A wisp of clouds obscured the moonlight, and the face of the man with the stick fell into the night, and his facial features were like a few black holes. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info saw the black hole move, and said: "No, I want to hit you." ”

The son was not convinced and argued loudly: "Who are you? Are you bigger than the law? I won't let you fight. ”

"Shut up!" Shen Qingshan peeked at the face of the baton bearer, slapped his son on the back of the head, and said with a smile: "The child is not sensible, don't be angry with him." ”

"It's fine."

The baton bearer waved his hand, showing generosity, and said with a smile: "I am not as big as the law, the stick in my hand is the law, and I am the one who enforces the law." ”

The son was extremely angry and scolded: "Fart, how can the law be caught in your hands and used for lynching." ”

"That's right, I just grabbed it."

A large gold tooth was revealed in the darkness, and the baton bearer laughed heartily and whipped the stick on his son's back.

The son fell to the ground. Shen Qingshan hurriedly hugged him and asked long and short questions.

The son did not die, but his waist was broken, and since then he has been like a king, sticking his head forward every day. When he looks at people, he looks down when he walks, he looks like he is 80 years old, his body is folded at 90 degrees, and he keeps smiling all the time.

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Shen Qingshan and his entourage came to the shed, and the outside of the shed was purple and red, fragrant, and it was actually a flower field. It turned out that their job was to plant flowers, and no one expected that the days after nine deaths would be so elegant.

The baton bearer is the overseer, and the rod never leaves his hand. No one knew his name, but they all called him the Golden Stick because he had gold teeth and a big stick.

A total of 32 workers, both male and female. But without exception, they are all frail and sickly, with a round little belly and thin limbs like dry wood.

Working nearly 20 hours a day, just one rotten meal. These guys are mules, horses, pigs, and sheep in the eyes of Jin Dabang, but they are not people. The ties between the motherland, bloodline, fellow villagers, compatriots, and so on have been completely severed.

Shen Qingshan worked hard, never said much, never made trouble. Three months later, the kitchen worker vomited blood and died during the night. At first, it was just a cold, but then it turned into pneumonia, and no one treated him, so he ended his life by fate. Thanks to him, Shen Qingshan was promoted to the new chef.

The kitchen steward, who also did not give his name, called himself Lao Shen, who was said to be from the place where Shen began. Shen Qingshan was extremely attentive and said: "We are all surnamed Shen, we are the elder brother of the same clan, maybe 10 years ago you lived on the mountain, I lived under the mountain, and I still took a photo." ”

Lao Shen's tired eyes were not shining, and he said dryly: "Don't be close, there is no humanity here." ”

The advantage of coming to work in the kitchen is that you can eat enough and take care of your son at the same time. My son is growing up, and he always has a way to bring something out of the kitchen to nourish him. Three months later, Shen Qingshan and Lao Shen got acquainted with each other, and asked him, "Brother Shen, do you think I can still go back?" ”

Lao Shen shook his head: "If you go to the island, you won't go out, you can't live, and you can't die." ”

At first, Shen Qingshan didn't believe it, but later he did. Someone escaped, was caught 20 minutes later, and Kim smashed the man's head with his stick.

The workers were talking about it, and he broke the record, and the first few ran for a maximum of 15 minutes.

Shen Qingshan asked, "How did you get here?" ”

Old Shen was gloomy and silent.

Shen Qingshan was strange, and he couldn't figure it out all the time. While throwing potatoes into the cauldron, he talked to Lao Shen: "If the workers come, they can't go back, and they are still overseas islands." Fei is so hard, that is, he doesn't dig gold mines, he doesn't make drugs, let us plant flowers! What's this picture? ”

Lao Shen took a big shovel and stirred it in the pot, and suddenly a smell of pig rose, and he said lightly: "You know a fart, this is an ordinary flower?" It's an orchid! One tree is old, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions! ”

Shen Qingshan was really taken aback, just such a thing that grass does not flower and does not spend is actually worth more than gold!

