Stopped at the dirty cell.

A young man in his twenties, with fair complexion and wearing prison uniform, was holding scraps of coal and writing something on the wall.

According to memory, this man's name is Tan Zhuangfei, the son of a governor in the south.

Qin Yuan coughed lightly.

Tan Zhuangfei turned around. He was younger than Qin Yuan imagined. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't feel decadent at all because he was in prison.

He glanced at Qin Yuan's waistband and asked uncertainly: "Recorder?"

"yes"

The jailer opened the cell and interrupted the conversation between the two.

As the table and chairs were put down with a heavy clang, the expressionless jailer locked the door and retreated.

"please"

Qin Yuan raised his hand.

After the two of them sat down one after another, Qin Yuan started to ask questions: "You had the opportunity to escape like everyone else, why didn't you go?"

"Since ancient times, only failed reforms have been bloodless. No one has shed blood in today's reform, so I will be the first."

The sun happened to shine in through the window and fell on Tan Zhuangfei's bloodless face.

Make him look like a martyr.

"What do you think of the two people who escaped?"

Qin Yuan asked again.

There are three bosses in this reform, and Tan Zhuangfei can only be ranked third.

"Those who stay and those who leave are heroes. Without sacrifice, it is not enough to inspire people. Without leaving, there will be no future."

Tan Zhuangfei replied without hesitation.

Qin Yuan asked a few more questions.

Tan Zhuangfei answered one by one.

According to the procedure, Qin Yuan should leave.

Turning his eyes to the poem on the wall, Qin Yuan read it out: "I will smile to the sky from my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact!"

These two poems completely answered his question just now.

"Open the door"

With a crash, the rusty cell door suddenly opened.

Qin Yuan walked out five or six steps and looked back. Tan Zhuangfei's back was turned to this side, and he was standing in the orange sunshine.

It was as if he was not in the cell, but someone else was.

Return to Zuoshiyuan.

Transcribe the recorded words of Tan Zhuangfei.

Turn it in.

This job is over.

call!

Qin Yuan exhaled a breath of thick air.

The whole person slumped on the chair as if he had no bones.

This job, similar to that of a historian or an intelligence officer, is really tiring.

He didn't even want to move a finger now.

"What a fool! Happy Fourth of July, give me money, give me money."

“Ge Lao Tzu’s”

“I’m so angry”

"I can't help it, God will make me rich."

The noisy sound of playing mahjong came from next door.

These guys play cards as soon as they are worth it.

Life is so short, but it is wasted on boring things.

After a while.

Qin Yuan appeared at the mahjong table.

Boring things should only be done by people like him who live a long life.

In addition to being a very interesting entertainment tool, mahjong tiles are also a bridge for communicating emotions.

After several attempts, Qin Yuan no longer felt alienated from traveling to a different world.
Chapter completed!