Qi Yan held up the rice bucket, stood at the end of the cells on both sides, coughed lightly, took a deep breath like a landlady, and shouted with all his strength.

"It's time to eat."

Yes, this was what Qi Yan had to do every day, getting food.

The food in the cell was not very good, but it was food for people after all. Most of it was cabbage and potatoes grown by the government, without any smell of meat. Fortunately, the chef of the government had good cooking skills and was honest. He did not flatter others and looked down on others. He treated everyone equally. The food he cooked tasted good, but it was also good without any lack of seasoning.

"Qi Yan, what are you eating today?" The uncle in cell number one walked to the door with a grin: "Today is an anniversary!"

Qi Yan poured him a bowl of rice and a spoonful of vegetables, pushed them to him through the small door, and asked casually without any interest: "What anniversary?"

"Today is the seventh day for newcomers to enter the cell!" The uncle touched his beard: "It's called the 'first seven days' in the Yang world."

The word 'first seven days' itself is a day set by relatives and friends who are still alive to commemorate people after their death. Now that it was said by the bearded man, it seemed very disrespectful.

Qi Yan rolled his eyes at him and said: "If you can't speak, don't say it. Read more books after you get out of prison."

The bearded man smiled, took the bowl of vegetables and looked inside. There were actually one or two pieces of pork belly!

"Hey? There's meat today!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of surprises around.

"Ah, there's meat? Today is neither a festival nor a holiday, why are you suddenly giving us meat?"

"No matter what, it's meat when it's in your mouth, hahaha!"

Qi Yan walked from beginning to end with a wooden face, and when he came to the door of Yu Xi's cell, he happened to meet his smiling eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yan looked at himself, was there something wrong with him? After checking himself, Qi Yan was sure that there was nothing funny about him, and his eyebrows slightly frowned, revealing a suspicious expression: "Are you so happy to have meat?"

Yu Xi's gentle smile became intense, and finally he laughed out loud, making Qi Yan very embarrassed standing at the door.

"What are you laughing at!" He took out two wooden bowls with some annoyance, quickly filled them with rice and vegetables, and put them in through the small door: "I gave you two more pieces of meat, eat them, don't laugh... Really, you look like a rich young man, but you don't have meat to eat."

Hiding his smile, Yu Xi stood in the simple cell in a moon-white dress, which was a waste of food. He coughed lightly, covered his mouth and walked towards the door of the cell. Seeing Qi Yan's particularly confused look, he smiled slightly.

"Has Qi Yan ever thought about not being a jailer and going out to do some small business?" Yu Xi suddenly changed the subject: "A talent like Qi Yan who is both popular and influential cannot be buried in a small government office as a jailer guarding prisoners."

Yu Xi's words and speech are not ordinary. Even if he is now locked up in a simple and dirty cell, it does not affect his dignity and temperament.

In other words, as the legend says, nobility is innate, right?

Qi Yan did not believe that, because he became a jailer because his elderly mother, a fellow villager, borrowed money from him and used the back door to get in.

But his mother died three years ago.

Qi Yan is very easy to satisfy. Whether it is his current life or his vision for the future, he is very satisfied. As long as the status quo is maintained, nothing will be a problem.

But when it comes to Yu Xi, Qi Yan can't help but sweat. Yu Xi is... a traitor.

That's right, a 'spy' of the enemy. Since the founding of the country, the whole family has been tasked with opening a wine shop in Daliang. At first, they just wanted to be merchants in public to secretly gather information. Such an identity is flawless. However, their family members are all capable of being bosses, and the wine shop is getting bigger and bigger. By the time of Yu Xi's generation, all parts of Daliang are chain wine shops and some other expanded industries of their family.

This time he was arrested because the prime minister's secret guards followed the clues and traced the source of some accidents to his wine shop. Although Yu Xi is really the mastermind behind the scenes, there is no evidence now, so he can only be arrested as a suspect and sent to the government office instead of being taken directly to the prison in the palace.

Yu Xi's calm look is really eye-catching.

After slowly covering the rice bucket and the vegetable bucket, Qi Yan picked them up and said to Yu Xi: "I'm quite satisfied, and I don't want to do anything big."

"Oh?" Yu Xi's eyes flashed with a gleam: "Don't want to do anything big? It's very much like me in the past, but you can see now, even if I have to rush to put it on the shelf, it shows that I have the ability in this area."

Yu Xi's words are not to show off himself. After all, his achievements have been seen by others, otherwise he would not have become the golden turtle son-in-law in the hearts of Chang'an girls!

Qi Yan looked at Yu Xi, his calm eyes gleaming with a clear water-like light.

"But you are here now." Qi Yan said truthfully: "Maybe you were framed by your enemies, but don't worry, the innocent will be innocent."

After that, Qi Yan carried two buckets and left the long corridor.

Yu Xi looked at his extremely thin back, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by indifference.

The innocent will be innocent? Haha, the fear is that there has never been an 'innocent'.

Five days have passed in a flash. In just a few days, the cell with eight people has become seven people, and one of the people who was tortured has finally passed away.

The man arrived only one day earlier than Yu Xi. He was injured, and the government certainly would not find a doctor for him. Qi Yan used his own money to buy some ointments to treat his injuries, but in the end, he was no match for King Yan's death.

The prison cell fell into an unprecedented depression. Everyone leaned against their own little world, not speaking, staring blankly in one direction, or casually fiddling with things around them.

Qi Yan only spoke to that man. He mentioned that man's treatment, and that man replied with a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

A life, just like that, was gone.

The bearded man and his friends once chatted casually, saying that the man was very upright, and they didn't know what senior official he had offended, and that person directly took money and said that he would die in the cell.

Sure enough, the man was gone.

This is Daliang. In today's world, high-ranking officials with a lot of money are the most authoritative people.

Qi Yan was silent for a whole day. Everyone knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't joke around anymore.

On the third day after the man died, a woman came to claim the body. Qi Yan took a look quietly. The woman was quite pretty, but she was dressed in rustic clothes. She looked like the wife of a poor family. When she saw the body of the man, the woman almost fainted, but she didn't shed a single tear.

Qi Yan looked at the woman dragging the stretcher alone for a long time in silence. He went to a stall not far away and hired two familiar villagers to help the woman carry the body back.

Ah, this month's salary is gone again.