which had been wiped over and over again by someone's dirty fingers, he lost any appetite.

What's more, this bowl of porridge smelled sour from far away from my nose.

Seeing that the prisoners had almost eaten, Liu Er placed two small bowls in front of Min Jingzong.

"Eat quickly."

"A bowl of noodles and a bowl of medicinal soup are all given to you by Mr. Chen!"

Then he pointed at the other prisoners in the same cell and said, "Be honest with me. If anyone dares to steal his things, don't blame me for being rude!"

After that, he turned around and went out with the government officials.

It wasn't until the cell door slammed shut that everyone crowded to the fence, swallowing hard, bulging their blood-red eyes, and looked at the bowl of white noodles in front of Min Jingzong.

There was a pair of bamboo chopsticks placed on the noodles, with a few green vegetable leaves floating on them, and a few pieces of fat meat dripping with oil.

But no one dared to snatch Min Jingzong's things.

Because, here, Liu Er is a god, a god who can control their life, death, misfortune and blessings.

Only Xianggong Zhou did not push through. He sighed and sat on the ground blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Laizi stretched his neck the longest, like a goose looking at fodder.

He swallowed hard, twitched his nose, and murmured: "Damn it, this is the smell of the dough made by my wife's hands!"

"Really, exactly the same!"

"If I could have one more bite, I would be willing to die..."

At the end of the sentence, I actually started to sob and cry.

The prisoners were all sad, and a few began to cry.

Min Jingzong didn't eat, not even a bite. He just drank the bowl of medicinal soup.

Of course, he would not feed these hungry ghosts, no matter how touching the scene before him was.

He drank the medicine and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Looking at Qi Dalang opposite, who was holding a bowl in a daze, he took off his coat and wrapped the noodle bowl and chopsticks tightly into a ball.

"Da Lang, Da Lang, I know you can't eat that, just eat this bowl of noodles."

"After eating, you will have the strength to find a way out..."

With that said, he rolled the ball of cloth towards Qi Dalang's prison cell.

Everyone's eyes were following the ball of cloth, and they were praying desperately in their hearts: "Turn around, turn around, come this way, come this way..."

However, the noodle bowl wrapped in clothes stopped right in front of Qi Dalang's prison door.

Qi Dalang seemed to be touched when he heard his last words.

He raised his head, looked at Min Jingzong for the first time, and nodded.

Min Jingzong felt great satisfaction and happiness in his heart. He looked at me. He finally looked at me, and he nodded to me.

Dalang, he has forgiven me...

Thinking about it, I shed tears again.

Under the wolf-like eyes of everyone, Qi Dalang walked over and untied the cloth, and carefully took out the noodle bowl. It was still a white bowl, but with some soup sprinkled on it.

He brought the bowl in through the gap without looking at Min Jingzong again.

He picked up his chopsticks and started eating slowly. After a while, the bowl of noodles was clean, and he even drank the soup.

There were sighs all around.

Such a good dream, just for a while, dissipated and ended with the disappearance of the last noodle on the head of Qi Dalang's chopsticks.

There was such a moment just now, everyone felt that the person eating noodles happily was themselves.

A young prisoner in ragged clothes hesitantly approached the cell door, trying to reach for the clothes.

Qi Dalang snorted, and he quickly retracted his hand and retreated to the corner with a flattering smile.

Qi Dalang walked over, wrapped the empty bowl in his clothes, and threw it back.

Min Jingzong wiped his tears and asked softly: "Da Lang, are you full?"

Qi Dalang walked back to the corner and sat down cross-legged again without looking up at him.

"Well, Dalang, I know you have something to think about and how to get out. I, I won't disturb you..."

Min Jingzong forced out a sweet smile and sat down slowly.

He had stood on one left foot for a long time and it was already sore and numb.

At this time, I sat down and accidentally touched my injured leg. I couldn't help but groaned, looking fragile and pitiful.

The prisoners looked at him eagerly and swallowed at the same time.

This lame rabbit really has some flavor, but unfortunately, he belongs to Qi Dalang...

"If any of you are not full, drink this bowl of porridge."

"Remember, clean the bowl for me!" Qi Dalang said leisurely.

Suddenly, seven or eight prisoners rushed over at the same time, fighting for each other. No one grabbed a few bites, but everyone's head and body were covered with vegetable porridge.

Suddenly, I don't know who was careless, but with a "dang" sound, the broken bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

For a moment, the prison was silent.

The prisoners looked at each other, their faces full of fear and confusion.

Qi Dalang sighed and walked over slowly.

Picking up a few broken pieces of porcelain, he went back to the corner and sat down, closing his eyes as if starting to take a nap.

Soon, a vicious plan gradually matured in his heart.

He opened his eyes and looked at several prisoners who were carefully sucking the vegetable porridge in their hair into their mouths.

They pulled the tangled hair this way and that, looking for it with great precision.

His face was full of anticipation and he never tired of it.

If anyone touches a fat bug, he will quickly stuff it into his mouth, taste it carefully, and show a satisfied smile.

"Hey, how long have you been here?"

"Aren't you uncomfortable with your hair like this?"

"It's full of bugs, don't you feel itchy?"

Qi Dalang sighed.

It's itchy, of course it's itchy, and it's excruciatingly itchy.

However, everyone has long been used to it, and sometimes they even forget it.

At this time, after hearing Qi Dalang's question, everyone suddenly felt itchy on their heads.

Some people believe that the feeling of itching, like yawning, is contagious.

In fact, even if you say the word "itch", it will start immediately and infect everyone who hears it.