"That's good, it's not much worse than mine, it seems that your craft is still very popular." Ling Yunpeng showed a look of envy on his face.

"If it weren't for this child's skill that I practiced with tears and snot when I was a child, I wouldn't have had the days of eating and drinking spicy food later." As the saying goes: a strict teacher produces a high apprentice. Xu Xiaohui is still very grateful to the master for his cruelty back then, which made him a thief prince.

"Well, then I'll practice according to the method you said now." Ling Yunpeng was not frightened by the inhumane training method that Ah Hui said, but inspired his determination to learn pickpocketing.

"Okay, you wait. Ladies and gentlemen, please come out and fill a glass of boiling water. ”

The other people in the prison were very interested in Ling Yunpeng's desire to learn pickpocketing skills, and they all wanted to see how Ling Yunpeng learned this technique to live, so they were very cooperative, everyone lined up, held enamel cups, and stood at the door of the cell.

Ah Hui knocked on the door with an enamel cup: "Brother Li, please open the door, we want to drink water." ”

"Wait a minute." Brother Li, the cell boss, walked over lazily, and then opened the cell door, and everyone at No. 78 went to the thermos bucket to fill it with boiling water.

"Hey, you guys are acting in unison." Brother Li cast a curious glance at the people in number 78.

Everyone walked into the cell with a jar full of boiling water.

Then Ah Hui asked everyone to pour all the boiling water into an enamel basin, and soon, the basin was full of boiling water.

Ah Hui threw a metal spoon into the basin: "Brother Ling, you scoop up the spoon." ”

Ling Yunpeng rubbed his hands, quickly put his hand into the boiling water, and before he could catch it, he instinctively retracted his hand: "Wow, it's so hot." ”

"Look at me." Ah Hui put his hand into the boiling water, and in less than a second, the spoon was scooped up.

"Aren't you in pain?" Ling Yunpeng looked at Ah Hui's hand curiously.

"I've been practicing for more than ten years, and the skin on my hands is blistered, molted, and then new skin, blistered, and molted, and then molted, all of which were practiced after shedding I don't know how many layers of skin."

After hearing this, Ling Yunpeng decided to try again, he plucked up his courage and put his hand into the boiling water, this time he touched the spoon with his hand, but he couldn't get the spoon out.

"Well, it's progressing fast." Ah Hui nodded: "Brother Ling, does your hand hurt?" ”

Ling Yunpeng looked at his right hand, which was scalded red by boiling water, and blew it with his mouth: "It's very painful." ”

"I have cold water in my basin, and it won't hurt so much if you dip your hand in the cold water." He Baye brought his basin to Ling Yunpeng and glanced at him: "Why are you doing this." ”

"Thank you, Eighth Master." Ling Yunpeng put his hand into the cold water, feeling a little more comfortable, and then began to practice non-stop until he could get the spoon out of the boiling water, and his right hand was scalded red and swollen.

When dinner was served, the prison guard Lao Wang came to ask Ling Yunpeng to go to their place to eat, and this situation made the people in the cell unable to understand, what kind of way is this Ling Yunpeng, he can actually eat Xiaozao, and he also goes to the lounge to eat with these cell bosses. In Qingshuiwan Prison, only those high-level political prisoners have this kind of treatment of eating small stoves, and Ling Yunpeng, a robber who robbed a bank, can actually eat small stoves, which is really a strange story.

However, everyone understands one thing, in cell 78, the real big brother is Ling Yunpeng.

Ling Yunpeng came to the prison guard's lounge, and the meal had been prepared for him, two dishes and one soup, braised pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and salted meat and winter melon soup.

Ling Yunpeng sat down and picked up the chopsticks, but because his right hand was red and swollen, he couldn't hold the chopsticks, so he could only change his left hand to eat.

The warden came over to ask Ling Yunpeng if he was satisfied with the meal, but saw that he was eating with his left hand and his right hand hanging to the side: "Xiao Ling, are you left-handed?" ”

Ling Yunpeng's mouth was stuffed with food and he shook his head.

The warden hurriedly raised his right hand: "Ah, what's the matter, why is it so red and swollen like this?" ”

"I was not careless when I drank water, and I was scalded by boiling water." Ling Yunpeng showed a pitiful appearance.

