When the meal was served, Fang Xiaobao finally understood the meaning of what Ah Ghost said, life is very hard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One nest head per person, a glass of water.

The head of the nest is half the size of a fist, hard as a stone, and can be swallowed in one bite. The water is astringent and hard to swallow, and there is little pitiful.

The diet is extremely poor, and it can be said that it can only barely survive without starvation.

I saw the guys around me, breaking open the nest like a baby, chewing slowly little by little, as if enjoying the supreme deliciousness. Fang Xiaobao sighed in his heart, this day ...... It's bitter indeed!

Ah Ghost came over and gave him his rations, saying that it was for Fang Xiaobao to replenish his body.

Lion's head, mantis man, big rat...... Even the bald old man who was called the Sage Lord by the prisoners here, took out his own rations and gave them to Fang Xiaobao.

"Child, you are still very weak and must get better as soon as possible...... Otherwise, you'll have a hard time getting through! The sage looked at Fang Xiaobao, as he had seen it at first sight, his eyes were full of amiability.

For some reason, for this old Fang Xiaobao, he was full of respect and was willing to be close to each other.

"I'm not hungry yet."

Fang Xiaobao smiled and declined. He knew in his heart that these nests, which looked like pigs didn't eat, were the food rations for the survivors of the prisoners held here.

A scrawny guy must be hungry every day. Fang Xiaobao was really a little unbearable and ate their only food.

"The owner."

Ma Wenfang's father and daughter arrived. took out his rations and handed them to Fang Xiaobao. In their words, it doesn't matter if you were full before you got off the boat, and now you are not hungry, or even if you don't eat for a day or two.

Fang Xiaobao didn't shirk this time. Picking up the heads of their father's and daughter's nests, he smiled and said to the sage, "My lord, I have enough of these nests. ”

"It's fine." The sage smiled and nodded.

No matter how difficult the food was to eat, Fang Xiaobao still gritted his teeth and ate it all. He knew that he was very weak and had to eat something to get better as soon as possible.

After lunch. Everyone sleeps.

The bitter kiln is located in the belly of the mountain and has a large area. Outside is the event venue. There are also two caves inside, one for sleeping and the other for Lazar to use the toilet.

Less food. Minimize physical exertion, this is the consensus of all survivors. Under normal circumstances, they sleep day and night, but today because of the arrival of Xinding, this is the collective welcome.

It's just that the way of welcoming is a little special. Fang Xiaobao and Ma Wenfang's father and daughter were all scared.

On the surface, the survivors here are still very united, and there is no bullying and oppression. In Fang Xiaobao's opinion, this is inseparable from the sage.

When I came to the dormitory, there were hundreds of square meters of caves. The floor was still covered with wooden planks, and there were a lot of tattered clothes piled up on both sides, which were the beds.

Ah Ghost was very enthusiastic and gave his bed to Fang Xiaobao. When I went to sleep, a foul smell filled the air, coming from the tattered clothes that lay under me.

Fang Xiaobao pinched his nose and lay down. The environment is poor, which is to be expected. Even drinking water is not guaranteed, let alone washing clothes and bathing.

When you go to sleep. He took a closer look, and he was afraid that there were no more than sixty or seventy prisoners imprisoned in the No. 2 bitter kiln. Among them, the alienated relics occupy the main body, and the hidden relics include him and Ma Wenfang's father and daughter, and there are only seven.

In addition, there were very few elderly people, except for the sage lord, there were only three or two. Most of them were young and strong, both men and women, sleeping together on 'big beds' made of wooden clothes.

There are quite a few children, too. Wanwan was arranged in it, sleeping with a dozen or so bereaved children.

Maybe it was because he didn't adapt to the environment when he first arrived, or maybe like Fang Xiaobao, he was smoked by the stench emitted by the cushion, and he couldn't fall asleep, with his little hands on his cheeks, and his big black eyes looked at Ma Wenfang who was lying not far away.

After experiencing so many things along the way, Ma Wenfang didn't have the heart to sleep peacefully, seeing her daughter looking at her, she got up and walked over, and went outside with her daughter in her arms.

And that's just the beginning!

Fang Xiaobao sighed secretly in his heart, imprisoned in this dark bitter kiln, he couldn't eat enough, he couldn't dress warmly, and his days were boring and boring. It's hard to imagine how the bereaved prisoners around them managed to hold on.

Escape! You have to find a way to escape!

Fang Xiaobao sat up, his eyes revealing a touch of firmness. He was not willing to be imprisoned here forever until he died of old age. From the moment I was escorted to Alcatraz, I had this thought.

