Chapter 293: Food stamps in the cell
The tall man and the other warriors in the back looked at each other and immediately reacted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info There was such a powerful ability to be their captain, even if they stayed by her side and watched the battle, they would have benefited a lot, so they shouted together: "Captain! β
The rest of the mages hesitated for a long time before they slowly followed. A group of thousands of team members surrounded Eve in the center like a moon of stars, and the resentment and anger of the past vanished.
Eve's face turned red, embarrassed to be stared at by so many people, "Oh, oh, let's go." β
"Yes!"
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Wren can be regarded as experiencing the life of a complete black prison prisoner, just like he saw yesterday, this time it is his turn to be thrown into the prison with a rope, to be honest, it is not as good as a dog.
The pace of footsteps should not be too fast, nor too slow, any more points will attract whips and beatings, and after everyone enters the room one by one, Moss leaves, and the bald head becomes the boss.
The period after the break-up was the most exciting, with a creaking sound in the distance, the worn-out wheels of the broken food truck, the old man in charge of the meal standing outside the cell, and the bald fat man hurriedly picking up a brand new bowl and going over to line up.
Wren and the others were rightfully at the bottom.
In cell 17, the status of the prisoners is ranked down according to their strength, and in fact, Wren can be in the middle and upper reaches even if he is injured. But in order to recuperate, it is best not to make extraneous branches.
I finally couldn't hold back the bald and fat breath, and if I got into trouble again, it would be in vain.
Finally, it was Wren's turn, and after a hard day's work, he had exhausted all his physical strength, his stomach was growling, and he was in dire need of energy.
"Huh?" Wren's voice was slightly surprised, the food on the dining car was different from yesterday, a layer of white rice, and there was less black debris inside. Look at the second floor, although it is still salted fish, the smallest one has a ring finger length, and the third layer is equipped with two large pots, one is green vegetables, and the other is fried meat with green vegetables.
Meat...
Vegetable...
Wren's index finger moves!
No matter how garbage the rice in the black prison is, it's better than the black sweet potato! No matter how delicious things are, you will get tired of eating too much, not to mention the unpalatable black sweet potato?
This meal was the only happy thing in the black cell, and the upper echelons also considered the hard life of the prisoners, and were afraid that they would not be able to support suicide, so they would rather let the innocent civilians eat sweet potatoes and add vegetables and meat to the prisoners.
"Come, lad, the first day was bitter." The old man who was cooking sighed.
Wren nodded honestly, "It's really bitter, it's just a human life." β
"Haha, why bother in the first place? What did you do to get in? The old man asked.
The prisoners' ears were pricked up, and they forgot to ask the new cubs what they had done, which was a great pleasure in the cell, and the bald head said, "Don't say it, let the big guy guess." Hehe... If you're right, you guys won't eat today, haha. β
"Yes, yes!" The bamboo poles clapped their hands, and the dwarf who was digging with Wren applauded happily.
The old man looked embarrassed and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm just an old man in the cafeteria, and I can't control that fat man." β
"It's fine." Wren said with a heavy heart. The prisoners scrambled to guess one by one, and said with a bald head and a fat face: "If you dare to lie and deceive us, I will find out when I go to Moss's side tomorrow to find out that you are not lying, and I will not kill you at that time!" β
The bamboo pole smiled shyly: "These few bastards don't look manly, they're thieves, right?" β
Another prisoner complained: "You don't know how to use the bamboo pole, what if you are blinded by it, what if you are a big guy?" β
"Hey, little bastard, am I right?" The bamboo pole snorted at Wren.
As soon as Wren and his party finished eating, they were snatched by their bald and fat men and placed in the middle of the crowd. The aroma of vegetables, the white rice was out of reach, and the prisoners stared at the food like wolves and tigers.
At the end of the day, everyone was hungry, and it would be nice if there were three people who contributed their share.
"That's not right." Wren shook his head with a calm face.
Another prisoner on the iron bed patted the bamboo pole on the shoulder and said, "Look at me!" I guess it's rape! Those two little white faces are good-looking, maybe they just fall in love with a certain civilian, and they don't obey them. β
"Hahaha." A string of laughter.
