Even though Master Qiku has been imprisoned, he does not dare to be disrespectful. Such a strong man usually has a strong enough background. He is just a little shrimp and cannot be offended.

Small people also have the survival wisdom of small people, especially those in mixed prisons, who have the most basic ability to observe words and emotions.

After a while, the soldier found a glass of water and stuffed it into the room through the window.

There are tables and chairs in this prison, which is clean and fresh. Compared with other rooms, it is like heaven.

Those who are crammed into a room and are filled with stench are terrible.

"Be careful and don't think too much about that person."

The soldier warned. He knew that there were many hidden rules in the prison, especially the rules for treating prisoners. He was afraid that if he offended this master, he might suffer disaster in the future.

"Third brother, don't worry, we will all listen to you." The jailers said one after another.

The soldier's name was Baha. He was the third eldest son in the family. He had worked as a prison warden before, so the jailers called him Third Brother.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Please be patient, I'll go find the vice-captain."

After he left, he didn't waste any time and went straight to the deputy captain.

The vice-captain was pacing irritably at this time, grabbing his hair hard with his fingers. Several of the already sparse hairs were scratched out by him.

"Where did that monk go?" the vice-captain asked immediately when he saw Baha coming in.

"In prison." Baha said blankly.

"What? Did he really catch him?" the deputy captain asked in surprise.

"He wasn't caught, he came in on his own." Baha said.

"Hey, this is such a big trouble. Why does it get stuck with us? We city guards have small arms and legs, so we can't stand it." The deputy captain sighed.

"Vice-captain, we can't do anything. The commander was killed by them. We can't just ignore it. As a result, as soon as we spoke, the monk himself went into the cell..." Baha also sighed, he was the deputy-captain.

A confidant can speak frankly.

"The commander is not dead, but his ribs are all broken. If he doesn't rest in bed for half a year, I'm afraid he won't be able to get up."

The deputy captain said.

"If the commander hadn't died, maybe the situation would have been better."

"Well, there is a big problem here. You don't know that the monk, known as Master Qiku, is a very famous monk. It is said that he can communicate with the gods. This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that our

Wang, personally went outside the city to invite Master Qiku into the city... If I hadn't been well-informed, I wouldn't have known about this." The vice-captain took a deep breath.

"The people invited by the king...we have put them in jail, as well as Young Master Muhua. We can't afford to offend them and can't explain them." Baha also started to have a headache. He didn't listen to the deputy captain's words. It's better.

, now that we know so much inside information, we are really in big trouble.

"What can we do?" Baha murmured to himself.

"I still want to ask you, don't you usually brag about how good you are? Why don't you have an idea?" said the vice-captain.

"Okay, let me think about it."

Baha can only rush into battle, but there is no other way. Who makes him the direct confidant of the vice-captain, a true brother-in-law?

"Maybe this is a good thing." Baha's eyes suddenly lit up, and he figured out something.

"What should I say?" the vice-captain said with his hands behind his back.

"Think about it, the commander is seriously injured. We can't fight for this position. As long as we find the right opportunity..."

Baha said with a smile.

Changping Village.

Yang Huazhong felt embarrassed about the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by Sun. He was unable to distribute the gifts to each household in their own hands in a short morning, and delayed it until tomorrow morning when Sun would deliver them himself.

That's even more inappropriate.

After all, before Mr. Sun left in the morning, he had already sent a few gifts to him. They are also relatives, so you can't treat one favorably and waste so long on giving gifts, right? It doesn't make sense!

In desperation, Yang Huazhong thought of Yang Ruoqing and called directly to him to explain the matter.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the mountains of gifts in front of her and felt that it was really hard for her.

I originally thought that I would be lazy today and read some miscellaneous books at home, but unexpectedly I was caught by my father and worked as a coolie.

"Dad, you are really my biological father, you can even think of me!"

"Hey, who made you my daughter? Those who can do more work. You help dad distribute the distribution. We have to finish it before your mother comes back, otherwise we will have to be complained by her."

"Ha, let's do it."

Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and inspected each gift, then sorted them skillfully and quickly like a courier. Soon, the mountains of gifts were placed in each house, with names written on the sides on small pieces of paper.

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Yang Huazhong sat next to him, holding a hookah bag and puffing on it. He squinted at Yang Ruoqing as she was busy at work. He was not only satisfied with his daughter's ability to do things, but also satisfied with the newly bought hookah rod in his hand.

When he was satisfied with the smoking, Yang Ruoqing was finished.

"Dad, it's all done. Let's give it away together."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, my dear, you have really done a lot for dad!" Yang Huazhong said with a grateful face.

Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, is this too polite? This shows that most men are resistant to these trivial matters.

Just like men can never successfully find that piece of clothing or a pair of socks in the clothes cupboard, and naming that piece of clothing and that pair of socks is often hanging in front of his eyes... Their eyes can always find a pile of clothes.

It automatically filters the item he is looking for.

So the final classic dialogue is: Wife, help me find some clothes.

Wife, didn’t you see my socks?

Girl, where did you stuff my big pants?

Why are you, mother-in-law, missing a lot of my clothes and trousers as soon as I come home? Are they stolen by thieves?

At this time, women often have different answers, but if collected and sorted out, the answers can probably be divided into the following categories:

Gentle and virtuous type: Well, I found it for you. Do you want me to help you put it on?

Violent and savage type: Are you blind? Can’t you see what’s happening right in front of you? What?... You can’t see? Just wait, I’ll come. If I find out later, I’ll have to pluck out your eyeballs and feed them to the dogs!

Funny type: Can’t find it? Then call me sister and I will help you find it, goose goose (smirking...)

There is also the gentle and melancholy type: (Muttering to himself while rummaging around) Hey, I’m really worried about what you will do if I disappear in the future? I can’t find any clothes or food.

Can't get it in my mouth...

Randomly arranging a lot of interesting things between husband and wife in her mind, and thinking about her relationship with Tang Yazi, Yang Ruoqing was still secretly sweet.
Chapter completed!