Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

Chapter 73: He Smiles So Good

Chapter 73 He looks so good when he smiles

“You are lucky today, the commander makes the adults happy, and adds vegetables to you!” The jailer shouted, tapping the wooden barrel containing the vegetables with a long-handled wooden spoon, and began to divide the vegetables.

When the jailer came to the front with the bucket, Jiang Sanlang also learned to be honest, and obediently held the bowl and waited for the meal, while Jiang Ling waited with a bowl in one hand.

The jailer came over, poured three bowls with a spoonful of vegetables, and threw a piece of hard dry food into each bowl, and walked away with a bucket. Jiang Saburo looked at a few pieces of rotten vegetables and a piece of black dry food in the bowl, and was immediately stupid, “Brother Ling, what is this?”

Jiang Ling didn’t know, put the bowl on the knee-high broken table, “Uncle, eat.”

Jiang Song nodded, moved to the table and looked at the things on the table, but he had no appetite. The person in the prison on the left shouted through the wall, “Hey, new comer, if you can’t eat, don’t waste your food, give it to the lord.”

This cell is surrounded by walls on three sides and fences on the other side. No one can see from the left and right, but can only hear noises. Jiang Song and his son looked at the things on the table silently, Jiang Ling poured a little water in the bowl to clean his hands and chopsticks, picked up the hard dry food and took a bite.

It is very hard to eat, but my father said that the dry rations when marching and fighting can’t be bitten, so keep it in your mouth and wait for it to melt away slowly. Daddy can eat the bitterness, so can he, Jiang Ling took another bite.

Seeing Jiang Ling like this, Jiang Saburo also took a bite of the dry food, “Bah! It’s so unpalatable!”

Jiang Song stretched his neck and swallowed, taking the opportunity to teach his son, “I heard your great-grandfather mentioned that this should be made of sorghum rice. Your great-grandfather ate this when he was a child, and it was only after hardships that he became a high-ranking person.”

After   , Jiang Song took another bite, stretched his neck and swallowed. He didn’t even want to look at the rotten vegetable leaves at the bottom of the bowl.

Jiang Saburo couldn’t eat it anymore, so he begged Jiang Ling with a sad face, “Brother Ling, can you give me another piece of candy, I’ll change you 20 yuan when you go out!”

Jiang Ling nibbled on the dry food and shook his head, “Save it, it’s gone after eating.”

“Wow—” Jiang Saburo couldn’t help it, throwing away the dry food and crying, “I want to go home—”

“Don’t throw it on the ground, let him eat!” the prisoner in the diagonally opposite cell shouted.

“Tsk tsk!” The people in the west jail couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“What are you shouting, the ones who seek death will stick their heads out, and I will give you a good time!” The jailer who was drinking with an oil lamp at the end of the corridor scolded at the top of his voice.

At this moment, a jailer came in with two food boxes, one was placed in front of the Jiang family’s prison, and the other was carried to the end, and placed the food in the food box on the wine.

Jiang Saburo threw himself in front of the prison, opened the lid through the railing, smelled the familiar aroma of rice, and cried with joy.

The food box is divided into three layers, with rice, vegetables, soup and a sheepskin bag filled with hot water. The two children brought the food to the table, and their faces were full of joy.

Jiang Song looked at the things on the table with tears in his eyes, “Hurry up and eat, don’t get cold.”

“Yes!” Jiang Saburo poured the food into his mouth like a cloud, and Jiang Song shook his head.

After the meal, he drank hot water. 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 in the bag into the bowl in the prison. Put it in the food box outside the prison. When the jailer was full and came to carry the food box, Jiang Song said, “I’d like to trouble you to tell the people in the lower house, the food in the prison is very good, and there is no need to deliver it any more.”

The jailer squinted at Jiang Song, and walked away with the food box. The broken-mouthed cellmate in the cell on the left spoke again, “Tsk tsk, this eldest brother, where are you from?”