Wren shook his head, ignoring them. Coloros shuddered, the veins on either side of his forehead jumped, and he turned to face the wall, afraid that the dogs would see the expression on his face.
When it comes to endurance, Coloros is the worst one.
"Robbery?"
"That's not right."
"Murder?"
"That's not right."
"It's strange, I guess it offended some big guy! Now it's right, right? β
Wren shook his head.
After guessing a circle, everyone guessed all kinds of criminal behaviors, and it was not right to escape from battle, resell ice cores, and insult the examiner.
In the end, the bald head and fat spoke, and said with a wicked smile: "It's cheating, cheating in the assessment, right?" β
The last person also answered incorrectly, and Wren sighed and said indifferently: "It's all wrong, can I get my own food back?" β
After that, he stepped forward and was about to pick up the rice bowl, but at this time, his head snorted, and a thick leg full of leg hair stepped on Wren's hand and crushed it hard!
Forehead!
Wren snorted bitterly and looked down with resentment.
"What did you do to get in?"
Some were embarrassed to speak, and replied stubbornly: "Debt." β
The bald fat opened his mouth, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What?" β
Enduring the hot humiliation, Wren's voice was faintly visible, "Debt." β
After being stunned for a few seconds, the audience erupted in a burst of crazy laughter, "Hahahaha, did you hear me, he owes a debt, a debt!" The bald head and chubby laughed tears, and he held his stomach and patted the back of the bamboo pole vigorously, which shocked the latter's face pale.
The other prisoners didn't want to laugh when they saw him like this, and they also pretended to laugh, and for a while, the cell was surrounded by laughter except for the three of Wren.
After the bald head and fat laughed enough, he wiped his tears and took a salted fish from Wren's bowl, "I'm happy today, you guys will only accept one." β
Finally regaining their jobs, Wren and the others got together and began to gobble up in silence.
The old man outside the cell left after finishing his meal, and it seemed that three or four people were in charge of the food in the whole prison, and he had to rush to the next prison.
Generally speaking, the happiest time after eating is over, and the prisoners should rest and sleep, but today is different.
Everyone had a hint of anticipation on their faces, their eyes fixed on the outside of their cells, their ears pricked up to listen to the sounds, and some people spun around in circles impatiently, as if waiting for something.
Feeling uncomfortable with doubts in his heart, Wren looked at a thin prisoner next to him and walked over.
From the moment they joined the cell, he noticed this guy. He has a regular flat head, narrow eyes, and a thin body, and he doesn't know how to survive in the black prison until now.
When he woke up in the black prison the day before yesterday, it was this guy who put his arm on Wren's arm and let the bald fat man beat him severely. But Wren's afterglow happened to notice, and there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Since that time, Wren has been distracted and paid more attention to him, and finally found something. From beginning to end, whether the prisoners ridiculed or insulted Wren and others, he was all pretending, not an enemy of Wren from the bottom of his heart.
As he approached, Wren keenly noticed that his fingers trembled as if he were afraid. "Hello, my name is Wren, I see what the others seem to be waiting for?"
The man nodded, and said weakly, "My name is Beck, and they are waiting for the old dealer." β
"Sorry, what is 'laofan'?"
"The old man, the peddler." Beck smiled, "He sells some food and groceries in prison, and everyone likes him. β
Wren sighed and frowned: "But we are destitute, what do we trade with him." β
"It's a food stamp." Beck pulled out a palm-sized piece of green paper with a 10 written on it from his underwear pocket.
