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The middle-aged jailer, seeing that the two men remained unmoved, continued, “When I was young, I served under a Korean official. Now that he is in great trouble, I am powerless to help. All I can do is offer you a clean meal. After you eat, go to the Ministry of Punishments tomorrow!”,After that, the two picked up their chopsticks and started eating. To be honest, the taste of the dish was really not good, far inferior to the home-cooked dishes of later generations with various seasonings!,The next morning, the shackles in the dungeon were opened, and two jailers strode in, shouting loudly, “Don’t sleep! Get up!”。