Yi Song

Chapter 1 The floating corpse starts, waking up in prison

Twenty miles north of Chenliu, the Bianhe River under the setting sun gradually lost its bustle and bustle.

A Bianhe River passenger and cargo boat was walking on the right side of the river. The boats in front and behind were far apart, looking a little aloof.

The bow of the ship held a flag in the wind, "Man Jin Tang!"

A man in his thirties, wearing a hat and a lake-blue t-shirt, stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

The passing ships, their owners and boatmen, all stood on the deck, bowing to this side and muttering something to each other.

"Wan'an, Wan'an! Hall Master Liang Wan'an!"

The man nodded proudly and remained motionless.

"Hall Master." A boatman came over to report.

"What's the matter?"

"I bumped into a floating body on the side of the boat. The boys followed the rules and fished it out."

"The exhausted Xiang army, or the hungry people who drowned in the river?"

"No, he's a strong man. He came from nowhere. He looks like he hasn't been dead for a long time."

"A strong man? That's still useful."

As soon as Hall Master Liang finished speaking, another boatman ran over in a panic.

"Hall Master, it's not good, please go and have a look."

"What, is it a fake corpse?" Hall Master Liang glared dissatisfied, lifted up his lapel, and walked a few steps quickly to the right side of the ship's deck.

There were several people standing around here, and one person was lying in the middle. He was wet and motionless, and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

"He's so long, I'm afraid he's about five feet seven inches."

"It's enough. If you are so tall, you can get a monthly salary of 700 yuan (Note 1) if you apply for the imperial army."

"Looking at the body of a tiger, the arms of an ape, the belly of a wolf and the waist of a wolf, he is very majestic. Such a talent was lost in the river, alas -!"

"What a pity. In today's world, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and sheep take a hundred steps to be eaten."

"The hall master is here, let me."

Hall Master Liang stood aside, glanced around, and his eyes fell on an experienced steward.

"Still alive?"

"Master, I touched it. My whole body is cold, my heart is slightly warm, and I have a slight breath."

"Then he's not dead yet, what's the fuss about?"

"Master, look at this guy's back." The steward said, turning the man lying on the ground over and tearing off the clothes on his back.

hiss--!
  Even Hall Master Liang was so frightened that he took two steps back.

A red tiger tattoo occupies the entire back, bright red and lifelike.

The tiger is roaring, powerful and ferocious, as if it will pounce at any time to eat people.

"What a tiger descending from the mountain!" The steward bent down and looked down for a while, shaking his head and sighing.

"Except for the two master craftsmen from Pingchunfang and Qiaoyan Pavilion in Tokyo, there is probably no one else in the world who has this skill. Master, this person's identity is not simple."

Hall Master Liang glanced at them and saw the various expressions on his subordinates' faces. He snorted and sneered.

"Humph! So what if it's not simple!

On the ground of my Manjin Hall, there is a dragon coiled up and a tiger lying down. We went to the entrance of the hall and threw the boy into the prison in the backyard. He would be cleaned and sold to Butcher Zheng tomorrow morning. "

"Yes!"

Liu Guozhang struggled to open his eyes and saw a man's head dangling in front of his eyes.

"vomit!"

It was as if his intestines and stomach were being pulled outwards by invisible hands. He turned sideways and vomited violently, wishing he could vomit out all the milk he drank when he was young.

After vomiting for a quarter of an hour, Liu Guozhang felt that his body was completely empty, and there was not a trace of vomit left in his body.

Then he gave up, fell back to the ground, and continued to lie down.

In a daze, I felt the man catching the vomit in a broken wooden basin, then holding his nose and carrying it to the other side.

"Water, water!" Liu Guozhang shouted subconsciously.

The man picked up a bowl, turned it carefully, and pointed the full edge of the bowl towards Liu Guozhang's mouth.

Gudong, gudong, and after a few sips, Liu Guozhang screamed again.

"hungry!"

"Good boy, it seems you don't deserve to die."

The man muttered something, took out a bowl from somewhere and brought it to his mouth.

Liu Guozhang opened his eyes and saw a dark lump in the bowl. He didn't know what it was made from.

But he was so hungry that he couldn't help but take a few licks.

It smells disgusting, but the taste is okay, and there is actually a slight aftertaste.

Liu Guozhang raised his body upwards with all his strength, exerted force on his mouth, purred a few times, ate all the dark and thick food, and licked his mouth with his tongue as he was still not satisfied. "Drinking and eating, it's hard for Yama to accept it. You boy, you have a great life." The man said again.