"This is the food stamp, every month the law enforcement team will give us some subsidies, otherwise such a difficult environment and food, no one can survive for a year. The monthly subsidy is 200 food stamps, but according to the rules, you have to pay 100 to the bald head. β
Humble humbly touched his head, "I just want to save a little more, and see my fiancΓ©e if I have the chance." β
Wren looked at him strangely, "What do you mean?" We are prisoners underground, how can we see it? β
"You don't know, there are many other functions of food stamps." Beck smiled, "When the old vendor comes, he has a specific watch in his hand, you can take a look at it then." β
Kororos noticed the conversation between the two, and when they saw that the man named Beck was good, they said happily, "What mistake did you make to come in?" Looks like a good person, huh? β
Asked about the sore spot, Beck's fists clenched, and his eyes flashed unwillingly: "I didn't commit a crime, I was framed!" β
Frame... Like Wren and the others, they were also framed. Coloros let out a long sigh and patted the latter on the shoulder, feeling a lot more favorable to this person named Beck.
"Hmph, are you still advocating being framed? If you had admitted it earlier, you wouldn't have been beaten half to death that year. Nador, I've heard of him, is a veteran hunting captain. Isn't fighting him looking for death, hehe. β
Hearing this, the bamboo pole sneered, and the other prisoner on the iron bed said unkindly: "Little bastard Beck, do you want to mix with the newcomer or what?" β
Beck was startled and quickly shook his head, "No, no, they found me first!" After speaking, he immediately distanced himself from Wren and the others and approached the prisoner's side.
Wren's brows furrowed, he could even hear Nador's name in the black prison, did he have a lot of power?
Coincidentally, it was Nador who brought Beck to prison. And in the matter of Wren's murder, the person behind Mimo is likely to be him.
Beck was far away from Wren after being said by the bamboo pole, and he didn't make eye contact.
Let's go, let's go.
There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and all the prisoners stood up in unison and gathered at the cell door to look outside, and after a while, a figure appeared pulling a small cart, and Wren looked fixedly, the man was about forty years old, and he thought that the old dealer was an old man.
The old seller has a black mole on his eyebrows, a tuft of hair, a fat head and big ears, and a beer belly. The trolley behind it is about two meters high, divided into five shelves, and there are metal partitions on both sides to prevent items from falling.
As soon as the car approached, the aroma wafted over, and Wren couldn't help but sniff hard, it was so fragrant!
"Haha, you're here, your mouth is itching a lot these days!" The bald fat laughed, it seemed that he was familiar with the old dealer, and the old dealer smiled, "Take whatever you want." β
The goods on the car were dazzling, and Wren looked at it, and his saliva almost flowed out.
A layer of toasted golden crispy loaf with ham rolled in the middle.
On the second floor, all kinds of meat, pigs, sheep and beef, are strung with strings and hung on an iron pipe, and when the car moves, all kinds of meat are shaking, making people's eyes can't help but swing with it.
The third layer, which is very good for my brother, is a few small wooden barrels, faintly exuding a rich aroma of wine.
Four layers, peanuts, edamame, chestnuts and other appetizers.
Five-layered, intricate greens with meat in them.
Goo, goo.
There was a spitting sound, the bald head and fat nose were panting, and the fingers were swinging up and down in the dining cart, "All of them!" Give me a copy of them all! β
The old seller smiled, "Okay, count your 200 catties of food stamps!" β
The two bowls snatched from Wren and the others, one full of vegetables and the other with pale yellow wine, a roasted leg of lamb in his hand, toasted bread in his mouth, and his bald head returned to the stool to eat contentedly.
The next thing he ordered was a bamboo pole, and he had a lot of money, and he asked for far less than a bald head, a piece of beef, a bowl of wine, and toast.
"Fifty pounds."
Everyone stepped forward to buy things one after another, and soon, the box containing money in the old seller's hand gradually filled up, and he smiled happily.
The sale of things in the black prison is allowed by the law enforcement team, but the time limit is strictly limited to once a week, and the old dealer has a relationship with a certain captain of the law enforcement team, so he has this good job.
He didn't have to worry about not being able to sell what he wanted to sell, even if he picked up some rags from the garbage heap outside, and sold them to the prisoners at a good price. Food stamps can be exchanged for ice cores or grain through the law enforcement team, and all the things sold by the old dealers are more than twice as expensive as the outside world, can you not be happy to make so much money?
Even if the prisoners knew they were black businessmen, they had to buy it. Otherwise, the food stamp is a piece of waste paper, and you can't spend it! To put it in one word, it's 'monopoly'.
