Chapter 66 second quarter

Li Jiao felt sore in her heart, she lowered her head and began to cry silently. Cao Qian pulled Li Jiao, but Li Jiao didn't refuse, and fell into Li Cao Qian's arms. Cao Qian, a tall and thick man, comforted in a soft voice: "Sister Li Jiao, don't cry, don't cry, if you cry, I will cry too." In a secret room far away on the ground, Steward Liu sat with his head tilted in front of a loudspeaker, sneering non-stop, and he could hear every word Li Fengren and the others said in the cell. Butler Liu frowned, stood up, turned his head, and said, "It's hard work! It's really hard work!"

The chief of the police station complimented: "Butler Liu has worked hard, are you leaving?" Butler Liu said: "Let's go, of course I have to go, I'll come back at noon tomorrow." The police chief stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!" In the early morning, there was still a heavy fog in the Hongde Pavilion, and it had completely dispersed by the end of the wind release. Zhang Xian was brought into the kitchen, the guy was very satisfied with his performance last night and arranged for him to do some light work.Today's lunch is the same as usual, a bowl of thin soup, two steamed buns with thick noodles, and boiled potatoes with rotten vegetables and leaves that can't see the oily smell, that's all.

The big soup pot was dark, and some cabbage heads and grass stalks in it were tumbling, like boiling water for washing the pot. Even if it was so bad, no prisoner would not drink it clean. No place, a bowl of hot soup is precious. There was no one guarding the soup pot. The other prisoners and the cooks were busy with their own work. Those who kneaded the dough kneaded the dough, those who heated the fire heated the fire, and those who picked vegetables picked vegetables. Who cares how the soup will cook, as long as the water boils. Standing by the soup pot, Zhang Xian glanced out of the corner of his eye, but no one paid special attention to him.Zhang Xian flipped his hand, and the "coin" made of thin kraft paper appeared in his hand. Zhang Xian pulled the tip of his thumb in the middle, twisted his finger hard, and the coin broke in two.With a flick of Zhang Xian's hand, half of the "coin" with light blue powder inside fell into the soup, sank in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Xian turned a blind eye, walked away quickly, looked down, there was still half a "coin" in his left hand, and a light blue powder lump was exposed inside the coin.Zhang Xian slipped the half of the "coin" with his finger, and put it into his pocket silently. Zhang Xian walked a few more steps, bowed his head again, and a shiny thing suddenly appeared in his right hand, which was a snake gall-shaped silver bright and transparent gemstone, and there was a thin rope tied around it.Zhang Xian held his hand and squeezed it lightly, and the gem disappeared in Zhang Xian's palm.

This jewel was hidden in the coin, Zhang Xian pinched the coin and was taken out. At noon, Zhang Xian distributed meals to the prisoners in the cell, just like last night, and moved the food for the guards to the cafeteria. Zhang Xian set up the pot of broth for the guards, and the moment he lifted the lid with one hand, the other half of the "coin" with the kraft paper stripped sank into the soup.Zhang Xian stirred it with a spoon very naturally, and helped the guy to divide the soup into bowls. The guy shouted to the outside of the house: "It's time! The officers are eating!"

Because Zhang Xian showed off his skills last night, which raised the guards' interest, today the guards came very neatly, and no one wanted to miss Zhang Xian's noon tricks, so it didn't take long for the cafeteria to be full of guards. Ding Laoqi came to the cafeteria as if he owed a thousand knives beating, and the boss personally served him the soup.Zhang Xian saw it in his eyes and secretly smiled in his heart. Ding Laoqi drank a few mouthfuls of soup and praised: "Boss Wang, today's soup tastes good. What new skills did you learn?" The guy hurriedly said: "I added some new ingredients today, as long as curator Ding likes to drink, I will make it tomorrow."

Ding Laoqi said: "Okay!" He raised his bowl and drank a few more mouthfuls, and ate up all the minced meat and vegetable leaves in the soup. Ding Laoqi said: "Very good, very good! I don't have much appetite today, but this bowl of soup makes me feel very comfortable." The guards all felt that today's soup tasted good, and they all drank it clean. A guard shouted: "Director Ding, let Zhang Xian change? We'll wait and see." Ding Laoqi said: "Okay! Zhang Xian, why don't you give us another one today." Zhang Xian took a step forward and said: "Since the officers like it, today I will give everyone a unique look! But I have a sincere request, that is, can you loosen my shackles so that I can use it?"

Ding Laoqi glanced at Zhang Xian, and said, "Okay, come here, go and take off his shackles." Immediately, several guards stood up at the same time, took out the key from their waists, and wanted to unlock Zhang Xian. One of them was closest to Zhang Xian, and stepped forward to open it for Zhang Xian. Zhang Xian pinched his wrist and said, "Thank you, Director Ding." Ding Laoqi said: "What kind of tricks do you want to do today, what do you need, just tell me." Zhang Xian said, "I still need a pair of chopsticks." "Give it to him!" Ding Laoqi shouted.

Zhang Xian took the chopsticks, held them in his hands, and said, "Sirs, you must have seen people who can conjure various things from their hands. In fact, this is not unusual at all. Today I don't use my hands, but chopsticks to conjure things. .” "Hey! Awesome! What a reform! Change quickly!" the guards yelled. Zhang Xian said: "Sirs, please look carefully." Zhang Xian calmed down, looked at the chopsticks in his hand firmly, made a gesture of grasping, then swiped twice in the air at a very fast speed, and stopped with a snap, and saw that a cigarette had been caught on the chopsticks .

"Ah! Grandpa's! A cigarette! What a ghost! Good! Good!" the guards shouted. Ding Laoqi was smoking. Seeing Zhang Xian conjure up a cigarette, he almost frightened the cigarette butt off his mouth. He took a deep breath, hummed twice, and thought: "What's the matter, where did Zhang Xian get his cigarettes? Could it be that he stole them from me these two days? I said that my cigarettes seemed to have disappeared for no reason! His mother's Ba Zi, if you steal it, see if I don't punish you!" Zhang Xian took two steps towards a guard, took the cigarette off the chopsticks, handed it over, and said, "Sir, smoke it."

The guard waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no! If you conjure it up, keep it for yourself." Zhang Xian said: "I still have it here, and I don't smoke." As he said that, he quickly pinched the chopsticks next to the guard, and unexpectedly pinched out another cigarette. The guard let out a sound of surprise and joy, so he had no choice but to take the cigarette in Zhang Xian's hand. Zhang Xian took down the newly conjured cigarettes from the chopsticks, clasped his fists to the guards and said, "These cigarettes were conjured under the orders of curator Ding, and given to the officers to smoke, just for fun, please don't let me down, sirs." Curator Ding's kindness." There was a guard who was used to flattering Ding Laoqi, who didn't care whether what Zhang Xian said was true or not, and immediately flattered the mountain: "Thank you, Director Ding! Thank you, Director Ding! Director Ding is too generous!" Ding Laoqi held back his complaints all of a sudden, he is the most face-saving person, and he is used to pretending in front of the guards. When Zhang Xian said this, he could only accept Zhang Xian's words and admit it: "Fuck it! Today I Happy, enjoy the brothers smoking!"