"You are lucky today. The command room is happy. I will add vegetables to you!" The jailer shouted, knocking on the wooden barrel that was loaded with a long-handled wooden spoon and starting to divide the dishes.

When the prison guard came to the front with the bucket, Jiang Sanlang became honest and held the bowl obediently to wait for the meal. Jiang Ling held a bowl in one hand and waited.

The jailer came over, poured three bowls of vegetables with a spoonful of vegetables, threw a piece of hard dry food into each bowl, and left with a bucket. Jiang Sanlang looked at the few pieces of rotten vegetables in the bowl and a piece of black dry food, and was stunned, "Brother Ling, what is this?"

Jiang Ling didn't know, so he placed the bowl on the broken table with a knee high, "Uncle, go for rice."

Jiang Song nodded, moved to the table and looked at the things on the table without much appetite. The person in the prison on the left shouted through the wall, "Hey, new ones, don't waste things if you can't eat them, give them to me."

The cell is surrounded by walls and railings on three sides. There is no one on the left and right. Only the noise can be heard. Jiang Song and his son looked at the things on the table in silence. Jiang Ling poured some water from the bowl to clean his hands and chopsticks, picked up the hard dry food and took a bite.

It's very unpalatable, but Dad said that the dry food during the marching and war can't be bitten, and it can be held in his mouth and waited for it to melt slowly. Dad can eat the bitterness he can't bear, so Jiang Ling took another bite.

Seeing Jiang Ling like this, Jiang Sanlang also picked up the dry food and took a bite, "Bah! It's so unpalatable!"

Jiang Song stretched out his neck and swallowed it, taking the opportunity to teach his children, "I heard from your great-grandfather that this should be made of sorghum rice. Your great-grandfather had eaten this when he was a child. Only by suffering in the most difficult times can he become the best."

After saying that, Jiang Song took another bite and stretched out his neck to swallow it. He didn't want to take a look at the rotten vegetable leaves at the bottom of the bowl.

Jiang Sanlang really couldn't eat it, so he begged Jiang Ling with a sad face, "Brother Ling, can you give me another piece of candy? I'll exchange you for twenty yuan when you go out!"

Jiang Ling shook her head while gnawing on the dry food, "Save food, it's gone after it's eaten."

"Wow—" Jiang Sanlang couldn't help but throw away the dry food and started crying, "I want to go home—"

"Don't throw it to the ground, give it to me!" the prisoner in the prison diagonally opposite him shouted.

"Tsk tsk!" The people in the prison in the west couldn't help but feel regretful.

"What are you shouting? I'm looking for death and stretching out my head. I'll give you some fun!" The jailer who was lit with an oil lamp at the end of the corridor cursed at the top of the voice.

At this moment, a prison guard came in with two food boxes, one of which was placed in front of the Jiang family's prison, and walked to the end with the other, putting the dishes in the food box for wine.

Before Jiang Sanlang threw himself into prison, he opened the lid through the railing. He smelled the familiar smell of rice and cried with joy again.

The food box was divided into three layers, including rice, dishes, soup and sheepskin bags filled with hot water. The two children brought the meal to the table and looked happy on their faces.

Jiang Song looked at the things on the table, and tears were all in his eyes, "Eat quickly, it's cold."

"Yes!" Jiang Sanlang poured food into his mouth like a wind storm, and Jiang Song shook his head.

After using the meal, he drank hot water again. Jiang Song asked the two children to wash their hands and faces with the hot water in the bowl, and then poured the hot water from the bag into the bowl in the prison. The bowls and chopsticks and sheepskin bags sent from the mansion were put into the food box outside the prison. When the prison guards were full and drunk, they came to carry the food box, Jiang Song said, "I'll bother Jun and the people in the mansion and tell me that the food in the prison is very good and there is no need to deliver it anymore."

The prison guard glanced at Jiang Song and walked away with the food box. The jailer who was shaking his mouth in the jail on the left spoke again, "Tsk tsk, this big brother, where are you from?"

Jiang Song didn't say anything.

"I can send people to the house, so there is money!"

