Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 14: Daming's Judiciary, Really Black!

The Ming Dynasty has always been civilized with torture and strict laws. Su San was born in Hongdong County, Shanxi Province, which made the prison a symbol of Ming Dynasty culture. Song Qingshu went to Hongdong Prison in later generations during the summer vacation and spent more than 100 Mao Zedong for a stroll. At that time, I still felt that it would be better to die if I squatted in this broken place.

It was really a crow's mouth attack, I didn't expect that I would really live in it one day!Being pushed and shoved in by the yamen servants along the way, looking at the two rows of houses built under the sun, Song Qingshu wanted to die, I didn't do anything!No matter how you put it, you will be detained! ! !

In a prison cell less than four square meters, even if the sun outside is extremely strong, the musty smell is also extremely strong. It's not as strong as here, and it can't be explained that a dozen or so people from the Xing family class were pushed into such a dilapidated house in one go.

Song Qingshu in the innermost place was squeezed and sat on the ground without stopping, but he didn't know what stabbed his butt suddenly, making him jump up with a groan, and stretched out his hand to touch him. The bones of the dead man's hand were left behind, and Song Qingshu, who was terrified of souls, immediately crowded in front of the prison door that had just been locked, stretching out his hand and shouting.

"I was wronged! I want the above! Let me out!"

"Climb a tree? You can do this! Why don't you jump into the river!" Hearing Song Qingshu's shout, the yellow-faced tiger who was about to leave unexpectedly turned around and came back from a stroll, poking his finger at Song Qingshu's chest and said arrogantly, That strong bad breath almost made Song Qingshu stumble.

Suppressing the desire to vomit, Song Qingshu retorted sadly: "I didn't do anything, why should I be locked up! Is there any law left!"

"Hmph, Wang Fa! In Xi'an Mansion, Mr. Wu is Wang Fa! You idiot, offended him! You just wait to die in this prison! Hahaha!"

"Let's go! Brother Zhang, what are you talking about with a fool like him? Today, the drunk red mansion has some youngsters here again. Let's have a drink. Let's have a good time!"

Amid Huang Mianhu's arrogant laugh, a group of yamen servants left the prison with their shoulders crossed and their heads behind their backs. From a distance, they looked just like a group of hooligans.

It is said to be in a big prison, but let alone squatting in this small prison, it is too crowded to stand up. The most pitiful thing is Xiaoluo, who is squeezed behind Liu Dazhuzi's buttocks, and his head is squeezed against the wall. Xing Hongniang and Han Juan's two female relatives hugged each other for fear of being taken advantage of, and they looked like pulling Lily. As for Song Qingshu, he lay on the door of the prison unwillingly, stretching his neck and shouting to the outside world.

"Wrong! Let me out!"

That voice, how ugly it is!
"Okay! Stop shouting." After a while, old man Xing was really tired of listening, and said impatiently inside, and then old man Xing turned around very depressed and moved Hongniang Xing's shoulder over, dignified asked.

"Hong'er, tell me, how exactly did you offend that Huazitou?"

As soon as I mentioned this, I seemed to recall the scene of being taken advantage of by this fool twice again. Xing Hongniang suddenly became angry, pointed at Song Qingshu, stomped her feet and shouted angrily: "It's not this pervert! He was on the street yesterday Belittle me! To get rid of him, I chased that ruined temple!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help shrinking his neck, hid at the prison door again, and then looked outside the cell.

"But I didn't offend him!" Speaking of this, Hongniang Xing scratched her head depressedly, her appearance was quite delicate.

At this moment, a mocking laugh came from the opposite side.

"Then Zhu Cunbiao is the overlord of Huazi in the north of Xi'an City. The ruined temple you went to yesterday is the Presbyterian Temple of Huazi. Little girl, you scared him into silence in front of so many Huazi, and greatly disgraced him. Haven't offended him yet!"

Hearing the voice, Song Qingshu looked over in amazement, and couldn't help shouting in surprise again: "You, aren't you also that Huazi in the ruined temple yesterday?"

There were only two people in the opposite cell, one was the robust beggar he had seen in the ruined temple yesterday, and he was particularly impressed. For some reason, he also entered this prison.

The other one is a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, her face is so dark that she can't see beauty or ugliness, she looks like a beggar's daughter with some military temperament, she is timidly huddled in his arms, only her head is exposed .

But the little girl's eyes are watery, extraordinarily moving and bright, but there seems to be a faint sadness hidden in them, which makes people feel pity.

"Why did you come in? Aren't you with Zhu Chunfat?"

As expected, what Song Qingshu wanted to ask, Xing Hongniang asked first, but after hearing this, the soldier-looking beggar fell silent this time, holding the little girl in his arms and saying nothing.

Old man Xing is an old Jianghu, knowing that there are some things that cannot be asked, and after finding out the reason, he was so angry that he simply dragged Hongniang Xing back, and reprimanded: "You, you! Usually, my father will teach you Restrain yourself, don't cause trouble! You just don't listen! One after another, you bluff! First offended the prefect's evil son, and then offended Huatou, everyone was dragged down by you to death!"

"You! Dad is so mad!"

After being scolded by Old Man Xing, Xing Hongniang was so scolded that she couldn't lift her head up, but she was unconvinced in her heart, but her gnashed eyes were aimed at Song Qingshu, making his heart shudder, and he stretched out his hands out of the prison door Outside, ghosts and wolves were howling.

"Injustice!"

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The time in the prison was quite difficult, the silence in all directions was like ghost shadows, and no one brought food until noon.In the past, Song Qingshu thought it was the most disgusting thing in the world when he saw someone pulling swill. He only knew after seeing the food in the prison. The unpleasant smell makes you want to turn your stomach and intestines over.

"Don't think about that when you're in prison. It's true if you survive. Come here and eat!"

Old man Xing had seen the world, saw his apprentices and daughters showing disgust on their faces, and ordered with a cold face, Hongniang Xing and the others had no choice but to gather in front of the pig food bowl, suppressing the nausea into his mouth stuffed.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't accept this kind of heavy taste anyway. That bit of modern medical knowledge made him clear that he was different from Old Man Xing and the others. The group is far stronger than their own. They may be fine. If they eat this stuff, they will definitely suffer from dysentery. Here, dysentery is tantamount to death!

The thought of death!Boundless fear welled up in his heart again, and once again rushed to the prison door, Song Qingshu yelled loudly towards the outside like crazy.

"Injustice!"

After shouting a few words, Song Qingshu suddenly pointed outside excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Look! Let people go! The Zhao family restaurant is gone!"

Hearing Song Qingshu's yelling, Old Man Xing and others also rushed to the prison door in amazement. Sure enough, the big prisons not far away were opened one after another, and Zhao guys were released one after another. Seeing this, Song Qingshu was even more surprised. Waving his arms wildly.

"We are here, we are in this together, let us out!"

However, from the beginning to the end, no one paid any attention to him. Mr. Zhao didn't seem to hear him, and walked out with his head drooping. He took a look, but he also left. In less than a while, the Zhao family was gone, and the prison became dead silent again.

Old Man Xing and the others retreated back in silence.

His eyes were red with anger, and Song Qingshu kicked the prison door fiercely with incomparable rage.

"Why!"

"I said you are a fool, you really are! People have money, do you have money?"

But the strong beggar who seemed to be a soldier on the opposite side muttered again, as if answering Song Qingshu's question, but his eyes were also full of complex eyes mixed with sarcasm and hatred.

(End of this chapter)