Bald and fat, including a few prisoners on the iron bed, it was the turn of the remaining prisoners.
If bamboo poles are scarce, the prisoners are stingy.
Some only need two bowls of wine, while others cost less than 20 food stamps for a bowl of wine and a loaf of bread. As the prisoners began to buy their things, the bald and fat foremen stared coldly at the food in their hands.
"You." The bald head and chubby cracked teeth smiled: "It's so extravagant, two bowls of wine, don't you plan to divide the boss?" β
The prisoner's face changed, and he knocked his head with a smile: "Look at my memory, I forgot it, hehe, boss, please, boss, please." With that, he respectfully handed the bowl over.
The black prison is subsidized once a month, and the subsidy is 200 yuan each time. The prisoners also had to hand over a hundred to the bald head, and if he took a fancy to buy something, he had to hand it in again.
According to this calculation, there are a total of 20 prisoners in 17 rooms, and each bald and fat person receives 100, plus his own 200, and the monthly income is 2100!
This number is staggering, far exceeding the income of ordinary civilians! No wonder he buys things lavishly, four times a month, 200 at a time is only 800, and he still has more than 1,000 left!
Beck also stepped forward to buy a bowl of wine, and everyone had one thing in common: maybe some people don't buy bread, maybe some people don't buy meat, but... Wine is essential.
In the cruel, dark, hellish black prison, drinking a refreshing bowl of wine is like ascending to heaven.
Wren found that saliva kept growing in his mouth, and after swallowing, it came out again, and he couldn't swallow it all. Relaxed... Water... Beverage...
The throat is like a thirsty desert, which has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and longs for the nectar sprinkled by heaven.
"Goo, goo." The throat of the bald fat and thick neck surged, "Goo, goo." The liquor slid into his throat and into his body, his expression relaxed, and after drinking the last drop, he slapped the bowl on the ground and shouted, "Cool! β
The others followed his example, a grunt of swallowing their drinks.
"Ray, Wren."
Coloros poked him, and Wren turned his head to look, almost scared to death. Coloros opened his mouth wide, his viscous saliva dragging into a long thread and falling to the ground, his eyes distracted, and he lost consciousness staring at the drink.
The northern barbarians, brave, warlike, powerful, and drunk!
The old dealer saw his appearance and smiled: "New here, right?" Isn't it greedy? Rest assured, the subsidy will be issued next month, and you can be like them! β
Then he glanced at the bald head, "Bald, according to my rules here, you have to give me face?" β
The bald head and fat man waved his hand, "Don't worry, the person I respect the most in the cell is you, except for the law enforcement team, whatever you want." β
The old vendor nodded, hooked his finger at Wren, and motioned for him to come over.
"We don't have any money." Wren said embarrassedly.
"Haha, it's okay, my rule is to invite the newcomer for a drink! Take your bowls out! The old peddler said arrogantly.
Kororos came to his senses in an instant, and almost ran to the edge of the cell, and soon the bowls of the three were filled with wine, and the old seller gave him an extra loaf of bread. (Wren's bowl was picked up and not used by others, and there was a hole in it.) οΌ
In order not to leak too much, Wren drank it all in one gulp!
Brush...
It seems that there is a clear water paradise overhead, all the cool fairy springs are poured down, and the tired body and spirit are bathed in heaven, cool and clear...
"Cool!" Wren shouted.
The three of them all drank their drinks in one gulp, looking at the empty bowls. The old seller smiled deeply, he didn't have that much spare money to add another bowl to Wren.
"Yes." Thinking of this, Wren asked, "I heard that there are other uses for food stamps, and you are here... Looks like there's a table? β
The old seller snorted, took out a wad of paper from his bosom, pulled out one, and handed it to Wren. "It's written about the items and prices, read slowly, and then save enough food stamps to find me! Boys, I've got to go to the next cell, let's go first. β
The prisoner on the bed said with a hippie smile: "Let's go, let's go, old thing!" β
γγγ (To be continued.) )