"Let them give it to me, I can't finish eating and drink some soup for me."

"Jun Ye won't help you with your message. If they don't send it, what will Jun Ye eat?"

The person in the prison diagonally opposite also whispered, "Little brother, you haven't finished your cake? Put it in the prison to recruit mice and throw it over for me to eat."

"It's so troublesome to throw it away, so convenient to hand it over it!" the prison friend on the left said hurriedly.

Jiang Sanlang looked at the "cake" he threw on the ground, "Dad?"

Jiang Song shook his head gently, "Don't be too troublesome, even if you are in prison, you can't leave your homework. Where has your "Thousand Character Text" been silent?"

Jiang Sanlang...

Jiang Ling, "Uncle, I've finished memorizing it."

"Okay, Ling'er will come first." Jiang Song leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"I'll come first!" Jiang Sanlang opened his back first, "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast. The sun and the moon are full of brightness, and the Chen is lined up... walking thinly in the deep, and the sun is prosperous... and the sun is prosperous..."

"I am warm and gentle. I am like the orchids, like the pine tree's prosperity..." Jiang Ling followed it and memorized the "Thousand Character Text" very fluently. Jiang Song asked him about the key points and allusions in the text. Jiang Ling answered them all in a flowing manner, which caused Jiang Song to nod frequently, "Very good, very good."

Jiang Sanlang hummed, "Dad, I want to sleep."

"Linger can rest after sleeping with his father after ten sentences of "Thousand Characters"."

Jiang Sanlang pouted Lao Gao, but Jiang Ling did not sleep, but instead punched several times in prison before lying down. At this time, Jiang Song and his son were already asleep.

Jiang Ling was lying in the bedding sent by the mansion. He was disturbed by Jiang Sanlang's snoring beside him and couldn't fall asleep. He raised his leg and kicked Jiang Sanlang so hard that he turned over, and his ears stopped.

Jiang Ling was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard a serene sound. He opened his eyes and carefully identified the light of the oil lamp. He found a thin wooden stick stretching out from the crack of the east wall, trying hard to pull out most of the dry food that Jiang Sanlang threw on the ground!

When the man was about to pull the dry food over, Jiang Ling walked over and picked up the dry food. The wooden stick paused and whispered, "The guy's boxing skills just now were quite like the Wujiabao Arhat Fist. He had also been in Wujiabao and had wine with Wu Yu and Wu."

Jiang Ling heard from his master that his master was indeed named Wu Yu. On the night of the accident, the master was killed by the criminal in order to save him. Jiang Ling pursed his lips tightly and felt very uncomfortable.

"Brother, are you going to give me that piece of dry food?"

Jiang Ling looked at the dry food in her hand and handed it over through the railing.

A hand that was even darker than him quickly took the dry food, "Brother, give me some sips of water, okay?"

Jiang Ling turned around, poured half a bowl of water and handed it over. The person opposite him drank it in a few sips, "Thank you guy."

Jiang Ling took it and looked at the black handprints on the white bowl and became silent.

After four days in prison, the Jiang family brought in two meals every day. Jiang Ling would send dry food and water to the prison friend on his right every night, but he did not say a word to him.

When Jiang Sanlang heard the crackling sound of firecrackers outside, he couldn't help but howled in a hoarse voice, "It's New Year's Eve, I'm going home..."

"It's almost done." Jiang Song has been harshly beaten by the past few days and whispered to his son, "It's not auspicious to not cry during the New Year."

What other good luck is needed here? Jiang Sanlang cried at the top of his throat, "I want to go home..."

"Cry again, I will take you back to my hometown with a knife!" The prison guard couldn't stand it and knocked the iron railing hard with his scabbard.

Jiang Sanlang didn't dare to cry, sobbing.

Today is New Year's Eve, and the person who came to deliver meals to the Jiang father and son and Jiang Ling in the evening was Mr. Jiang Ershi.

Mr. Jiang Er, wearing a black hat and a sky-blue long gown, stood outside the prison with a food box, and smiled and called out, "Brother, Sanlang, Ling'er, come and see what delicious food I have brought for you?"
Chapter completed!