Chapter Eighty-Three: Reporting on "Work"

"In any case, is a good thing, save yourself from being beaten, and the great leader Chairman Mao said that if you are backward, you will be beaten. "When I woke up in the morning, I was in the bathroom on Wednesday with a mouth full of toothpaste foam, humming a little song and thinking about it.

After washing, Wednesday went straight into the observation room of the small fire. Xiaohuo is still the same as before, as if he is asleep. Looking at the conditions of the observation room, Wednesday felt that it was completely unnecessary for him to worry about whether Xiaohuo would develop bedsores, and that condition, he would not feel that it would be long to sleep for a hundred years. However, what made Wednesday feel amazing was that although Xiaohuo was lying there quietly, Xiaohuo's strength was constantly growing, even faster than before.

"Ya'er, what's going on?" Wednesday happened to see Ya'er walking by outside, and greeted by the way, this god should know these complicated things.

"What's the situation?" Ya'er seems to have been in contact with Wednesday a little bit lately, and a Northeast dialect will come out of her mouth from time to time.

"It's Xiaohuo's strength, how did it grow so fast? It seems to have grown faster than before she was injured. Said Wednesday.

"I didn't have time to cultivate before, but now I practice every day, can I not be happy?" Ya'er raised her eyelids and glanced at Wednesday, idiot.

"Isn't she unconscious?" Wednesday's big face was a little white, as if sweat was coming out.

"It's a coma, but it's another kind of coma, the kind of coma that knows everything that happens, but has no way to dominate the body. ”

"Oh oh, got it. Wednesday replied with a twitch at the corners of his mouth.

"Xiaohuo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just saw that there seemed to be a little dust on the clothes on your chest, so I'll help you clean up ......" Wednesday saw Ya'er walk over, jumped to Xiaohuo's bed in two steps, and was about to kneel.

Half an hour later, Wednesday finally walked out of the room from the small fire.

Damn, I finally explained everything. Wednesday felt more tired than fighting with that cute Mumu. God knows how much this thing did to the unconscious little fire.

"Wednesday, your uncle, if my mother can move now, if I don't grind you into caviar, I won't call Xiaohuo. Xiao Huo, who was lying there quietly, thought through gritted teeth.

"However, if I hadn't slept here, I really didn't know that this guy still had so many ideas, cowardice. Xiaohuo then laughed again.

That's how it passed, and Wednesday didn't do anything "hurtful", in fact, the main reason may be because there are a lot of cameras in Xiaohuo's room.

"I'll have to go back to the unit and take a look. "There's nothing going on in the center, and on Wednesday I finally remembered that I still have a unit.

"Director Cui. "Director Cui is the only one left in the convoy, and the drivers have already been sent out to work, and this is the scene in front of him when he wandered to the department on Wednesday.

"Xiao Zhou, what have you been busy with lately?" Director Cui asked with a smile.

"It's okay, what can I do. Wednesday replied, but this answer almost didn't choke Director Cui to death on the chair.

You're okay, you're not busy! Corey is busy with his grandson, and he can't wait to go back at night to sell his strength and quickly train the next generation to help. It's just that Director Cui can only think about it like this, the one in front of him is specially approved by the prison warden, who dares to touch the prison warden's brows, that temper, especially recently, if he reacts to this situation, it is estimated that he may have taken out his gun and shot himself twice.

"If you have nothing to do, you can rest more, and the unit is not busy. Director Cui said. Losing his conscience, Director Cui wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

"Oh, then director, you're busy, I'll go to the warden's side. Wednesday said, lifting his ass and getting ready to go out.

"Hey, Xiao Zhou, the prison warden hasn't been in a good mood lately, so be careful. Director Cui hurriedly greeted.

"Don't worry, I'll be in a good mood when I went. "Didn't look back on Wednesday.

What's the matter with this buddy, what is this, the warden is looking forward to him going?

The warden was really looking forward to going on Wednesday.

"Go out, go out, you can do everything yourself. The warden looked at Wednesday with a cigarette in his mouth, standing at the door, his hand in the pocket of his jacket, the cigarette ash on the cigarette butt had been stored more than a centimeter long, and a puff of smoke was sprayed out, and the sign on the door of the conference room prohibiting smoking was directly blocked and blurred.

That posture was obviously telling him that Lao Tzu was coming, and the idlers avoided it.

"Hurry up, let's go, Xiao Liu, just slow down, what's the ink. The prison warden looked at Xiao Liu, who was packing up materials next to him, and his voice was already soaring.

Prison warden, I won't take so many materials, you will take them later? Xiao Liu is about to cry.

"Xiao Liu, you take it slowly, don't be busy. I was in a hurry, and someone next to me patted me on the shoulder and said. As soon as he had packed up the materials he was about to take away, he was slapped on the table again.

"I'm sorry. Wednesday helped Xiao Liu push back the material that had slipped to his side.

"Are you too, menopause? At such an old age, why are you so short-tempered?" Wednesday stepped over Xiao Liu, pulled out a stool next to the prison warden, sat down, and threw a cigarette to the prison warden, and did not forget to count a few words from the prison warden. It's just that these few words went out, and the two of them didn't do much, but they scared Xiao Liu next to him enough, although it was not the first time to experience the dialogue between these two gods, but he still couldn't adapt to it.

Finally packed up his things, Xiao Liu ran out like a desperate escape.

"What's going on?" there were only two people left in the room.

"A smile is here. Said Wednesday.

"Then use it quickly. ”

"There are nine kinds of fart, what's the use of one. ”

"Oh, oh, I'm in such a hurry, I forgot about it. Where's the grass?" asked the warden.

"This situation is a bit special, and the grass melts into my blood. "Wednesday changed a cigarette and had a lighter in his hand.

"Damn! I'm going to kill you. The warden jumped straight to his feet and gritted his teeth and grabbed Wednesday's neck. People in their realm naturally know what it is like to melt into the blood, that is, they are all made by the little rabbit cub in front of them.

"Warden my ...... U...... U...... ......"Xiao Liu went and returned, and the moment he pushed the door open, he saw the scene in front of him.

"Get out!" the warden roared and could be heard throughout the administrative building.

"You let it go...... If you don't let go and smile, the grass will really be gone. Wednesday grabbed the warden's hands and craned his neck and yelled, but the voice was strangled by the hands stuck in his neck without much movement.

"Lao Tzu let go and it's gone. "The warden's appearance is to eat people.

"Lao Tzu naturally has a way to make the smile grass play its due role, and this is what the smile herb itself told me. "On Wednesday, with a little force, I broke the warden's hands.

"What the body told you?" the warden clearly didn't believe in such a thing.

"Idiot. So, Wednesday told me the general story of what had happened.

"Then what are you still rubbing around here? Don't you get out and find the rest for Lao Tzu. "Keep yelling.

"Good. "I rushed straight on Wednesday.

Damn, Xiaohuo is absolutely biological. Wednesday was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would really have to use his spiritual power.

"Do you think that thing is a big radish from your vegetable field? Wednesday stood under the administration building, stared at the warden's office and yelled, then rushed out like a 100-meter sprint.

So, on this day, everyone knew that there was a pretty powerful god who yelled downstairs, and I don't know who was yelling, but everyone seemed to have something wrong with the prison warden's eyes.