Lao Shen continued: "There is always an end to eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and there is no end to vassal elegance, this is a Chinese tradition, and you can't quit it." ”

Shen Qingshan suddenly wanted to cry, his life was likely to end here. And his life is for a grass, even cheaper than grass......

He began to work out secretly, using all his free time, and whenever he was alone, he would use the knowledge he had learned in the army to regain his muscles. For half a year, he was severely malnourished, lacked sleep, and his body was completely emptied. At this time, as long as you exert a little force, your eyes will be blackened, and your joints will sting as if they are about to break.

The son's temperament has also changed greatly in the past six months.

"Uncle Jin, drink tea, I just made it for you."

The son straightened his neck forward, poked his head out, and bent his waist almost into the ground. There is no longer the hearty and sunny appearance of before.

Jin Dabang took the tea, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Okay, little friend, it's getting more and more promising." As he spoke, he put the stick on top of his son's head, and his son was stunned like a wooden chicken, and his calves and stomach trembled like chaff.

It wasn't until Kim took the stick away that he returned to normal and gasped heavily. Urine flows out of the trouser tube uncontrollably.

For his son, this stick has transcended the laws of the world and risen to the divine power.

"Roll !!"

Jin Dabang looked disgusted, and the tea bowl slammed on his son. The hot tea tore through the skin and penetrated the heart like magma. The son didn't dare to scream, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he quickly picked up the tea bowl and ran into the shed.

Shen Qingshan witnessed everything, and his temples beat "clattering". Lao Shen next to him sneered, he immediately lowered his head, as if nothing had happened, and continued to pick up the rotten vegetable leaves.

Son, Daddy is sorry for you.

One day, Lao Shen said that he had finished eating the dishes and wanted to take Shen Qingshan to purchase.

Only then did Shen Qingshan realize that it was not an uninhabited desert island under his feet.

The driver was a man with a southern accent with a "black star" pinned to his waist. Lao Shen and Shen Qingshan sat in the back of the pickup truck, and the car drove inland, gradually with people and houses. Everywhere they passed, the stench was stinking, the dirty water glowing green was running freely, and the mosquitoes were swarming, "buzzing" around the poorly dressed women.

Walk through the scattered shanty towns to a market. The middle road cuts the noisy crowd vertically. Ox carts, donkey carts, pedestrians, and carts crowded each other, screaming and squirming slowly.

As soon as the pickup appeared, countless hands stretched out, and their faces blackened by the sun shouted loudly, and Shen Qingshan couldn't understand half of a sentence. In the nineties, information was not well developed, and the vast majority of people had never heard the languages of other Southeast Asian countries in their lives.

Shen Qingshan later recalled: "There were Thai, Malay, Indonesian, and some unnamed local languages. It was a chaotic zone, with no government, no rules, and no morals. ”

The man driving the car took out his pistol and threw a shuttle into the sky, and the crowd of people who gathered around him dispersed like a tide. One of the tall, thin men beckoned to him, and the man opened the car door for him to come up.

This person's nickname is "Lao Cai", and his real name is unknown. When you come to the market to buy vegetables, melons and fruits, you must go through his hands, otherwise you will be cheated at the least, robbed at the worst, or killed.

Lao Cai is one meter and nine miles long, with red and black skin, high cheekbones, low nose bridge, and inverted triangular eyes, typical of "Tunguska" appearance. He speaks simple English and broken Chinese to deal with foreign snobs.

Let's call the man who drives the car "Xiaohu", because he doesn't distinguish between Fu and Hu. Xiaohu inserted back the pistol and handed Lao Cai a cigarette, trying to simplify the words as much as possible to make it easier for Lao Cai to understand. said: "This, Yunyan, we produce, is very precious." ”

The old dish took it, didn't want to smoke it, pinned it behind his ears, and smiled at Xiaohu: "Thank you, big guy." ”