Tengdao Prison, visiting prisons is not easy.

Longma handed out a very heavy judge in pain, and Yiyao let him in.

It’s entirely because of money. The prison does not recognize the reputation of a swordsman. I don’t know how many swordsman masters have been executed over the years.

Longma was worried along the way that there were a bunch of big men outside talking for Qin Ming, but the prison was inconsistent with prisoners who left their death behind.

He had a friend who went to prison when he was young and was robbed of food by prisoners in the same prison. He was hungry and was even beaten by desperate people like wooden stakes practicing kendo.

Such a painful experience made that friend who was usually careless and determined to study kendo hard.

Walking into the dark prison, smelling the stench and listening to the prisoner's screams when he was tortured, Longma's face turned pale and recalled some bad things.

The more I walked, the darker it became, and after I had turned many turns, it suddenly became brighter again.

Deep in prisons are usually death row prisoners, and the treatment is the worst. How could it be that the lamp oil could be wasted in that place?

Longma was surprised and couldn't help but speed up his pace. He heard an extremely familiar voice:

"Lunch is here, it's time to set up the plate."

"You have this pot of wine. Take it to disinfect the dishes and chopsticks. Drink the rest yourself. That's all, don't bargain."

"You, Tanaka can only bring Sanmi to the evening and sing a song first."

The familiar voice was naturally Qin Ming, as smooth as ever, and calm as ever.

???

Longma secretly leaned his head and saw that Qin Ming in the cell was still the hunting clothes of Onmyoji, spotless, white clothes fluttering, and still had the same fairy style.

Not only that, the surrounding environment is also bright, with seven or eight candles, four or five oil lamps, lit like money, and prisoners taking turns to clean.

Almost no smell can be smelled.

The furnishings in the cell are even more amazing.

There is a wooden bed with quilts and pillows on the wooden bed, and a layer of soft cushioning is also covered.

There is also a wooden table beside the bed, with books, pens, ink and paper, and snacks on it.

There are two chairs next to the table, one is slightly ordinary and the other seems to be a shaking chair.

Qin Ming was leaning on the rocking chair, swaying the chair, lazily giving orders.

Longma was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Is this still a prison?

Isn't this guy a death row prisoner?

Why is this happening?

The shogunate has indeed reached its core!

"Mr. Abe, the meal of the Eight Hundred Secrets is here~!"

A Yifu licked his face and delivered food, and was even reluctant to leave, wanting to stay in the cell for a while.

Through the distance, the dragon horse could smell the fragrance. After a while, his stomach slurped and silently stuffed the Yuji dumpling he had bought into his pocket.

Too embarrassing...

This guy's life in prison is actually more comfortable than what he lives at home!

"Is this... Longma?" Qin Ming noticed Longma who was peeping into the cell and was a little afraid to recognize it.

Because Longma's face was a little fatter than before and was a little swollen.

Qin Ming couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen you for a long time, it's quite moist! I've gained weight!"

Longma was so angry that he gained weight? He was bitten by mosquitoes!

He also treated the mosquito net, and did not go to Simufang, and no longer lingered in Yoshihara.

I put together everything and then I got some money for the money I used to fight.

Every day, I slept on the ground without bedding, endured mosquito bites, and had no money to go to the bathhouse, but I still brought Yu Erzhong Tuanzi to express my condolences.

But what are you, Qin Ming Abe?

Life in the cell is happier than a god?

Qin Ming was moved to realize what Longma did.

There are so many people outside who work hard to save him, but only Longma wants to go to prison to see him pretend!

"I've come here, how many days should I stay in?"

I have carried the gun together, passed the window together, and employed prostitutes together, and this is my close friend.

The iron window is also a window, just right.

“…”

Longma originally subconsciously refused, but after thinking about it, life in prison is better than outside.

Or... let's live?

"How much did you manage Yimao?"

"Not many, they were so scared that they invited me in when they heard Mr. Sakamoto's daimyo."

Longma smiled freely and said, even so, he did not intend to get back the money he had made.

If the old ones don’t go, the new ones don’t come, give them all to others and take them back, it’s so terrible.

He looked around and couldn't help asking, "What kind of evil tricks have you used? Not only Yimao, the prison guards, but even these prisoners are obedient and serving you like this?"

Qin Ming casually said: "What kind of service is called labor reform, labor is the most glorious!"

Qin Ming was embarrassed to be so well treated by Tanaka and others, so he proposed to let the prisoners undergo labor reform.

While serving his sentence, doing some work can also be regarded as generating income for the prison.

"What's the matter?" Longma couldn't figure it out: "By the way, I'll give you this. People die in prison every day, with heavy yin energy and many monsters."

He took out a handful of salt and a handful of cherry blossoms to exorcise ghosts.

Qin Ming smiled and shook his head: "Why bother so much about something that doesn't exist."

There are much fewer ghosts in the prison than when he first came.

Not only because of Nagakura Shinba, labor reform has also played a certain role.

The prisoners work can bring benefits, so the prisoners dare not bully, whip, and act quickly. How can they be comfortable to make money?

There are far fewer prisoners who are whipped, lynched, and resentful, and naturally there are much fewer ghosts.

The rest are souls that will disappear in three or two days, without any fear.

"I hope it can reduce some ghosts..."

Qin Ming thought so, now it is limited to Diandao Prison, but if more prisons see the benefits of labor reform and follow their examples, there should be fewer prisoners in the world who die tragically due to lynching by prisoners who abuse and lynching.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and Tanaka came with a man.

"Oh? The head of Ando family, was it because he was disrespectful to the master's family and was arrested?"

Qin Ming smiled and said that the person who came was the head of the Ando family.

"It's good to show off your mouth."

Seeing Qin Ming's beautiful prison life, the Ando family leader was furious, but the serious matter was important. He urged Tanaka to lead people to press Qin Ming into the interrogation room.

Tanaka and the prisoners did not dare to disobey the head of the Ando family, nor did they dare to offend Qin Ming, because they were not human inside and outside.

Qin Ming didn't want Tan Zhong and others to deal with it, so he took the initiative to go to the interrogation room.

"Rongma, you can wait here first, I still have it here..."

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and made a look you know with square gestures.

"Spring...Spring painting?"

Longma said in surprise.

"What kind of spring painting is art!"

Qin Ming pulled out a painting from the back of the chair.

"hiss..."

Longma couldn't help but scream, it was so realistic.

"Western painting techniques and sketches are more realistic than Ukiyo-e. Do you understand?"

The painting was painted by the prisoner who had learned to draw. He entrusted his blessing. Qin Ming replicated many postures that appeared in later generations. If it could be spread, Edo's position as the 48-hand man would definitely suffer a great blow.

"Okay, let's go."

When he arrived at the interrogation room, Qin Ming sat down lazily.

The head of the Ando family was dissatisfied, but he couldn't say much, and there was a prison guard next to him watching.
Chapter completed!