Jiang Song was silent.

“If you can send things in, there is money in the house!”

“Let them give it away. If you can’t finish it, you can also give your younger brother a sip of soup.”

“Master Jun won’t help you talk, they don’t give it away, what will Master Jun eat?”

The person in the prison diagonally opposite also whispered, “Little brother, you haven’t finished eating your pancakes, right? Put them in the prison to recruit rats, and throw them over for me to eat.”

“How troublesome to throw it, how convenient it is to hand it to me!” the cellmate on the left said quickly.

Jiang Saburo looked at the “cake” that he had thrown on the ground, “Father?”

Jiang Song shook his head gently, “Don’t be too busy, even if you are in prison, you can’t miss your homework. Where is your “Thousand Characters” silent?”

King Saburo…

Jiang Ling, “Uncle, I’m finished.”

“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 sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are shining, the stars are shining… Lin Shen is thin, Su Xing… Su Xing…”

“Suxing and warm. Like Lan Sixin, like the prosperity of pine…” Jiang Ling continued, and finished the “Thousand Characters” fluently. Jiang Song asked him a few more about the main points and allusions in the text, and Jiang Ling answered them fluently, causing Jiang Song to nod frequently, “Very good, very good.”

Jiang Saburo hummed, “Father, I want to sleep.”

“Sleep with Dad in ten sentences of “Thousand Characters”, Ling’er can rest now.”

Jiang Saburo pouted Lao Gao, but Jiang Ling did not sleep, but lay down after punching several times in the prison. At this time, Jiang Song and his son were already asleep.

Jiang Ling was lying on the bedding sent by the mansion, disturbed by Jiang Saburo’s snoring, so he couldn’t fall asleep. He kicked Jiang Saburo over and over, and his ears stopped.

Just as Jiang Ling was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of Xixi Susuo. He opened his eyes and carefully distinguished in the dim light of the oil lamp, and found a slender wooden stick sticking out from the crevice of the east wall, trying to pull Jiang Ling’s back. Most of the dry food that Saburo threw on the ground!

When the man was about to pull the dry food, Jiang Ling walked over and picked up the dry food. The wooden stick paused and said in a low voice, “Little brother’s boxing is quite a bit like Wujiabao’s Luohan Boxing. A certain once stayed in Wujiabao and had a drink with Wu Yu and Wu.”

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

“Little brother, is that piece of dry food for someone to eat?”

Jiang Ling looked at the dry food in his hand and passed it over the railing.

A hand that was darker than him quickly took over the dry food, “Little brother, give someone a few sips of water, okay?”

Jiang Ling turned around, poured half a bowl of water and handed it over. The person on the other side drank it up in a few sips, “Thank you little brother.”

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

After four days in prison, the Jiang family brought in morning and evening meals every day, and Jiang Ling delivered dry food and water to the cellmate on the right every night, but did not say a word to him.

When he heard the crackling of firecrackers outside, Jiang Saburo couldn’t help but howled in a hoarse voice, “It’s 30 years, I’m going home…”

“It’s almost time.” Jiang Song has also been scolded for the past few days and persuaded his son in a low voice, “Don’t cry for the new year, it’s not good luck.”

What more auspiciousness is needed here, Jiang Saburo cried, “I want to go home…”

“Cry again, I will send you back to your hometown with a knife!” The jailer couldn’t take it anymore, and slapped the iron railing with his scabbard.

Jiang Saburo didn’t dare to cry, sobbing loudly.

Today is New Year’s Eve, and it was Erye Jiang who came to deliver meals to Jiang’s father and son and Jiang Ling in the evening.

Er Ye Jiang, wearing a black cap and a azure robe, stood outside the prison with a food box, and called out with a smile, “Big brother, Saburo, Ling’er, come and see what delicious food I brought you?”

Jiang Ling turned his head to see his father, who was glowing in white. For the first time, he thought that his smile was so good-looking.

(end of this chapter)