The man in the cell opposite was lying on the bed with his back facing Yang Ze. Yang Ze couldn't see his appearance clearly, while the man in the cell next to him was a military general with a big beard with a black and white beard, and was messy and very dirty. He probably had to be fifty years old no matter how old he was.

What is strange is that this general looks like a man was actually in the cell wearing a full set of armor, sitting on the bed with his legs stretched out, with an iron helmet aside, staring at Yang Ze with his two cow eyes.

Yang Ze did not show any weakness, but glared back and said, "Why do you see me like this? I don't recognize you!"

"If you don't look at me, how can I see you?" the general asked back, and as he spoke, he stood up with difficulty, came to the fence, sat down with difficulty, and asked through the fence, "What are you doing? Why are you locked up here?"

Yang Ze also sat down by the fence and said, "It's just a misunderstanding, I'll probably be able to let me out in a while."

"What misunderstandings, let me tell you!" The general's voice was bright. Although he was not talking loudly, the sound was still very loud. He could hear it in the cell. The man lying in the cell opposite moved, but he still did not turn around.

Yang Ze said: "When I was waiting in line outside the Marquis' Mansion to see the Marquis, I couldn't help but be hungry. After eating something, I was caught in!"

The general said with no shock, and did not think that being arrested for such a thing was such a weird thing. Instead, he nodded and said, "If you are in a marching and fighting war, you are so serious. You have violated the military rules and have to behead your head. But if you are just outside the Marquis' Mansion, you can only kill a hundred killing sticks at most. As long as you can stand up, you will probably not be killed."

Yang Ze was shocked and shouted: "One hundred killing sticks? It's not surprising if you beat them to death, but it's strange if you can't beat them to death!"

The general shouted and said, "What's this? I guess after the Marquis ordered the general today, he would bring me out. According to military law, I guess I would have to beat me three hundred military sticks. After I was finished, if I could still live, wouldn't you know if you could still die after you were hit by a hundred strokes!"

Yang Zeqi said: "Three Hundred Army Sticks, what have you done? Tell me!"

The general shook his head and didn't want to say it, but after shaking his head, he nodded again and said, "I'm going to say that I'm going to be a military stick, it's not unfair, but what happened is so unfair. It's better to say it out, so as not to feel panicked."

Yang Ze nodded and said, "If you have something to say, you will feel better if you feel better, so you don't have to be depressed all day long!"

The general exclaimed and said strangely: "How do you know that I'm particularly depressed these days?"

"If you are not depressed, can you chat with me when you see me come in?" Yang Ze smiled, pointed to the person lying opposite him, and said, "Looking at the way they look, I'm afraid you don't want to hear you talk about your own affairs!"

The general opened his mouth wide and looked at Yang Ze. After a while, he said, "You can guess everything. I think you will never be a scout in your life. Even if you are a scout, you will have to be chopped off one day!"

Yang Ze was stunned. Scout? He never thought of being a scout. Besides, even if he was a scout, why would he be cut off his head?

The general was stunned when he saw him, feeling very comfortable, with a smile on his face, as if he had been depressed for a long time, so he was very happy to see others. He said, "It is not easy to be a scout. You must be a real person. You cannot imagine it out of thin air. Even if you can guess it right once or twice, what can you do? You can't guess it right every time. As long as you guess wrong once, what's waiting for you is to cut off your head, just like me..."

Speaking of this, the general's face turned dim and he didn't say anything further.

"So you are a scout!" Yang Ze clapped his hands and said, "I understand. You must have gone outside to find out the news, but you didn't find out. After coming back, you talked nonsense and guessed it all wrongly. You ended up locked up here. No wonder you were wearing armor!"

The general was very embarrassed and laughed dryly, saying, "You can guess this, you can guess things much more accurately than me!"

Yang Ze smiled and said, "But you are really a weird flower. If you are locked up in prison and wearing armor, you won't take it off. Let yourself be relaxed and relaxed. If you are locked up in prison and wearing iron armor, you will easily get sick. Be careful to sit down the root of the disease and suffer for the rest of your life. Then you will be really suffering and have nowhere to scream!"

