Chapter 2131: Imprisonment

"Crack!" Jia Zhengjin, who gave up resistance, was restrained by chains.

He is now playing a carpenter, and it would be boring if he used magic to escape.

The Yellow Turban leader escorted him all the way to the prefect's office.

There is another yellow scarf general sitting in the government office, reading a book at the moment. Seeing Jia Zhengjin being escorted in, he looked at him curiously.

"Commander Qu," the Yellow Turban general who escorted Jia Zhengjin in said with his fists clasped, "I will finally capture a Han soldier!"

"Oh?" The yellow scarf general sitting above looked at Jia Zhengjin, "Are we ready for interrogation?"

"Commander Qu, the general will bring Xi Zuo immediately after he is captured. He has not yet been interrogated!"

"It's unfair!" Jia Zhengjin pretended to be panicked, "I'm not a craftsman!"

"This man looks unfamiliar, and he doesn't look like a person from Ye County." The yellow scarf general who captured him said, "Looking at his fair skin and strong body, he must be a high-ranking official."

"Oh?" The yellow scarf general in the hall narrowed his eyes and asked Jia Zhengjin directly, "Who are you? Are the Han troops doing something good?"

"You are wronged, General!" Jia Zhengjin said quickly, "I am just a villager in the mountains. I grew up in the mountains. Today I came down from the mountains to the city for the first time..."

"I have never seen a mountain villager as fair as you!" The yellow scarf general who escorted him snorted, "The Han army is working carefully, why not hurry up and recruit them!"

"I have lived in the mountains since childhood," Jia Zhengjin said. "My father made a living by hunting, and my mother farmed and weaved. A few days ago, my father was killed by a lone wolf while hunting, and my mother went out to look for her husband, but was preyed on by wild beasts. I am helpless and helpless. Damn, I’m not an enemy of ferocious beasts, so I want to go to the city to find some work. Since I was a child, I made some furniture and sold it. I didn’t want to be regarded as a craftsman. It’s really unfair to ask the general to make the decision!”

"Hmph! The Han army is doing a good job. The person sitting in the hall is Dafangqu Shuai Bocai. How can you hide it with your poor acting skills?" The yellow scarf general behind him raised a steel knife, "Why don't you recruit him for real? Be careful of falling under the sword. ghost!"

"I am really unjust!" Jia Zhengjin shouted, "Please tell me, general!"

"Hmph! Are you saying it's not fine work?" The yellow scarf general behind him sneered, "If you call Commander Qu a general, he must be from the Han army!"

"I'm just a carpenter, who am I a spy? It's unfair!"

"Commander Qu, when I take him to the dungeon and torture him, I will definitely be able to find out the Han army's plan!"

"Slow down!" Huang Jin Qushuai in the hall thought for a moment, looked at Jia Zhengjin and said, "You call yourself a carpenter, can you prove it?"

"Yes, of course I can!" Jia Zhengjin nodded, "General... Qu Shuai just needs to give me some wood, and I can make whatever wood you want!"

"Commander Qu, this person is clearly a spy of the Han army..."

"Bring some wood over here!" Bo Cai said calmly.

"Qu handsome!"

"Get the wood!"

"Yes!" The Yellow Turban general glanced at Jia Zhengjin, turned around and left.

After a while, someone came over carrying several huge logs and placed them in the hall.

"Is this material acceptable?" Bo Cai asked.

Jia Zhengjin took one look at the huge log and nodded: "I wonder what Qu Shuai wants me to do?"

Bocai thought for a moment and pointed to the wooden screen beside the government office: "Can this be made?"

screen? Fortunately, the carpenter level is full. Although the style is different from the one in front of me,

But it can still be done.

Jia Zhengjin nodded immediately, reached into his arms and pretended to be looking for a tool, and took out the prepared dagger from his virtual backpack.

After all, he didn't have professional carpentry tools, and it was the same with a dagger.

However, the eyes of Bo Cai and the yellow scarf general changed when he took out the dagger, and they looked at each other as if to confirm something.

Of course, they didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Jia Zhengjin held a dagger and continued to process the huge log, gradually cutting it into different parts. After careful processing, they were assembled together to form an antique large wooden vertical screen.

After finishing the work, he put away the dagger and turned to look at Bo Cai: "Qu Shuai, it's done!"

Bo Cai's eyes stayed on the screen for a moment, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Come here, take him down!"

The yellow turban general behind him immediately stepped forward and placed the steel knife on Jia Zhengjin's neck.

"Qu Shuai, I have proven myself, why do I still do this?" Jia Zhengjin asked in a panic.

Bocai stood up, walked slowly to the screen made by Jia Zhengjin, stretched out his hand and touched it: "This thing is excellent! The blade you use is not a carpenter's weapon."

"Commander Qu, I came down in a hurry and didn't bring any carpenter's tools!" Jia Zhengjin shouted hurriedly, "I am really not a craftsman of the Han army!"

"Take him to the dungeon!" Bo Cai ignored him and ordered.

"Here!" The Yellow Turban general immediately escorted Jia Zhengjin out of the prefect's office.

In the dungeon, Jia Zhengjin was tied to a wooden pillar, and the yellow scarf general who escorted him received a whip in preparation for torture.

Suddenly a dull horn sounded outside, followed by the sound of gongs and drums, accompanied by the shouts of the Yellow Turban soldiers, "The Han army is attacking the city."

When the Yellow Turban general heard this voice, his expression changed drastically. He looked at Jia Zhengjin fiercely: "You must be a spy! Wait until the Han army is exposed and come back for interrogation!"

He left the cage, threw the whip aside, and ordered the soldiers to watch this place and leave quickly.

Being imprisoned in the dungeon, with his whole body immobilized and unable to move, Jia Zhengjin was not in a hurry, but instead looked around leisurely.

There seemed to be no one in the dungeon, except for himself, there were only two or three prisoners.

It shouldn't be because of the good security here, but other reasons, right?

He was observing the other prisoners, and they were observing him.

One of them had a thick beard and kept looking over here, but when Jia Zhengjin looked at him, he immediately avoided his gaze and squatted in the corner pretending to sleep.

He looked strange, so Jia Zhengjin didn't bother to pay attention to him.

It was easy to leave here, and it didn't take any effort at all.

But he enjoyed the experience of other identities, so he didn't break free by force, but hung on the wooden pillar and closed his eyes to sleep.

After that, it was very noisy outside, with shouts and killings one after another, and the Yellow Turban generals didn't come back to trouble him again.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that it was completely quiet outside. Presumably both sides had rested and would fight again tomorrow.

The Yellow Turban jailer in the dungeon was also sleepy, patrolling less and less, and the intervals were getting longer and longer.

Jia Zhengjin closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly heard a slight sound in his ear.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two tired jailers patrolling over, not very focused. When they passed by the prisoner's cage where they had secretly observed him before, the prisoner suddenly rolled on the ground and gasped, showing a painful expression.

Two jailers quickly opened the door and went in to check. The prisoner suddenly stood up and wrapped the iron chain around one of them's neck, tightening it with all his strength.

The jailer next to him was horrified and quickly raised his knife to chop.

The prisoner turned around and used the jailer in his hand to block the knife, then kicked the other jailer over. After letting go, he directly pulled the key from the waist of the jailer who was hacked to death, pushed him onto the fallen jailer, and quickly left the cell and locked it.