The area of this prison factory is not too large, about 300 square meters, and most of the houses are brick and concrete structures, but the middle wall is opened.

There are more than 80 spinning wheels neatly placed in the whole factory, and all the veteran prisoners of the Yizi Prison sit behind the spinning wheels and start to operate, while the newcomers and unskilled prisoners stand behind the journeymen to observe.

As the spinning machines began to run, the whole room was covered with a loud noise, and the foreigners sitting behind each spinning wheel quickly took out the cotton they had prepared and stuffed it into their ears.

Geng Chaozhong stood behind the spinning wheel with a dull gaze, watching "Sweet Potato Liu" skillfully step on and down, and then mechanically fill the spinning wheel with cottonseeds next to him. On the wooden arm of the spinning wheel, there were dark red spots, Geng Chaozhong didn't know what it was, but his intuition told him that it was definitely not paint.

This is the life of all female textile factory workers in this era, in fact, the biggest danger comes from the bullet knife on the leather roller, once the spring knife falls off, the female worker in front of the textile machine is the end of five steps of blood splashing, so each operator has to stare at the knife with the afterglow, once the bullet knife is loose, must be quickly avoided.

But how easy is that? Not to mention that after being engaged in such a boring exercise for a long time, the whole person has long lost any sensitivity in countless mechanical repetitions. This kind of work is even more mentally exhausting than physical exertion for people, and it is natural to understand when you think about the twelve consecutive jumps of Futu (tu) Kang in later generations.

Geng Chaozhong's heart was barren, the freshness of just entering the prison was gone, thinking that he would have to engage in this kind of activity in prison day after day in the future, Geng Chaozhong wanted to stick his head under the flick knife and live his life now.

Geng Chaozhong suddenly understood Boss Zhu's intentions, for a so-called cultural person with a certain education, the torture of this environment can really be said to be worse than death, and this is just the beginning, thinking of this, Geng Chaozhong couldn't help but stomp the damn Zhu Fat Man dozens of times in his mind, until it was broken and could not be broken anymore.

Zhu Muyun, who was sitting in the police station drinking tea, suddenly shuddered, and he seemed to feel a deep malice coming from an unknown place. Then a smile appeared on Zhu Fatzi's smooth round face: Boy, how long do I think you can last?

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Geng Chaozhong was already unsteady, even if he stood in a military posture for five hours in a row when he was in the military academy, he was not so tired, especially the huge noise coming from the spinning wheel in front of him, which made people have the urge to wipe their necks and commit suicide.

Geng Chaozhong suddenly realized the feelings of the two little demons beside Tang Seng in the Journey to the West.

A strong desire germinated from the depths of Geng Chaozhong's heart, and soon grew into a towering tree.

Lao Tzu is going out!

I don't want to stay in this hellish place for a moment!

At this moment, a textile machine in front of Geng Chaozhong made a buzzing sound, followed by a terrible scream.

"Ah!!!!!h

Geng Chaozhong clearly saw that the person in front of him fell to the ground like a piece of wood, and then a cold light slashed diagonally and smashed onto the spinning machine operated by Sweet Potato Liu, who jumped away from the seat as if he had been electrocuted, and lay on the ground within 2 seconds.

Geng Chaozhong's reaction was faster, he immediately lay on the ground, through this spinning machine, he clearly saw that the prisoner in front of him was rolling on the ground with his left shoulder, his throat let out a series of roars that did not look like a human voice, and his left arm stopped not far away, blood splattered out from his fingers like a fountain, and there were red blood stains everywhere on several spinning machines and the ground around him!

Geng Chaozhong finally understood what the dark red on the textile machine was!

It was a blood speck of the blood of the prisoners of this prison factory for thirty years!

Geng Chaozhong lay on the ground, retching non-stop, and the little cabbage soup he ate for lunch had already been digested without a trace, only green gastric juice gushed out of his mouth.

The surrounding prisoners seemed to have long been accustomed to such scenes, and they avoided the unlucky man from afar, and watched him roll on the ground in despair with cold eyes.

"My hand, !!"

The man seemed to have forgotten about the pain, and he cared more about his own arm, which was destined to be doomed to him.

A few foreigners behind him walked over slowly, skillfully pressed him to the ground, and then took out the strips of cloth that had been prepared to stop the bleeding on him. A few more foreigners came up with a stretcher, lifted up the poor man who had lost his arm in front of him, and then picked up the arm that had fallen beside him, and handed it to the man on the stretcher, who looked at the man who had helped him pick it up with gratitude, and then hugged the fallen arm tightly with the only remaining arm, as if holding his own child.

Several foreigners unanimously made a cross on their chests and left the scene.

Geng Chaozhong slowly got up from the ground, while the sweet potato Liu next to him looked at Geng Chaozhong with strange eyes, he didn't understand how this "leopard head" who looked fierce and vicious, and could subdue the most famous Japanese in prison, Beichuan, could be frightened by this little scene in front of him.

Geng Chaozhong glanced at Sweet Potato Liu with the same strange eyes, and Sweet Potato Liu shuddered smartly, no longer spoke, but continued to sit obediently in front of the spinning machine.

Behind me, I remembered the voice of the fat-faced prison guard Gong Shouping:

"Boy, slowly you'll get used to it."

The whole factory quickly returned to calm, and the sound of crunching spinning wheels masked everything, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Geng Chaozhong subconsciously glanced at the corner where Liu Zhixun was.

Liu Zhixun leaned against the corner of the wall on crutches, his indifferent eyes, deep nasolabial folds, and pursed lips, without pity or surprise, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of thing.

I don't know why, Geng Chaozhong's heart also began to be still......

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The long five hours had finally passed, and everyone walked out of the factory that had finally become quiet with tired steps, and the setting sun shone obliquely on the roof of the factory, red as blood.

Geng Chaozhong walked silently on the way back to prison, everything today gave him too much shock, and he was powerless to complain.

He finally understood how perfect the place he lived in his previous life was, and he finally understood why so many people were willing to shed their blood for a better future, they may have different political opinions, and even kill each other, but they should all have the same dream in their hearts.