"I am old, and I guess the incident I committed this time will not be good. If I go down with a military stick, I will be disabled even if I don't die. I will wear this armor even if I want to wear it in the future!" The general sighed, gently touched the iron armor on his body, and a look of reluctance appeared on his face.

At this time, the man lying in the cell opposite, slowly sat up, turned around, and said, "You two, a conversational couple, talked for a long time, but didn't say how the deserter was locked up. I was worried for you! If I were to go to the hall, just your two of you were verbose, you would have to hit each of you twenty sticks first!"

This man was dressed as a literati. Although he was not wearing official uniforms, he looked like an official and was in charge of the official position. Otherwise, he would not have said such things as being promoted to the court. He was about 40 years old and had a long and beautiful beard. Even if he was in jail, his beard was still neat, not as messy as a general, and his appearance was quiet, but his tone was quite choking, and he would beat someone up as soon as he opened his mouth.

The general was overjoyed and said, "You are finally willing to speak. I always thought you were mute!"

Yang Ze asked, "I don't know where this adult is an official, but what should this Linzhou official be called? The student is a doctor from Guazhou and named Yang Ze."

He saw that this man was not wearing official uniforms, but he saw that he was an official, so he couldn't help asking. Even if he made friends, everyone was considered a prisoner.

The man shook his head and said, "I am not an official, my name is Wu Youren. Your name is Yang Ze? This name is a bit familiar, it seems that someone has heard of it!" Then he shook his head. There were more people in the world who valued names and surnames, and it might not be the one in front of him.

The general spat and said, "One other person named Wu Youren, why are there so many people named Wu Youren these days!" He stayed with Wu Youren in prison for a few days, but the two of them never spoke. In fact, he was talking to Wu Youren, and Wu Youren ignored him.

Yang Ze turned around and asked the general, saying, "You can't call him Wu Youren too, right?"

The general spat again and said loudly: "I can change my name or not, and I can't change my surname. My name is Bi Liushi. Just me Lao Bi!"

Yang Zeqi said: "How to call it Sixty? You are not ranked sixty among your brothers, right? Are you a brother of the same clan?" If it weren't for the number placed by the Bi family, but the brothers in his own family lined up, then Brother Bi's father would be too powerful.

Bi Liushi shook his head and said, "It was my father who had me when he was on the 60th. I was very happy, so I took the name Sixty as a commemoration." After a pause, he said, "My father has never studied in school. I guess he can't take it out even if he asked him to take it. My brothers have already used it like Gou Sheng and Gou Dan!"

Yang Ze refused to smile and said, "It is already admirable that your father was born with a son at the age of 60. By the way, why were you locked up?"

Bi Liushi sighed and was silent for a while before saying, "I was sent out by the Marquis to investigate the situation there. My horse was injured and could not ride anymore, so I had to abandon my horse and walk, but I had an old disease on my feet. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come back within the prescribed time. Alas..." After that, he sighed.

Yang Ze said: "After you came back, you made up another military information, but you were discovered and locked up here, right?"

Bi Liushi shook his head and said, "There is no military information. I suddenly realized that people did not cross the boundary. There was a small tribe on the border to grazing. I guessed that the number was wrong. The tribe of two thousand people was called three thousand. They stayed on the border for six days, and I said it to be ten days. As a scout, this is not a tribe!"

Yang Ze said, "But it's not a big deal. Maybe it's because your marquis is rigorous in the military management, so he arrested you! By the way, you said you have an old disease on your feet, what kind of old disease is that? I am a little familiar with medical skills, so I can show you!"

Bi Liushi yelled, suddenly laughed, and said, "Do you understand medical skills? How old are you? I feel that you know medical skills. Many doctors with white beards dare not say that you understand medical skills. You dare to say that, it would be too bragging!"

The man in the cell opposite sighed and said, "The world is getting worse and worse, and the current young people are getting more and more impetuous and shameless. They are really worse than the next generation!" After saying that, he lay back on the bed and carried his back.
Chapter completed!