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Chapter 263 Prison Labor
These prison guards didn't stay long, and the prison guard took his colleagues away after finishing speaking. The gate of cell B was closed again, and then the lights were all turned off.

In fact, the prisoners were still in a state of excitement and couldn't fall asleep at all, but they all obediently crawled onto the bed. There was still a very low voice of conversation in some cells, and a swear word came out from time to time.

The iron donkey and I didn't talk about anything, we both lay silently.

Nothing else happened the next night, but I didn't sleep very well, subconsciously thinking about the stupid prison guard.

In the second half of the night, prison guards also came to make room rounds and shine a flashlight into our cell.I have heard of this rule before. To put it bluntly, it is to check the number of people, especially when sleeping in prison, you cannot shrink your head and body into the quilt.

I didn't engage in specialization either. When the flashlight came in, I waved my hand outside the cell door.

After such a flash, the next morning, I heard a burst of singing, which was played by the loudspeaker in the prison area. I am familiar with the tune, and it is the most dazzling ethnic style.This is also an alarm clock, and the prisoners all get up and wash up.

The old cripple appeared again, I really wonder how early the old guy got up?He pushed a little tin cart with our breakfast in it.

When I thought that he was still a manure dumper, I still felt a little nervous, but I couldn’t help it, and I figured it out, he was the person in charge of food delivery in Ward B.

Our breakfast is not rich, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a small plate of pickles.Everything else is easy to say, this pickle is really salty, I feel that my whole stomach is almost cramped by the salt after taking a bite.

In the end, I didn't eat much pickles, just drank porridge and ate steamed buns.The iron donkey ate with relish, and told me that heavy mouth is sometimes a good thing, at least it can give people strength.

Those prisoners stood up and walked out of the prison area after eating. They were about to start working, and if I told you they were really good at pretending, they were shouting and beating and killing last night. He looks so honest.

Iron Donkey and I have no work to do, so we can only wait at the cell door.After more than an hour, a prison guard came. I saw that he had a strange face, and it was probably the first time I met him.

He told us to pack up and go with him.But these are all polite words, what can we do to clean up?And he walked out as soon as he finished speaking.

Iron donkey and I had to follow closely. We left the B prison area, turned around and ran to the next door.

Next door is a small house. After entering, I saw the prison guard with the severed finger sitting at a table, flipping through a folder.

I looked at it from a distance, and the folder was full of forms.I guess it's the data that assigns the prisoners to work.

He first looked up at the iron donkey, pointed to a place in the folder and said, "You go to the processing workshop to grind the balls."

Suddenly listening to the grinding ball, I don't know what it means, I guess the ball he mentioned is not an ordinary football or basketball, otherwise grinding this kind of ball?Isn't it going to be bad?Maybe some handicraft.

Iron Donkey didn't object, and even took the initiative to say yes.

The severed finger prison guard looked at me again.Tie Lu and I had discussed it before, and we were going to be assigned to work in a place, so I hurriedly stared at the prison guard with the severed finger, and smiled at him deliberately, as if I was flattering.

What I think is that this prison guard has nothing to do with us, and there is no need to target us or play tricks or something.But this man was really angry, he turned a few more pages, pointed to a place and said, "That's it, go pick the pickles."

I felt unbelievable at the time. On the one hand, the result was too far from what I thought. On the other hand, I am an old man. Why do I have to pickle pickles?
I couldn't help shaking my head.The prison guard with the severed finger noticed, and he put down the folder with a look of interest, leaned forward on purpose and asked me, "Are you dissatisfied with my decision?"

I know that if I don't say anything at this time, I won't have a chance to say it.I pointed to the iron donkey and replied to the prison guard, "I want to share with my inmates, sir, please help!"

I thought I was sincere enough, but the prison guard with the severed finger laughed and said, "Do you know what equipment is used to grind the ball?" Before I could answer, he continued, "That thing is called a grinder. With a grinding wheel, the number of revolutions per second is fifty or sixty. You're a strong man, so it's no problem to grind the ball. Your physique is too thin. Don't touch the ball when you go there. Instead, you will grind your fingers. .”

I refused to accept it, and I really went all out. I showed my muscle mass to the prison guard with my severed finger, which means I can still do it.

