idle mistress

Chapter 1 The Wedge: The Female Prisoner
It's October, and it's the season of high autumn and crisp air; the prison camp is very chilly due to the lack of sunlight for many years; Old Li feels that his old cold legs are about to attack again. He has been working in such a ghost place for a long time, and there is nothing serious about it. The disease of wind-cold and damp-evil is definitely inescapable.

Guessing that it was almost time for the handover, Old Li couldn't help but look around, and after nearly three incense sticks, the handover talent came slowly.

Old Li was dissatisfied and couldn't help complaining a few words, and then he said impatiently: "There is one in the women's prison, and Lao Hong specifically explained that this person has to be taken care of, and meals and other arrangements have to be made separately. "

After hastily confessing such a sentence, he took his own guy and went out without even looking back.

Zhang Fugui didn't take this seriously, the old Hong that Lao Li was talking about was their team leader, and he, Zhang Fugui, had been at odds with this Hong team leader.

Since the roll call needs to be taken care of, it must have gained a lot of benefits from the prisoner's family.

Oil and water entered his surname Hong's pocket, and he didn't get half of the sweetness, but he had to take care of him according to his wishes. How could there be such a good thing in the world?So Zhang Fugui forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

It wasn't until the evening when the prisoners were about to serve meals that someone brought in a decent lunch box that Zhang Fugui remembered it again.

He curiously opened the lunch box and saw that there was no shortage of fish, meat, soup, and rice in it; the little pickled vegetable porridge on his small table next to him looked extremely shabby in comparison.

He was originally an official in charge of releasing the prisoners. Although he had no rank, he was rich in oil and water.Just because he made a small mistake, he was sent to this kind of ghost place, he didn't see the sun all day long, and everything was suppressed by that surname Hong, so he naturally felt a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart.

This person, who is unhappy in his heart, naturally finds nothing pleasing to the eye.

Looking at this rather rich lunch box, Zhang Fugui couldn't help but think bitterly: even a prisoner can eat better than himself.

Without doing anything, he brought all the meals in the lunch box to his small table, picked up a big soup bowl, poured his own small bowl of porridge into it, and when he saw that the portion was a little smaller, he added it again. Add some water, then add a few green vegetables to stir and stir.

There are indeed women's prisons in the Huaicheng prison camp, but the place is remote. For the convenience of monitoring, the guards did not deliberately separate male and female prisoners.

The cells were next to each other, and it was already evening, and the light became dimmer as we went in.Zhang Fugui walked in with an oil lamp in one hand and a soup bowl in the other.

Sure enough, there was one person imprisoned in the women's prison, and the clothes in the thorn hairpin sarong were no different from those of the market women outside.

Seeing this, Zhang Fugui suddenly felt contemptuous.

He opened the cell door, casually put the bowl of porridge in his hand on the ground, and shouted: "Dinner is ready."

The woman whose back was turned to him heard the voice, turned around slowly, and glanced at the food he brought in...

At noon, big fish and meat were brought in, but now it was clear soup with little water; the taste was a bit abnormal, and she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at the prison guard standing outside.

Zhang Fugui felt a little guilty, seeing her looking towards him, he couldn't help but sternly "Pooh" at her: "What are you looking at, eat yours." After leaving these words, he locked the cell door and turned around. left

Xu Weiqiu sat on the ground, she was not a particular person, she could eat delicacies, even simple and light meals.

Picking up the bowl, she ate the porridge one bite at a time; after eating, she silently pushed the soup bowl aside, sat for a long time before getting up and going inside, and lay down on the ground with some dry straw , slowly closed his eyes, and passed the night peacefully like this.

On the next day at You, Zhang Fugui came to work according to the time, and just passed the second prison gate, he was caught by the leader Hong who came out of the prison hall. He scolded him head and face, leaving him with a dull face.

Zhang Fugui walked in full of resentment to take over the shift, and saw that the lunch box was brought in again last night; Old Li reminded him casually, saying that the lunch box would be sent to the women's prison while it was hot. Added a sentence, which was specially confessed by Lao Hong.

Zhang Fugui became angry at the mention of the Hong word, and after Lao Li left, he did the same thing; just after pouring the water, he felt a foreign body sensation in his throat, he couldn't help coughing twice, looking at the bowl of soup and rice in his hand, he couldn't help it. Relieved, spit a mouthful of phlegm into the bowl.

"dinner's ready."

Seeing the woman turn her head and look towards her, Zhang Fugui grinned at her, showing a row of yellow teeth, and said pointedly:

"Eat quickly, don't underestimate this bowl of porridge, it's full of good things, most people can't eat it."

The jailer spoke in a strange way, Xu Weiqiu walked closer, it was still early, and there was still light shining through the cracks in the roof tiles above his head.

Glancing into the bowl, there was a light yellow foreign object floating on the soup and rice. When she recognized what it was, her face changed slightly, and she felt nauseated, and she couldn't help covering her mouth and retching. .

"It's still too much. If you like to eat or not, if you don't eat, you will starve to death. After entering here, you still want to eat big fish and meat. It's a beautiful idea." Putting these words aside, Zhang Fugui turned around and walked away swaggeringly. up.

At Haishi, he took an oil lamp and went around the prison, walking in the dark narrow corridor, just turning a corner, he saw a young man walking towards him; the other party stopped when he saw him.

This is a prison cell, not a market outside, Zhang Fugui couldn't help being slightly startled.Under the pale yellow light, the two silently looked at each other.

The young man in front of him had a calm demeanor and an outstanding appearance, but it was not difficult to tell from that immature face that he was just a boy of about ten years old.

This is a prison camp. In addition to heavy guards outside, there are also several impregnable prison doors. Even if I am a servant, I have to go through strict checks when I go in and out.Being able to freely enter and exit this kind of place, coupled with the gorgeous clothes, Zhang Fugui quickly concluded that the identity of the boy in front of him must not be simple.

His expression changed immediately, and he bowed down to greet him: "Excuse me... Your Excellency is...?"

"Grandpa Shi..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Team Leader Hong approaching in a hurry, he came to the young man in a panic and stopped him: "Master, your status is precious, this is a filthy place, you must not enter it!"

Hearing this, the young man gave him a hard look, and Bantou Hong quickly knelt down upon seeing this.

"I'm here to kowtow to you, please go back!" While speaking, his head had already knocked on the ground.

Zhang Fugui realized his identity as a young man, and immediately panicked, and quickly bent down and knelt down.

The young man was unmoved, he flicked his sleeves: "Don't talk nonsense, lead the way." While speaking, he had already moved past the two of them and walked inside.

The two kneeling on the ground looked at each other, and hurriedly chased after them. The head of the Hong team cried and signaled Zhang Fugui to light up the boy; Zhang Fugui did not dare to walk ahead of the boy, so he had to follow him Finally, the hand holding the oil lamp stretched forward.

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