The flow of shit, urine and air flow, shaking like sieve, Yang Debai really doesn't care about dignity in order to survive.

This exceeded Zhu Zhen's expectations. From Yu Guangzhong's helplessness when Zhu Zhen took them out just now, Zhu Biao knew that even if Zhu Zhen was upset, he would not kill the two brothers in public.

The matter was still like this. Zhu Biao had no intention of following him and left the team, aimlessly observing the prison that could imprison the prisoner.

After his first fifty years old, he was different from the vicious and evil spirits of ordinary prisoners. He was an old scholar. After asking, Zhu Biao found out that his yellowed old face turned slightly red.

"A few years ago, I was forced to sell pork. Later, Junshan recruited people, so I came."

"Why didn't I take another official position and become this dirty prisoner?"

If you have the ability, who doesn’t want to sit firmly in the high hall? It’s really an old man who is too old to be valued and has less talent than others.”

"Being able to manage such a prison in an orderly manner proves that your ability is not small. You should at least be a classic."

"I dare not speak nonsense. The history of the dictionary is at least like Mr. Han." Zhu

Biao suddenly remembered the serious Han Zheng beside Zhu Zhen. Even if he learned about his identity, he would not be bent on his pride. He was polite to the people, which made Zhu Biao unable to express his worries.

"I want to see how talented Han Zheng is."

The head was obviously signaled by the senior management and did not stop Zhu Biao. Although he did not know the identity of the noble person in front of him, he was still serving him carefully.

Not far away there was an open space, full of workers, in front of them a belt made of leather, someone turned the wheels under the belt, the belts were like a flowing river, and the workers placed the small objects in their hand on it, and in an instant they went through several processes.

What are these people doing?”

Zhu Biao couldn't help but say curiously.

When the prisoner saw that the noble man was curious, he naturally responded respectfully: "This is part of our Junshan renovation factory. I heard from the Lord that this is called assembly line. Whether it is producing goods or packing efficiency, it is particularly high.

These prisoners not only have to spend their sentences in prison, but also have to undergo labor reform. Many of the goods sold outside are transformed by these prisoners."

Biao was a little disbelief: "There are many small commodities in Junshan, from poetic flower stands to exquisitely crafted jade carvings, everything is possible, and all the skilled craftsmen in the world can be cured. Maybe these criminals can kill and set fire to them, and let them do these fine work, can they do it?"

The head quickly explained, "Negotiable, you don't know anything. You have a noble status and are exposed to precious objects. Don't you know that there are many objects used by ordinary people in our Junshan, such as farm tools for working in the fields and candles for lighting. These ordinary craftsmen can do it with a little training. Moreover, prisoners know that labor can shorten the sentence, so everyone's attitude of working naturally is much better."

The guy really has many ideas. He used to be just a refugee to earn money for him, but now even these prisoners have become his money tree.

Are there other princes, and the Tatars in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, who had to find a way to make money for him?

Biao complained in her heart, and looked at the assembly line for a long time, and felt that this thing was really magical. When she turned around, she must ask Zhu Zhen carefully, how did she find out.

In his subconscious, the prison is the place to punish prisoners, dampness and fishy smell are the first priority, hunger and whip are the second priority. Only in this environment can the prisoners receive sufficient punishment.

Only in this way can the prisoner know what mistake he made, so that he will not dare to make it again after being out of prison in the future.

After some inquiries, Junshan's punishment seemed to be different from Yingtian. There was no cruel criminal law like "slaying" and "cutting the ears". The most cruel thing was just being locked in a small black room alone.

Most of the prisoners in the city will have Han Zheng sentenced and sentenced them according to the faults they made.

After being imprisoned, they have to do two things: reading and working.

Biao sneaked into the study room of the prison. The old man sat on a rattan chair, and there was a copper incense burner next to him. There was a wooden board behind him, and the wooden board was full of words. That

Some rumored thieves who kill without blinking, or those who robbed families, are like good kids, honestly holding wooden sticks on the sand table and writing with the old man.

Whoever dares to be lazy will definitely be beaten by the ward.

Zhu Biao couldn't understand why Junshan asked these prisoners to study. You should know that today, even the children of ordinary landlords had no money to study, but Zhu Zhen asked these prisoners to study and read, which was a bit unreasonable.

Seeing Zhu Biao’s doubts, the prison head smiled and explained: “Negotiable, are you surprised to ask Junshan to teach these prisoners to study.”

“That’s right.”

Zhu Biao followed Song Lian to study. Although he was not the kind of person who studied hard, he also respected scholars in his heart. In his opinion, Zhu Zhen first asked a scholar to be the head of the prison and then asked a scholar to be a teacher in the prison. He really despised scholars, and naturally felt a little dissatisfied.

He smiled and said, "At first, the old man also thought that letting these bad guys study was purely playing the piano to the cow, wasting the wealth and the energy of the gentlemen in Junshan, and he also found Lord Dianshi once. As soon as the Lord was there, he said something to Xiao, which benefited Xiao a lot, and he would no longer be confused."

