Fox Road Travel Notes

Soon everyone was scratching their scalps and pulling their hair.

The sound of "rustling" spread throughout every corner of the prison.

The more you scratch, the more comfortable it becomes, and the more you scratch it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

It's like there is some kind of little bug in the darkness, constantly eating everyone's heart.

It gradually grew into a thought: "This hair, it's so itchy, so damn annoying, how about shaving it off!"

Qi Dalang watched them grinning and scratching, feeling both pain and pleasure, and laughed.

He teased in suggestive language: "Scratch it, scratch it..."

"But does scratching work?"

"The more you scratch it, the more itchy it becomes. It's itchy to the bone. It would be easier to just shave it off."

The low, hoarse voice and simple words carried some sensational power.

He laughed exaggeratedly and slapped his bare forehead hard.

"Look at it, do you see it?"

"It's so refreshing to be like me, haha——"

The prisoner who was in rags just now and wanted to steal Min Jingzong's robe, who looked like a little beggar, squeezed his eyes hard, scratched his scalp, and looked at Qi Dalang through the cracks in his hair.

"Oh, you, you said it lightly."

"I also want to shave my head, but who cares about us in this prison!"

"You still expect Liu Er, that bastard, to call a shaver to come in for you?"

Qi Dalang shook his head and said with a smile: "You guys, your brains just don't work. Watch carefully -"

All the prisoners lifted their disheveled hair and looked at Qi Dalang.

Qi Dalang lowered his head and picked up a piece of porcelain from his feet and waved to the little beggar.

"come over!"

The little beggar looked around and then at Qi Dalang.

There was half fear and half curiosity in his eyes, but he didn't move his feet.

Qi Dalang stared: "I asked you to come over, did you hear me?"

The little beggar trembled, showed a flattering smile, agreed repeatedly, and moved his feet hesitantly.

"Squat down!"

Before the little beggar could react, Qi Dalang grabbed a strand of his hair. A white light flashed, and a section of hair stuck together became as exhausted as a dead snake.

"Oh——"

There was a cry of surprise in the prison.

The little beggar touched the remaining stubble of his hair, his eyes full of surprise and admiration.

He quickly said: "Uncle Qi - Uncle Qi, you, please shave everything for me..."

Qi Dalang held the porcelain piece in his hand, sneered "hehe" twice, and pushed his smelly head away.

"You kid, do you want Uncle Qi to shave you?"

"Uncle Qi has shaved his head, and his head is not even on his neck..."

The little beggar took a breath of cold air.

Thinking of his legend of killing people without showing blood and eating people without spitting out bones, I hurriedly ran away from him and went to look for porcelain pieces in the pile of porcelain.

When the other prisoners saw it, they all wanted to find a piece of porcelain and shave it themselves.

But after trying it a few times, my hair was pulled painfully, and I kept saying "Ouch", but not a few hairs were cut off.

Qi Dalang laughed loudly: "A bunch of idiots!"

"Save your time, those porcelain pieces are not easy to use!"

He raised the piece of snow-white porcelain in his hand: "Did you see it? This piece is a famous porcelain fired in Ding kiln. The clay used is different."

"Do you know quartz sand?"

"The porcelain fired from it is white and transparent in color, and is so hard that it can leave marks on a steel knife."

"And after it broke into pieces, the slices were so sharp that even a knife can't be used with it..."

"Oh--"

The prisoners looked enlightened and nodded in agreement.

Everyone outside said that Qi Dalang was such a great person and so beautiful, and today I saw it.

Look at this person's brain, tsk tsk...

Qi Dalang threw the porcelain piece to the stunned little beggar: "Go, we are all brothers in trouble, find someone to help each other, so that we can shave cleanly."

"Can you do it yourself? Be careful about scratching your face..."

The little beggar held the porcelain piece, as if he had found a treasure, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Qi Dalang ignored him, picked up another piece, and threw it to Min Jingzong.

"Tell them to shave too. It will be clean and refreshing. This guy has a bit of a personality!"

Min Jingzong was surprised and happy. He held the piece of porcelain and looked at Qi Dalang lovingly, like a young girl in love, holding the token given by her lover.

Throw me a papaya and repay you with a qiongju. The bandit repays you, and you will always think it is good...

In his mind, these lines of poetry suddenly emerged.

But Qi Dalang didn't look at him.

He picked up the remaining pieces of porcelain and distributed them to each cell one by one.

Soon, the prison became lively, and the dozens of prisoners had never been so united as now.

Everyone consciously formed a mutual aid group. You helped me and I helped you, just like a group of gorillas catching lice from each other.

Laughing and laughing, so uncomfortable.

Wei Laizi shaved his head, stroked his pockmarked face with his palms, and sighed: "It's true that he looks clean and tidy, so he looks like a human being!"

"This face of mine finally sees the light of day again."

"Look at it, does it look like a Buddha?..."

Mr. Zhou touched the stubble on his head and felt much refreshed.

Hearing this, he sarcastically said: "To return the favor to the Buddha, your face, Old Wei, is still hidden by your hair, and you look more like a human being..."

Everyone laughed.

In the small air hole, the light gradually dimmed, and it must have been dark outside.

The prisoners were lying on the floor, grinding their teeth, farting and snoring.

Someone offered Qi Dalang the best seat on the haystack, but he waved his hand and refused, still sitting cross-legged in the corner away from everyone.

He half-closed his eyes, thinking about his own things, but there was always a faint smile on his face.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

He is not waiting for the east wind, he is waiting for someone.

After about three o'clock, the cell door opened softly.

A government official walked in slowly without waking anyone.

When he walked to the cell where Qi Dalang was, he looked at Qi Dalang who was concentrating with his eyes closed, and threw a cloth bag on his knees.

Qi Dalang opened his eyes and nodded towards him.

When he opened it, he found a few pieces of silver and a note inside.

On it is the handwriting of his father Qi Fuzi: "Don't worry, we have already taken care of it. Your matter has been reported to Ye Futai, and there will be news soon."

Qi Dalang smiled slightly and took out the bamboo chopsticks he had used at noon.

He waved to the yamen servant to come over, gave him the chopsticks, and pointed to the torch stuck on the wall.

The yamen servant understood, walked over, put one end of the bamboo chopsticks into the flame and burned it for a while, then took it back and handed it to Qi Dalang.

Qi Dalang sat up straight, flattened the note on his knees, quickly wrote a few lines with burnt bamboo chopsticks, folded it and handed it to the yamen servant.

After thinking for a while, he picked the largest piece of silver from the pieces and gave it to him, waving his hand to signal him to go out.

"Crash", the cell door was locked again, as if nothing had happened.

But many things will change from this moment on.

Qi Dalang believes that tomorrow will be a very exciting day.

He will give a surprise to Chen Zifu, to Chen Zican, to those who think they have a chance to win, and to those who think that Qi Dalang is already a turtle in the pot and will never be able to stand up again.

What a big surprise...

Qi Dalang moved his body, with a smile on his face, and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Before falling asleep, he pursed his lips. Thinking of the expressions on those people's faces, he was really afraid that he would wake up laughing in his dream.