In the grand prison of Dengzhou City, Wang Erniu held tightly onto the rod in his arms.
The guards said they wanted them to communicate with these weapons, but the uneducated Wang Erniu didn't know what "communicate" meant. Since the guards didn't explain further, he ended up using the most primitive method of hugging to transfer his body warmth to the rod in his arms, hoping to convey some warmth.
Of course, it was ineffective, even a bit foolish, but it was the best Wang Erniu could do.
After all, he had nowhere to go.
His old father was gravely ill, and the rest of his relatives were gone. As a poor man, he had no friends to rely on and naturally no benefactors willing to help. To keep his father alive, he had sold everything in the house, and now even having a bowl of rice was problematic.
It was at this time that news suddenly came from the Dengzhou Prefectural Bureau about a recruitment.