Zhu Biao asked meaningfully: "Is it because these prisoners are not short of isolates and brave, and have lost their innocence. In the future, they will be used by Junshan if they have no shelter after leaving the prison in the future?"

When his head heard this, his cheeks turned pale and his hands and feet trembled. He quickly explained: "The noble man misunderstood. How could our Junshan have such a disobedient heart? Our lord said that most of the reasons why these people took risks were poor, lacking skills, or lacking education, not knowing the principles and ethics, and not knowing why they made mistakes. Even if they suffered a lot of hardship in prison and were out of prison, they would probably repeat the same mistakes."

Zhu Biao Conghui understood what he meant immediately and said in surprise: "Whether studying or letting them work, this is considered to be a cultivation of their abilities. First, they understand the principles of the world, and second, they have a skill. In prison, they can see hope and obey discipline. After leaving prison, they will not commit it easily. This seemingly troublesome thing reduces the cost of repeated crimes."

Zhu Biao nodded and praised: "This military mountain can become a force in an instant, which is indeed a bit of a trick."

After that, I felt that I had almost understood it, so I stopped watching and turned around and left the prison.

I was wondering whether Yingtian could tell her father about this when she went back to the future. Her father was in charge of Yingtian and was more ruthless in doing things. She generally would not leave any life for criminals, but Yingtian's people still remained unchanged and often committed crimes.

Zhu Biao couldn't help but think of Guan Ziyun again, and Cang knew etiquette when he was enough.

Zhen taught them the principles of being a human being and gave them the ability to eat. This was a disguised way for them to earn enough, so the people of Junshan would naturally not cause trouble easily.

After leaving the prison, he saw that Yang Xun and his brothers were already away under the protection of their personal guards. Zhu Zhen was staring at the backs of their two left in a daze.

Biao dusted the dust on his body and chuckled, "I'm ready to make a fake certificate for you. I'm thinking about how to hack you two pots of wine at that time. Who would have thought that Yang Debai was scared and didn't even have the courage to attack you. I said Zhu Zhen, are you just a fool?"

"Are they the ones who come to my military mountain whenever they want to come or leave when they want to?"

"Do you have any other tricks?" Zhu Biao said in surprise.

"Let me go back to the mountain and continue patrolling. Haven't you always wanted to see the good things about our military mountain?"

Indeed, the small prison has benefited me a lot, and I believe other places will not disappoint me."

When people walked side by side, patrolling the military mountain, Zhu Biao asked Zhu Zhen about the assembly line he saw today. This was something he could not understand in the books of sages.

When Zhu Biao listened to Zhu Zhen’s explanation first, he could still understand it at all. When Zhu Zhen explained production operation management, he became confused.

When he got up like a heavenly book, Zhu Biao couldn't help but feel inferior.

You are about the same age as your home, why are you so powerful?

Mingming couldn't understand, Zhu Biao seemed to be pretending to understand, and kept nodding. Han Zheng, who was leading the way, looked at Zhu Biao with a slightly changed expression.

When the Lord said these things, I heard them like the Book of Heaven, but the prince could understand them roughly. He was worthy of Ying Tianlai, but he was extraordinary.

Less than half an hour after leaving, I saw Chang Mao and others rushing to come with all kinds of weapons. Zhu Biao immediately hid behind Zhu Zhen.

Mao held the Yu King's Spear tightly in his hands and gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Zhen, something big is wrong, the firearms in the firearm workshop are stolen."

Zhu Muying and Chang Mao each have their own division of labor. Although Zhu Muying is responsible for training the firearms troops, Chang Mao is indeed responsible for the supervision of this weapon and the safety of Junshan.

Mao knew that firearms were important, so he often went to the firearm workshop to observe them personally.

After Ying finished training, he personally checked the number, and there were only a few firearms. Who would have thought that when the craftsmen were maintaining firearms just now, they found that two were missing.

Mao was worried about the problem with the firearm, so he immediately ordered Junshan to be martial law, and at the same time came to report the matter to Zhu Zhen himself.

Zhu Zhen sighed, "Okay, I already know this. Since you blocked the Junshan Mountain, you can catch the thieves."

Chang Mao's expression was a little surprised, but he still held his fists and retreated.

Why is Zhu Zhen not worried about the loss of the firearm?

After everyone left, Zhu Biao couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's absolutely no good for anyone to offend you. I thought it would be fine if you wanted to kill Yang Debai, but who would have thought that you were just going to do it in one go."

What are you talking nonsense? Why can’t I understand?" Zhu Zhen shrugged, "Let’s go, you are the prince, and your safety cannot be neglected. If the thief takes a musket against you, I can’t protect you."

"Okay, I've accompanied you to perform this scene. But after the matter is done, you have to send me one hundred muskets."
Chapter completed!