"Still drink? I’ll pour it again!"
The second bowl of water was sent to Zongjin in a hurry. After drinking more than half of the bowl, I stared at Yiliuqi’s face for a moment. Yiliuqi still had some panic questions. "If it wasn’t enough, I didn’t have it. I left half …"
"No," Zong Jin patted him. "You sat and said."
There were some surprises in 167-although 42 has been here for three days, he never spoke to 42-he quickly sat beside Zongjin and looked at him curiously. "I still hate people talking to you …"
"I didn’t have the spirit to talk a few days ago."
Zong Jin was really hungry by that half steamed bread, but now it is impossible to find anything to eat. He can finish the water and barely satisfy himself.
After finishing the water, he went on to say, "Do you want to leave me half a steamed bun?"
The 167 scratching his head "is … sometimes I can’t sleep at night and I leave half a steamed bread …"
"I mean what to give me …"
The 167 cocked his head and thought for a moment, "There’s no reason. It’s just … it’s just that you don’t eat much …"
-is also what reason?
There are good people in this world for reasons; There are also wicked people in this world who also need reasons.
Zong Jin asked "What’s your name" with a self-deprecating hook.
"… Stone, they all call me Little Stone," said 167. "But I’m used to being in charge."
"How long have you been here?"
"I came here at the age of eleven after more than three years."
"How come here?"
He asked casually, but he didn’t expect this to make the child bow his head and go to Zongjin as if it were a small stone’s heart. After these days of torture, he seemed to have a good temper, just waiting for his reply.
A moment later, Xiaoshi said, "My dad is a lowlife and I am a lowlife."
"Huh?" Zong Jin is puzzled
But the answer is not a small stone, but a rough and low old man. "Small stone’s mother was cheated by his father and gave birth to a small stone who didn’t know that his father was a base; Later, when he was exposed, his mother reported it. "
“……”
"His father died and he was sent here." The old man’s tone is still so bad. "Don’t sleep in the middle of the night. What are you talking about here? Don’t go to bed yet!"
More and more strict
Stone refused to seem to have a special eye contact with Zongjin. "… let’s talk about it for a while and talk about it for a while …"
Sany cold snorted Zongjin and heard the rustling bed seem to be disturbed by the two of them. Sany went straight out of the grottoes and didn’t know where to go. Xiaoshi continued to tell Zongjin, "Don’t stop eating. You won’t be able to eat if you don’t have the strength to eat when you work. Oh, yes, and this."
The little stone touched it in his arms for a while and found a small medicine box "this is for you"
Zong Jin took the cover off and sniffed "What is this?"
"I’ll ask the steward for the ointment next month," Xiaoshi said, rolling up his trouser legs. "I got hurt at work and finally got this medicine …"
His thin, shriveled calf has a three-inch long injury, and his scab has faded, leaving new flesh protruding.
"Give me this for what?" Zong Jin asked again.
Chapter one hundred and seventy Ashes of Jingzhao
"You give up. Quarry guards can’t even fly in. Do you still want to go in and save people?" Pingxi shouted with difficulty in the tree. "I want to say that you are not Hector Lianjun’s family. It is better to let Hector Lianjun talk to Yong Menjun himself …"
Jingzhao has been watching the distance from the treetops and turned a deaf ear to Pingxi’s words.
Even if you are not good at planning and don’t understand the balance of each family, Jingzhao knows that it is impossible for He Lianheng to bow his head and beg for it-if you really know that He Lianheng loves pets around him, they will not let go if they don’t take the opportunity to get some big benefits from He Lianheng.
But they have been wandering outside the quarry for several days, and Jing Zhao has not been able to find a gap.
First of all, he can’t get in; Secondly, they can’t get out if they go in.
The quarry will transport the mined stones to the other side of the palace for repair every day, but those who transport ox carts back to the quarry are hard to bring people in even if they go back and forth day after day, and there are about 500 Yong Men army troops around the quarry who take turns to watch every day without a trace.
Five hundred people are nothing. Jing Zhao is a man who has seen a big scene-he has participated in tens of thousands of people fighting, and five hundred of them are not enough to see.
But 500 people are very good to him alone.
"Otherwise, why don’t you just stamp a sinner behind your back and I’ll sell you in?" Pingxi added, "Oh, I can’t get in. You want to save people. I can understand that, but it’s not a problem just to turn around here … although I’m quite happy to hang out."
-although Jing Zhao has no money, Jing Zhao can hunt; These days, there is no need to work or spend money. Fresh pheasants are grilled and eaten every day.
Is Pingxi more see JingZhao more feel hopeless but strangely gives birth to some sympathy.
Jing Zhao didn’t reply. He went on to say, "If you don’t go back and bring reinforcements and hundreds of people, I can tell you how to get around Wucheng."
Jing Zhao suddenly looked down at him. "Are you serious?"
"Ah, ah?" Pingxi was frightened by his sudden response and said timidly, "There really is a valley called Death Valley in the two towns north of the city and outside … there is no one stationed there."
Jing Zhao jumped lightly from the tree before his voice fell. "Tell me more about it."
"… that place is so scary that most people dare not go." Pingxi said, "When I was a child, I accidentally broke in. My father saved me. No matter what wild animals or tigers go in, they will die."
"… what?"
"It’s miasma. My dad told me that there is a hole in the valley of death that emits miasma. When you enter that wild animal, you are poisoned."
"How can that man get by?"
Jing Zhao stared at him with eyes full of knowledge, and his eyes seemed to glow. Although he met Jing Zhao only a short time ago, he was a little afraid of Jing Zhao-he was happy to see more cheating and seeing more disdain and disgust, but he had never seen such eyes as Jing Zhao.
His eyes seem to be light without seeing a trace of evil, and everything is straight and unabashed, as if this person’s heart is not in a dark corner and pickled things.
Pingxi was stared at by him and turned to look away. "My dad will make a gadget with it so that he won’t be poisoned."
"Then where is your father?" Jing Zhao continued to ask, "I have never heard of your father."
Pingxi said, "I don’t know if I’m dead in the quarry now."