Ren Baqian walked into the dark dungeon, where the jailer led the way with a lamp, and Xu Wei followed closely behind.
Ren Baqian walked a little sloppy, and just came back from looking at the fields outside the city. Every time he rode a horned ox, he felt a burning pain in the inner thigh.
These days, he has acquired some fields from other sources, and now the total is 200 mu. He exchanged fields with other people, and finally put together 200 mu of land.
After all, everyone should give the Empress some face.
Ren Baqian took a look at the 200-acre field that was planted today. Iron knives and rattan gourds were all in charge of the field, and more than 20 people were hired under him, all of whom were women, children and the elderly. But these people are not weak at all, even stronger than the young and strong men on the earth. Ren Baqian watched them walking like flying, carrying buckets the same size as two water tanks.
The two bags of seasoning seeds brought over during the time I was injured and apologized were only enough to sow 50 mu. Fortunately, the sesame seeds in the animal garden were ripe, and they were enough to sow 20 mu. The rest are planted with sweet potatoes and crops of this world.
After walking around the field, Ren Baqian came back to the city at noon and went to the prison first to see Mr. Zhucheng.
Ren Baqian was quite familiar with this big prison. He was thrown here when he first came here a few months ago. At that time, he was full of thoughts on how to keep his head. Who would have thought that the twists and turns in the future would end up like this.
There are stone cells on both sides of the prison, with an iron gate in the middle.
There are not many prisoners in the prison, there are not many noises, and there is no situation like knocking on the iron door and crying for grievances like in the TV.
Foreigners usually stay for a few days before chopping them down. There are not many people from the ancient tribe who are arrested, and most of them are fighting, and they are sent home after being whipped.
Such things as theft and robbery are basically invisible in Lancheng.
In Lancheng, if you throw a brick while walking and hit someone, it may be the strength of the earth wheel.
"Open the door, I'll go in and have a look." Ren Baqian said when he reached the cell door.
There was no lock on the outside of the cell, only an iron bar stuck outside.
The overall strength of the ancient clan is too strong, there are too many masters, and they are never afraid of someone robbing the prison or something, even if they can be robbed, they will not be able to escape.
It was dark in the cell except for a small window that let in light.
At this time, Zhu Chengjun's face looked much better. After he stopped drinking and those small shrimps, his leg injury almost healed in a few days.
Ren Baqian stood at the door and looked at him, and he also looked up at Ren Baqian.
The jailer stood in front of Ren Baqian to prevent the other party from getting violent suddenly. He has also heard about the strength of this Renfu Cheng.
"Well, I saved your life, right? Should I repay you?" Ren Baqian said with a smile.
Zhu Chengjun knew that he might not die that day. Although he was imprisoned, he has been waiting, waiting to settle accounts with Lian's family. Even the family themselves would agree.
But he didn't expect such a sentence to come, which made him a little dazed.
"I'm willing to deal with the Lian family. But you won't trust me so easily." Zhu Chengjun said.
"It's simple. Just a poison. It's like jelly beans. It doesn't affect anything when you eat it. It tastes good. After eating it, you will die if you don't have the antidote for a while, and you will live after taking the antidote. Simple? I think Lianjia has treated you like that, you shouldn't seek death for Lianjia." Ren Baqian said, his voice was similar to those of the villains in his memory.
In fact, it does almost the same thing as the villain.
After listening to Ren Baqian's words, Zhu Chengjun laughed: "It's really simple, bring the medicine."
"Don't worry, the medicine is still being made. Generally, poisons don't taste good. I have spent a lot of effort in order to coat the outside with sugar without destroying the properties of the medicine. You stay for a few days, and it will be ready in a few days." I'll let you out again." Ren Baqian waved his hands and said, as if he was thinking about him.
Jun Zhucheng laughed out loud when he heard the words, who cares if the poison tastes good at this point
But the other party wasted effort on this kind of place.
"I just came here today to see how you are. I'm relieved to see that you're okay." Ren Baqian nodded, turned and left. "Give him something good, don't starve and lose weight."
In fact, he is not needed to do the poisoning work, and it is all the business of the doctor's bureau.
What he needs to do is to pack the sarin gas separately. It is too extravagant to throw the whole bottle out as before, so the few bottles left must be saved.
What's more, throwing out a whole bottle, not to mention even the family, does not know how many people will die in the whole city.
When the big summer comes, you must fry the pan.
Ren Baqian thinks that as a human being, we should stay on the front line in everything so that we can meet each other in the future, so there is no need to be so desperate.
The most important thing is that Da Xia still has so many masters, especially top masters.
Although many of them are not seen on weekdays, poisoning a city to death is too extreme, and it is impossible to say how many will jump out to eliminate demons and defend the way, such as Li Yuanzhu who is like a fairy. Anyway, no matter who it is, they will be in great trouble.
The guards around him may not be able to guard against such a master.
Ren Baqian returned to the palace, sat beside the empress after lunch and watched "Legend of Sword and Fairy III" with her for a while, the empress asked several times why there was no "Legend of Sword and Fairy II", Ren Baqian With a blank face, the empress asked herself, who should she ask
When it was time to practice martial arts, Ren Baqian was standing in the field, facing Tong Lan, the bun-faced little Luoli with two meatballs on his head, just like the empress likes red clothes, she likes white, and she wears white clothes every day , the difference is that the flowers embroidered on it are different.
"You're fat again! You're ten years old, and it's time to get married in a few years. You're so fat, who would dare to marry you?" Ren Baqian was talking trash, looking for flaws in the other party.
"You're such an adult, you can't even beat me, why don't you be ashamed?" Tong Lan was not polite at all.
Her grandfather Tong Zhenye said, don't give him face, beat him up hard.
"Opportunity" Ren Baqian rolled his eyes when he saw Tonglan speaking, and immediately rushed over like a tiger.
After this month of hard training, his strength has improved a lot, and he is already able to take... one move under Xiao Luoli.
"boom!"
Ren Baqian lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.
These days, the progress in other aspects is not obvious, and the ability to resist blows has improved greatly.
And there will be no hesitation or shrink back when dealing with people.
The whole person has more vigor and indomitable momentum.
In the eyes of others, it is still so good.
But Ren Baqian knew that he had improved a lot.
Has been upgraded from a first-level rookie to a second-level rookie.
When the rookie surpassed the ninth level and reached the supreme rookie, Ren Baqian felt that he could beat this 10-year-old little Luoli.
Thinking about it carefully, I don't know why I feel like crying.
Alas... life!
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After returning to the earth, I ran from Blago to Vienna, which is a famous music capital, filled with various concert halls.
Ren Baqian and the empress also went to a classical music concert.
Afterwards, the two people's impression of this concert was that they slept soundly.
When he came back, Ren Baqian had already decided that the destination of going back next time was the fashion capital, Milan.
"They're definitely going to Milan!" More than one person in a certain department thought this.
"Arrange a few people who are good at dealing with people. The men should not be too handsome, and the women should not be too beautiful." A psychologist suggested, and then felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, I don't meet the standards."
"I'll go in person!" A middle-aged man said, he really wanted to meet those two people.