Chapter 992

At the thought of this, Fu ziyao trembled all over. He wanted to control his mood, but he couldn't. his eyes suddenly looked at Fu Zihan.

The younger brother of the family, since he was a child, has a strong personality and loves to do things that are deviant.

Fu ziyao tried not to blame him, tried not to hate him.

But he couldn't.

The death of the third brother is like the last straw to crush the camel.

Yesterday's Mr. Zhang is a case in point, but today's third brother is so close to him. Only hatred and anger can simplify his fear.

"Don't you say anything?" Fu ziyao pushed his little brother, with a very bad attitude.

What did Fu Zilan see? He wanted to stop him and took his hand back.

Fu Zihan did not make a sound. He lowered his head and picked up his shovel. He let out his anger and worked in the dung.

Fu ziyao pushed him again, and his voice was loud: "the third brother died because of you, and you even lost your tears. Fu Zihan, you are cruel and wonderful!"

Fu Zihan is pushed to stagger by him. After he stabilizes, he still doesn't speak. He shovels dung on his head.

Fu ziyao scolded: "I knew you were rebellious before, but now I find that you are more than rebellious, you are desperate! You have no heart at all. Fu Zihan, say something! I want you to talk! "

Fu Zihan didn't say that he was like a walking corpse. Whatever Fu ziyao pushed, he was holding his shovel. For a while, he shoveled the dung mechanically. It seemed that if he focused on one thing, he would forget other things and some people's death.

Fu ziyao has collapsed. He can't care about anything else. He's on top of Fu Zihan.

Fu Zilan didn't stop at first, but later, he had to stop because they were about to fight.

At the end of the farce, Fu Zihan had been beaten with blood on his face by Fu ziyao. At this moment, the jailer of the distant guard came here unhurriedly, pulled Fu Zihan to bandage, scolded other people and continued his work.

The farmland has been restored to peace. Everyone continues to work in an orderly way. No one dares to make trouble again, because they know that the result of the trouble is not good for their current situation.

On the other side, Liu Sui whispered to Yang Min, "yesterday and today, two people died. Do you really want us all dead? Is that Liu satisfied?"

Yang Min opened a piece of soil and looked at him. "You really believe that ziyong is dead?"

Liu Sui frowned and asked, "isn't it?"

Yang Min smiled.

Liu Sui said, "what do you want to say? Didn't the three brothers of Fu family go to see it? They didn't see people die. They can be so crazy? "

Yang Min shook his head: "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that things are not so simple."

Liu Sui snorted, "you are not a woman. What's the use of your intuition?"

Yang Min: "..."

In the evening, everyone finally finished their work. The jailer set off a meal. Compared with the coarse grain steamed bread and hot porridge at noon, there was an extra plate of vegetables at night.

No one dislikes it. Everyone gobbles it up. There is not even a mouthful of vegetable residue left.

When we go to bed at night, compared with the noise of last night, we all have a lot of peace tonight, because they know that only when we have a good sleep can we finish the work and eat food early in the morning.

One night without words, only on the other side of the prison, Fu ziyong woke up.

He looked at the surrounding environment with a pale face. His eyes turned around for a few times. For a moment, he turned to the opposite wooden bed, where a thin man in blue was sitting.

"You..."

"Pay three less, you wake up." When the emaciated man heard the noise, he looked up and called out. Then he dragged his injured leg and limped over and asked, "have you slept all day? Are you better now? Would you like some water? "

Fu ziyong looked at him stupidly, looked at him for a long time, and then asked, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang nodded, turned around again, poured a cup of warm water on the table, took it and handed it to Fu ziyong's mouth: "it's more comfortable to drink some water."

Fu ziyong took a drink with his hand. When he swallowed, his throat hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just stared at Mr. Zhang and asked blankly, "am I dead?"

Young master Zhang was shocked. "Aren't you alive? How could you die?"

"Then you What are you doing? "

"Me?" Childe Zhang looked down at himself as if he didn't know why. He said stupidly, "I'm injured. I've got a broken stomach. The elder Liu said that my injury is too serious. I need to rest. I don't need to live with other people, so I'm allowed to live here alone." He said, he also opened his clothes, exposed the wrapped belly, and said, "my belly is sewn with needles and thread. I don't know what medicine I've applied. I couldn't move for the first day. I can't even move today. I can go to the ground today. The elder Liu said," fortunately, I didn't hurt my internal organs, so I can sew my skin and meat fast. "

After Zhang finished, seeing whether Fu sanshao was stupid or not, he asked, "are you hungry?"

As soon as he finished, Fu ziyong felt a rumble in his stomach.His face was a little ugly. He stared at Mr. Zhang and asked difficultly, "yes, is there anything to eat?"

Mr. Zhang slowly walked to the table and took out two buns from a yellow package.

"It was Lord Liu who left, saying that I might be hungry in the middle of the night." Then he handed both to Fu ziyong.

As soon as Fu ziyong got it, he began to gobble it up. It was cold and cold. It was dry and hard in his mouth, but he could not stop eating with white water.

I'm really hungry. I've been rich for half my life. I've never tasted hunger. This time, I finally realized it.

A few mouthfuls of Wotou were eaten up. Fu ziyong was forgiven. As he wiped his mouth, he looked at Mr. Zhang again. He asked in a hoarse voice, "what's going on?"

Childe Zhang doesn't know what he wants to ask. In his opinion, he was seriously injured and was taken care of. He was put in a clean cell to recover his injuries. But from the mouth of the third young man, he heard that he was dead. He was shocked: "I Dead? How, how can it be, I, am I not good? "

"That's what I want to ask." Fu ziyong's brain is not smart. He hasn't connected things up to now. The only thing he knows is that the master Liu lied to them. The master Zhang didn't die, but why the master Liu lied and told stories about the death of the master Zhang is beyond his comprehension.

Of course, at the moment, he did not know that not only prince Zhang is dead, but also he is "dead".

The successive "death" of Childe Zhang and Fu ziyong added a strange atmosphere to the prison.

In the next two days, the people in the prison are very secure. They don't want anything now. The priority of waking up every day is to work hard and strive for a hot meal at lunch time.

Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die, and they are looking forward to their families' help, so before that, they have to make sure they are alive.

Liu Wei also came to supervise the work the next day, but he didn't come the third day.

Simaxi came to the post house and reported the situation of the prison to the master Liu. After reporting, he didn't leave, but turned to the next room.

Rong Ling is waiting for him.

When he handed in the secret letter he had brought, simaxi forbear again and again, or did not, and asked, "Lord, what do you want to do with them?"

Rong Leng glanced at him and said, "you should ask her about this."

Sima Sidun said, "Lord Liu's mind, I can't guess. He said that mental torture is more serious abuse than physical torture. When he can see the appearance of their mental breakdown, let it go. But what is mental torture?"

Simaxi is also full of economy, but the words of Lord Liu are really unpredictable.

"In short." Allow Leng to solve his puzzles, words with a smile: "she plays enough to put."

Simaxi: "..."