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier, look at your fine skin and tender meat, it's like this after a little scalding, come on, Lao Wang, take Xiaoling to the infirmary."

Lao Wang hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and came over to help Ling Yunpeng go to the infirmary. Lao Wang didn't take a few steps, the warden remembered something, and called him back again: "Lao Wang, I think Xiao Ling's labor position should be changed to the infirmary, his hands are burned now, and he can't even hold chopsticks, let alone take a kitchen knife, and he can't cut vegetables anyway, so let him go to the infirmary to plaster and sweep the floor." ”

"yes, I see."

When Ling Yunpeng heard this, he was overjoyed, it seemed that this hardship was not in vain, and the goal was achieved.

"Alas, this kid is really uncomfortable." The warden looked at Ling Yunpeng's back and muttered to himself.

Lao Wang took Ling Yunpeng to the ground floor of another house, where there was a library, where prisoners could read books and newspapers; There is a prisoner's lounge where prisoners can play chess, Go, military flags, and bridge, but these things are for those high-ranking prisoners, and ordinary prisoners do not have this honor.

Lao Wang brought Ling Yunpeng into the infirmary, and it was Dr. Fan who was on duty today.

"Doctor Fan, you show him, his hand was burned by boiling water when he drank water."

Doctor Fan walked over and took a closer look at Ling Yunpeng's injury: "If you are scalded by boiling water, it will not be so red and swollen, it is already blistered." How much boiling water does it take to scald like this? ”

Dr. Fan took out a sterilized needle: "You bear with it." ”

Dr. Fan punctured the blisters on Ling Yunpeng's hands, squeezed out the blood, and then applied scald cream and bandaged them with gauze.

"Don't touch the water for these two days, otherwise it will become inflamed." Dr. Fan instructed.

Ling Yunpeng nodded, only then did he feel a terrible pain in his hand, and in order to get the warden to change his labor position to the infirmary, he had to use this bitter trick.

Lao Wang helped Ling Yunpeng to the lounge again, touched the meal just now, and found that it was already cold, so he hurriedly replaced him with a new, hot meal: "Eat, the warden has explained, let us take good care of you, let you experience the warmth of the world, change your face in the future, be a new person, and the prodigal son will not change his money." ”

Ling Yunpeng nodded at Lao Wang: "Brother Wang, thank you for taking such good care of me." ”

Lao Wang was a little embarrassed and waved his hand: "Okay, let's eat, let's eat." The warden commanded, and I could carry it. ”

After eating, Ling Yunpeng returned to cell No. 78, and everyone saw that Ling Yunpeng was full of food and drink, and that his right hand was also bandaged, and they were very envious of the good treatment he received.

"Brother Ling, are your hands okay?" Ah Hui hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a few days." Ling Yunpeng replied casually.

"I seem to smell braised pork." Ah Hui, who had a keen sense of smell, sniffed, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Ling Yunpeng with envy.

"Give." Ling Yunpeng took out a handkerchief bag from his trouser pocket and handed it to Ah Hui: "This is my filial piety to you, master." ”

Ah Hui opened the handkerchief bag and saw that it was a large piece of braised pork, and his eyes suddenly lit up, but at the same time, he found that the other people in the room also had the same light in their eyes, and Ah Hui hurriedly walked in front of He Baye.

"Eighth master, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Ah Hui flatteringly put the braised pork in the bowl of the eighth master.

He Baye smiled, took the braised pork, and then divided the braised pork into four with a spoon: "Come, everyone come and taste it." ”

"If you think it's delicious, then I'll bring you some for every meal in the future." Ling Yunpeng saw that the four people in the cell were all gobbling up, and swallowed the braised pork at once, and after eating, he still sighed, knowing that they had not known the taste of meat for a long time.

"Really? That's great, thank you, Xiao Ling. When Brother Biao heard this, he would be able to eat meat at every meal in the future, and he was very excited.

"Thank you, Xiao Ling." He Baye smiled at Ling Yunpeng: "Everyone is full of food and drink, sleep." ”

As soon as He Baye gave the order, everyone went to bed and rested quietly on the bed.