The prison guard with the severed finger didn’t look at this at all, and pointed to the ground and said, “Well, I’m the most fair person. Now you do a hundred push-ups, and then wrestle with me. If you can beat me, I’ll let you go to the polishing workshop, otherwise Honestly, don't talk so much, pick pickles for me."

This is going to be an iron donkey, not to mention doing [-] push-ups and then breaking your wrists, even doing [-] push-ups and then breaking them, you can still subdue the prison guard with severed fingers. The problem is that this matter fell on me. .

I couldn't do a hundred push-ups at all, and my head was so big for a while, what should I do in total.

The prison guard with the severed finger saw that I was timid. He waved his hand and said to the colleague guarding the gate, "You take the fat guy away, and I will take this kid to the pickling workshop."

Iron Donkey's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.He followed the prison guard.

I knew that my idea of ​​being in a group with the iron donkey would not be realized, so I changed my mind and said that I should settle for the next best thing, and I must not pickle pickles.

After a good night's sleep last night, my neck wound has healed a bit, but it's also a little swollen.

I showed my neck to the prison guards with severed fingers, which meant that I was injured and my body was not in good shape. Can I change to a lighter job?

I didn't say the reason for my injury. This is also my cleverness. I believe the prison guards with severed fingers can guess it.

He leaned over and looked at my injuries.I don't know what he was thinking, his brows frowned, and after a while of silence, he changed me to another place and went to work in the laundry room for a few days, while recovering from my injuries.

The laundry room is very close, right next door, and it and Ward B are the neighbors of this house.The prison guard with the severed finger led me to the workplace as soon as I went out and turned a corner.

There are eight front-loading washing machines, stacked in two layers, four in a row.In one corner, there was a large wooden barrel one person tall, full of dirty clothes and trousers, as well as an iron basin and laundry.

There was a man working in the laundry room, an old acquaintance of mine, the old cripple.I found out that this cripple is doing his job well, he can be seen everywhere.

The old cripple greeted me with just a few silent glances at my arrival.Then I squatted in front of four washing machines and waited.

All four washing machines are running at high speed.

The prison guard didn't have much to say. After all, anyone can use a washing machine.All he told me was that before supper, I would wash out the bucket of dirty clothes with the old cripple and hang them to dry.

I estimated it in my heart, and felt that the workload was quite large.There is an old saying that if you don't hurry up, I won't delay, and I will start working.

The dirty clothes in this barrel belonged to the prisoners. I think they decided that, anyway, someone would wash their clothes, and they would wash them one by one, and the clothes would be extremely dirty.

In addition, some of the trousers still had dried-up excrement soup hanging in the crotch of some trousers.This disgusts me the most, and I can understand what this prisoner did after thinking about it.

I didn't have the patience or even the patience to put the pants into the washing machine one by one. I just picked up a big bundle, swished it into the washing machine, sprinkled washing powder when it was full, and the rest was just closing the lid. , start washing!
The washing powder here is not a good product, I don't care, and I even sprinkle more on purpose to wash it clean.

The next step is to wait. I wanted to chat with the old cripple, but the old man was not that interested. I talked to him a few words from a distance, but he didn't reply to me.In addition, the severed finger prison guard also left, and before he left, he asked us to be more honest!
As soon as I figured it out, I should follow the example of the old lame man and squat in front of the washing machine.

I took the time to look at my hands. I haven't trimmed my nails for a while, and I found that they were full of mud.This is also to blame for the prison environment, which is too dirty.

In order to hurry my hands as much as possible, I squatted down and picked my nails.In fact, I also thought that I could bite off my nails with my teeth, but hands with short nails sometimes have trouble grasping or holding things.

When I was in full swing digging mud, two people slipped in from outside.

These two people were very rude, and one of them had a strong nasal voice and yelled at the old cripple, "You old cripple, get out, the uncle has something to do."

The old cripple was frightened, stood up quickly, and limped away.But when I looked back, there was a buzz in my head, and I thought it was bad, why did he come?

I also wanted to stand up and run away, but these two people didn't give me a chance, they ran over one after the other, and caught me like the meat of a pie.

(End of this chapter)