"Sister, the porridge is coming, the porridge is coming!" Lin Daidi held a bowl of porridge, for fear of spilling a little. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When she walked down the stairs, the porridge swung from side to side, and she didn't dare to waste it at all, so she stuck out her tongue to lick the porridge that was dripping down to her fingers.

Obviously it was not a delicacy, but it was so precious to her, and in the end she chose to give the porridge to Xiao Lan and said, "Sister, drink the porridge and fill your stomach." ”

In order to intercede for her sister, she also went to grab porridge, and Lin Daidi did not eat breakfast.

Xiao Lan looked at the bowl of porridge she handed over, and it was less than half a bowl. It is said that it is "porridge", it is better to say "water", and there is nothing more than a small spoonful of broken rice that sinks to the bottom, more pot char, and a lot of tofu residue for feeding pigs, and nothing else, even porridge and vegetables.

Fortunately, in the last task, she had worn out her habit of loving cleanliness, otherwise she would not have touched such porridge to death.

After more tasks, the adaptability will be stronger, and she will not be too picky about the environment, and not every task has extremely superior material conditions for her to enjoy.

Most of the mission background is a poor environment, Xiao Lan can only strive to change the environmental conditions within her acceptable range, and now she has no right to be picky.

Xiao Lan, who took the porridge, chose a place to sit and leaned against the wall, she noticed that Lin Daidi didn't eat breakfast, so she went to help herself grab the porridge. It's late, and Lin Daidi, who can get half a bowl of good porridge, may not be able to grab her own porridge.

Even if she found out, she still drank the porridge, and now that she is a patient, it is better not to have an empty stomach, otherwise it will be more serious. As for Lin Daidi, Xiao Lan only hopes that she can survive this time, and now she can't help anything, so she can only try not to drag down, drink the porridge, and sleep well is the right thing.

Xiao Lan put the broken porcelain bowl to her lips, the porridge had a peculiar smell, even if she endured the peculiar smell, the stench lingered in her mouth for a long time, and the sour taste of fermentation was even more. She could only drink it, raising her head like a strong man breaking his wrist, down her throat, and drank it all.

Lin Daidi watched Xiao Lan finish drinking, she didn't drink it clean, she took the empty bowl, licked the rest of the porridge juice with her tongue, three times and two times, this is her breakfast, fortunately she still has a meal in the afternoon.

"Sister, I'm going to work, you have a good rest. Lin Daidi knew that the foreman didn't have much time for her, so she hurriedly ran out and followed the large army after delivering porridge.

During the whole process, Xiao Lan didn't speak, because she was so uncomfortable, her back was against the wall, the cold was in her body, and she couldn't wrap her clothes enough. The body is weak, it is extremely difficult to even speak, and the strange smell of drinking porridge for a long time is not dispersed.

As soon as the surroundings were quiet, tiredness came up, and Xiao Lan, who was already seriously ill, had no reason to be picky, so she sat in the corner and curled up in a ball, and fell asleep.

This sleep is a day.

Xiao Lan didn't go out all day, she couldn't tell whether it was day or night, her head was a little clearer after a day of sleep, and her perception of the things around her was no longer as dull as before, and she began to observe her residence.

This is a dug basement, with wooden planks on top and a simple hammock hanging next to it, as long as you put it on top and hang it on top, this small space can sleep twenty or thirty people. From the bottom to the top, there is only a wooden ladder, and now the door is locked, I am afraid that Xiao Lan will run out. There is no vent in the entire underground dwelling except for the doorway, and the dim and damp dampness breeds underneath, and the wooden barrel in the corner is constantly emitting a foul smell, which is the place where the wrappers excrete.

After walking a few steps, he stepped on the uneven ground under his feet, and his feet hurt, and Xiao Lan realized that he was not wearing shoes. The wrapper didn't have any shoes, even the clothes she was wearing were the clothes that Lin Zhaodi brought half a year ago.

This life is even worse than a slave.

Xiao Lan, who has the ability to move, began to walk in place, moving his body, warming his body and driving away the cold. In addition to the earth and gravel, there was also some straw under his feet, which was used to pad hammocks for the wrappers.

Xiao Lan's body became hot as she walked, and the lock at the door also moved.

"Hurry up and get in! What are you grinding one by one?" The voice sounded, Xiao Lan was very familiar, this was the person who beat her half to death when she was unconscious, and he was the supervisor who specialized in managing Lin Zhaodi's group of contractors.

The door was knocked on, and the wrappers walked in, and then the light on the door allowed Xiao Lan to see their faces and clothes clearly.

They were all young girls, malnourished and short, thin, with tattered clothes and messy hair, and they had no intention of tidying up.

They were all barefoot, with yellow and thin faces, and their faces did not have the youthful vitality that a young girl should have, and after a tired day, their faces were full of exhaustion, and they walked very slowly, half-bent.

When they entered, no one spoke except the Overseer, who was just yelling at a group of walking dead, or ordering a group of slaves, who were probably nothing more than cheap labor machines to the Overseer.

The wrapper who had been tired for a day didn't have the strength to speak at all, and Xiao Lan only saw Lin Daidi coming in at the end, and her state didn't look very good.

According to Lin Zhaodi's memory, Xiao Lan knew that the work done by the contractor was generally done by young men, and it was manual work, even if a young male protagonist did it, he would be affected, not to mention this group of little girls. And Lin Daidi took Xiao Lan's attack again today, but I am afraid that she will be very tired.

Even if it was pitch black, Lin Daidi could still see her sister for the first time in a group of people, and she dragged her extremely tired body to Xiao Lan.

"Sister, are you better?" Lin Daidi asked, her tone was very light, she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to speak, and she couldn't even lift her hands.

"It's better. Xiao Lan replied, "You take a rest first." After finishing speaking, she gave the hammock that had been made to Lin Daidi.

Lin Daidi was very tired, and after knowing that Xiao Lan was fine, she didn't continue to ask, and she was so tired that it was difficult to climb into the hammock. Xiao Lan helped her, and she climbed into the hanging hammock, and the hammock wrappers around her also climbed into the hammock one by one, and as soon as her eyes were closed, she fell asleep without any small talk, let alone dispute.

It's not that they are obedient, but they are so tired that they don't want to speak, they don't have the strength to speak, their brains are dull, they have no desire to talk, and the only thing they want to think about is to settle down the eyelids of "fighting".

The overseer counted the number of people, wrote and drew on the score, saw Xiao Lan, glared fiercely, and wanted to dismantle Xiao Lan before he was willing. Thinking of the boss's warning, he didn't attack immediately, pointed at Xiao Lan to warn, and finally locked the wooden door, turned around and left, he took away the last trace of light source, and the whole underground returned to darkness.

The air was cloudy, more than 20 people nested underground, the living environment was harsh, and even the sound of breathing was as weak as a kitten. Xiao Lan was in the dark, feeling their presence.

The contractors knew that there were more days like this, and the only thing they were looking forward to was the expiration of the contract to leave this "hell".