My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 193 Release from Prison

Time flies, the sun and the moon flies.

Lin Ziping was so engrossed in reading that he could not extricate himself.

They truly put into practice the idea of ​​"ignoring everything else and focusing solely on studying the classics."

After Lao Huang and a dozen others went out, they never returned.

During this period, Zhu Zi delivered things to Lin Ziping twice.

And there was also a familiar bowl of medicine.

Without hesitation, Lin Ziping picked up the bowl and downed it in one gulp.

Zhu Zi left after delivering the items, without bringing any useful information.

In this era without cell phones, Lin Ziping was confined to his own world.

At first, he was inevitably apprehensive, but as time went by and he saw that there was no interrogation or questioning, Lin Ziping gradually calmed down.

As the saying goes, no news is good news.

The same principle applies here as well.

"Crackling and popping..."

The sound of firecrackers drifted through the cell window to Lin Ziping's ears.

There were already 15 entries on the paper, and Lin Ziping guessed that it must be New Year's Eve.

Time flies, and the New Year is just around the corner.

Lin Ziping counted, how many New Year's Eves had this been since he came to this era?

I spent ages trying to figure it out, but I still couldn't get it right. My memories of the past are becoming increasingly blurry.

Lin Ziping couldn't remember, so he had to give up.

Unable to concentrate on his studies, he could only stare blankly out the small window of his cell.

The water on the stove was bubbling and gurgling.

"Dinner's ready!" The cell door opened.

Officer No. 1 brought in the food.

After the incident, officers No. 1 and No. 2 became full-time prison supervisors.

Two people were guarding one person, and with such a large cell, Lin Ziping was kept under close watch.

The two of them kept their mouths shut.

For so long, the three of them had been talking mainly about eating, drinking, and relieving themselves, without any technical or intellectual content.

Even now, Lin Ziping doesn't know their names and still refers to them as Officer No. 1 and Officer No. 2, which shows the nature of their relationship.

However, the two were very punctual in cleaning the cell; the papers Lin Ziping had written on the table were removed by them several times.

Lin Ziping tried to stop them several times, but the two remained unmoved and did as they pleased.

However, as compensation, some new paper was sent in.

Unable to fight city hall, Lin Ziping wisely shut his mouth.

Perhaps because of the Lunar New Year, the prison was providing extra meals, and the food served by the officers and soldiers was better than in the previous days.

There was meat in the food, with a few more slices of meat compared to other dishes.

But it's all fat.

In this era, fatty meat is more popular than lean meat, so if someone treats you to a meal with fatty meat, it's definitely a sign of genuine friendship.

Unfortunately, Lin Ziping maintained his old habits and showed no interest in fatty meat. He finished his meal but didn't touch a few pieces of fatty meat.

Days passed by like this.

There are 21 strokes on the paper.

I've flipped through the book in my hands again and again, and I can practically recite it from memory.

No book has ever kept Lin Ziping flipping through it for so long; the paper feels like it's already developed a patina.

Lin Ziping counted the floor tiles, each second feeling like an eternity.

I don't know what the situation is like outside, or when I can go out.

He didn't show it on his face, but in his heart he lamented 800 times a day.

"Lin Ziping!"

A sound came from outside the prison door.

"Yes," Lin Ziping replied.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke, his voice dry and unpleasant.

Lin Ziping was puzzled. The voice calling him from outside sounded unfamiliar; he could only tell it was a man, not the familiar officers and soldiers No. 1 and No. 2.

"You can come out now."

what?

I can go out now?!

Lin Ziping had a feeling of unreality.

One second they were thinking about how to get out, and the next second they were told they could leave?

Happiness came so suddenly that Lin Ziping felt like he had won the lottery in a dream.

Perhaps seeing that Lin Ziping did not move, the cell door creaked open.

"You can come out now!"

It was that unfamiliar voice again.

Lin Ziping quickly stood up, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, please allow me to tidy up, sir."

"Hurry up."

Lin Ziping slightly raised his eyes, trying to see what the person looked like, but the person was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

"Snapped--"

The prison door was closed again.

Lin Ziping maintained his clasped-fist salute for a while, and only after seeing that no one came in did he sit back down in his chair and breathe a sigh of relief.

The thought of being able to leave soon, even though I didn't know why they were letting me out, still made me incredibly happy.

In just one month, the once empty prison cell is now filled with the atmosphere of life.

Lin Ziping got up, packed the quilt and clothes into a bundle.

He sat down in the chair again, intending to tidy up the things on the table.

The fire in the stove hadn't gone out yet, and there was still a faint glow, so the cell wasn't too cold.

Picking up the paper on the table, which represented the fruits of his labor over the past period, Lin Ziping decided not to take it with him since he was going out.

"Hurry up," the voice came again.

Lin Ziping thought someone had come in, so he quickly stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Yes."

I got up too quickly and my knee hit the table, causing the pen on the table to roll to the floor.

After a while, Lin Ziping sighed softly, sat back in his chair, and bent down to pick up his pen from under the table.

Lin Ziping accidentally bumped his forehead on the corner of the table, wincing in pain.

The chair wasn't stable, and the body leaned backward uncontrollably.

Lin Ziping reacted faster than he thought, bracing himself with his hands on the ground to steady himself, but his buttocks still made intimate contact with the ground.

It felt like my butt was smashed into eight pieces; the pain brought tears to my eyes.

Even though I'm leaving, these tables and chairs are bullying me.

Lin Ziping calmed himself down and tried to get up by pushing himself up from the ground.

Suddenly, my left hand touched a brick on the ground that looked different.

Thinking of the ancient mechanisms described in the book, Lin Ziping's headache and backache disappeared, and he instantly perked up.

He rolled over and squatted down to examine the bricks that looked unusual.

These floor tiles have been counted at least seven or eight times these past few days.

Why does this seemingly ordinary brick feel slightly higher than the others?

Lin Ziping took out his dagger and pried it open with a gentle touch.

Carefully move it aside, clean off a layer of dirt, and you'll see something wrapped in oil paper.

"Da da..."

Lin Ziping seemed to hear footsteps coming from outside the prison door.

Without time to examine it closely, he stuffed the oil paper package into his bundle and hurriedly restored the floor tiles to their original state.

Feeling uneasy, I jumped on it a few times, making it even more compact.

Originally intending to burn what he had written, Lin Ziping thought for a moment and then stuffed it into the package along with his writing brush, ink, and inkstone.

With his pack on his back, Lin Ziping stepped out of the prison gate.

There was no one in the corridor, and the torches crackled as they burned.

The firelight shone on the ground, flickering on and off.

Lin Ziping did not linger, nor did he think much about why officers and soldiers No. 1 and No. 2 had not come, nor did he investigate where the person who notified him to come out had gone.

Without looking back, he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out.

Stepping out of the prison, I was greeted by a world of white snow, a blanket of silver.

A cold wind blew by, and Lin Ziping unconsciously tightened his clothes before stepping into this snow-white world, leaving a trail of footprints behind him.