"Did you save me?" Liu Guozhang felt much better and returned to the human world.

He has no relationship with me, but he tried so hard to save me. I met a good person.

The man chuckled: "There are only you and me here. If I didn't save you, how could a ghost save you?"

Liu Guozhang lay on the ground and stared blankly at the roof.

It is certain that he fell into the water from the ocean liner and drowned, and then his soul passed through the body of a hero named Zhen Wuhuan.

In this era of namelessness and surname, I might as well continue to be called Liu Guozhang.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor."

"It's easy to say. I have been doing business at sea all year round, and I have learned a lot of acupuncture and gold sore techniques. Use them in times of crisis. Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on God's will.

You're lucky, I only need five injections and you'll come back to life. This was overwhelming, ah, it almost killed me.

Good thing, once you vomit it up, you'll be fine. "

"My name is Liu Guozhang. Do you dare to ask me the name of my benefactor? The grace of my life will be remembered forever."

"Just call me Liu Da." Liu Da looked over, his eyes bright and shining in the darkness.

Liu Guozhang struggled to sit up, put his hands on the ground, turned his head and looked around

Behind it is a thick wall, with wooden fences on three sides, as thick as teacups.

It was pitch black, as if we were in a cave, with only an oil lamp shining in the distance, and the dim light was shaky.

Damp and moldy, feces, urine and sweat, the smells all mixed together to make you sick.

It was as eerie and quiet as the underworld, and it seemed that there were only two living people, himself and Liu Da.

"Grandpa, where is this?"

"In the prison in the backyard of Manjintang."

"Did I commit a crime in prison?"

Liu Guozhang was shocked.

What kind of thing did this Zhen Wuhuan commit? He was actually sent to prison, and he still had to be the successor!
  "A private prison, Manjintang is the head of the Wuyou Gang, specializing in business from Nanjing to the Bianhe River in Tokyo."

"In this private prison, have I offended Manjintang?"

"Haha, no one who enters here has offended Manjintang."

"Then why am I here?"

"Listen to Xigou, you picked it up from the Bian River."

"Pick it up and throw it into jail?"

That doesn’t make sense!

Is it a local custom?

Liu Da laughed, put the empty bowl aside, picked up the water bowl and took a few sips.

"When you came in, the clothes on your body were all in rags. I chose one piece from the pile of rags and put it on you randomly. Don't mind it. You have some decent clothes on you when you die. It's a bit of a blessing. Decent.

Of course, in the end, you have to be stripped off and come back here. "

"Have you any dignity when you die? My benefactor, Manjintang has come to fish for me and wants to kill me again?"

"Manjintang didn't fish you out for good deeds, it was just taboo. Now that you have fallen into their hands, you are meat on the chopping board."

"My benefactor might as well say it clearly, I can bear it."

"The prison in Manjintang is no different from the gate of hell. You come in alive and go out dead; you come in standing and go out lying down. I have been here for two months and have seen more than a hundred people come in and out, and all that is left is the pile Clothing.”

Liu pointed at the corner.

There was a pile of rags, not two complete.

"The owners of these clothes are all dead?" Liu Guozhang asked in surprise.

"Of course he died. Manjintang doesn't support idle people. If you can't squeeze out a penny anymore, just peel it off, clean it, and sell it to Butcher Zheng."

"Butcher Zheng? Sold as beef and mutton?"

Cannibalism!
  What the hell is this?

"This is called Wuyou Meat. It's a famous dish created by the Wuyou Gang. It's quite popular among some people. But you're made of tendon meat, which has more lean meat and less fat. It takes a lot of effort to chew it, and it doesn't taste good. It's not considered good. Worry-free meat.”

At this point, Liu Da raised his voice and said: "Yuan Dongjia, you only have pork belly, which is the best Wuyou Pork."

"Straight bitch Liu Da, stop talking with your ass between your legs!"

Shouting and cursing broke out in the darkness, echoing in the prison.

There are actually other living people?

Note 164: In the Song Dynasty, the height requirements for recruiting imperial soldiers were at least five feet two inches (approximately 177cm), with a monthly salary of 180 cents; above five feet six inches (183cm), with a monthly salary of five hundred cents; and above five feet seven inches (approximately cm) , with a monthly salary of fen; he is over feet inches tall (approximately cm) and has a monthly salary of fen.

(End of this chapter)