At that time, only Ma Wenfang's father and daughter were accompanied, and there were few people who were lonely, so they could only think about it. Now that I am being imprisoned in the kiln, there are prisoners everywhere, and there are many people with great strength, so you can think about it, how to get out of here?

Every time he thinks about something, Fang Xiaobao has to smoke. At this moment, it is no exception, and he subconsciously touches his arms.

One touch and one empty. It didn't matter, he turned to his crotch and pulled out a pack of paper cigarettes.

When he got off the boat, Fang Xiaobao didn't bring anything, so he took a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into his crotch. After landing on the island, although the sergeant searched his body, he did not find the paper cigarette hidden in the crotch of his pants.

Now it comes in handy. He opened the cigarette, touched one in his mouth, and was about to get over it. Unexpectedly, he then smiled wryly.

There is no more embarrassing thing in life than smoke and no fire.

When he got off the boat, he touched a pack of cigarettes, but he forgot to bring a lighter.

"Brother, you have a cigarette!"

Just when Fang Xiaobao was secretly annoyed, a voice came from the side, and a lion's head poked over. Then a ghost, a mantis man, and a mouse face ...... The guys who had been sleeping soundly all woke up at the moment, salivating and coming around.

Including the sage who slept at the top, also sat up.

"There is smoke but no fire." Fang Xiaobao smiled awkwardly.

"Fire, this is easy to solve."

The lion's head, who was sleeping next to him, turned around and roared at the back: "Red wolf, you kid come here!" ”

"Come on, come on."

A red-haired young widow walked briskly, crouched down, tore a strip of cloth from the mat, and then stretched out his right hand.

Although the light in the bedroom was dim, Fang Xiaobao could clearly see that this guy's hands were like animal claws, hairy, and the tips of the claws were three inches long, glowing with a dark red glow.

"The red wolf has a fire-based talent, and although it is suppressed, his claws are still flammable!" The lion's head is on the side. The young remnant, named Red Wolf, began to wrap the strip of cloth around one of the claws, and then slammed into the ground.

Drill wood for fire!

Fang Xiaobao looked at it and understood it. The ground was covered with wooden planks, and this guy called the red wolf used his claws to wrap strips of cloth and rub wood to make fire.

You can come up with this idea. Fang Xiaobao admired it very much. But at the same time, there are also doubts, the environment in the bitter kiln is humid, and the wooden boards are wet, even if the guys are ready, I'm afraid it is not so easy to make a fire.

His fears were clearly unnecessary. Under the desperate drilling of the red wolf's paws, in just two or three seconds, the smell of burnt paste came out, and the strip of cloth had already flashed sparks.

Sigh!

The red wolf seems to be a veteran. He pulled out his claws and blew at the strip of cloth. As soon as the 'Peng' sounded, the entire strip of cloth immediately lit up an open flame and illuminated the surroundings.

"There's fire, there's fire."

The lion's head and a group of relict prisoners, all smiling. Then he looked at the paper cigarette in Fang Xiaobao's hand, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Brother, I'll do the most, give a cigarette ...... It's okay if you don't make half a branch! The guy named Red Wolf was not afraid of being hot, he picked up the burning cloth strip with his paws, and sent it to Fang Xiaobao with a flattering face.

Fang Xiaobao leaned over and lit a paper cigarette. After taking a deep breath, there was a big dragon and a smoke ring spitting out.

The guys next to him twitched their noses one by one, sniffing the smoke, and revealing a salivating look. However, none of them came to grab it.

Fang Xiaobao's performance was very interesting. took out another cigarette, and then gave all the remaining paper cigarettes to Ah Ghost and asked him to share them with everyone.

"Each of my four heavenly kings has two, and the remaining five brothers draw one!"

"Well, I agree with the distribution method of the Wild Lion!"

"Holy! Smoking is also assigned by level, so make no mistake! ”

"You are talented, but you are imprisoned in the bitter kiln, and the birds don't care!"

A bunch of guys are arguing over the distribution of paper cigarettes. Fang Xiaobao didn't bother to care, he barely stood up, and walked towards the sage with his body dangling.

Although Wowotou is unpalatable, it can be regarded as food and can replenish physical strength. After resting for a while, Fang Xiaobao's body recovered a little at the moment, and there was no problem in walking a few steps.

Coming to the sage's side, Fang Xiaobao sat down, lit the paper cigarette in his hand, and handed it to the other party.

The sage was not polite, and took it and smoked. Looking at this posture of swallowing clouds and spitting fog, he was definitely an old smoker before.

"It's been a long time since I smoked ...... I almost forgot what paper cigarettes tasted like! ”

I took most of it in one go. The sage looked at Fang Xiaobao and gave such a sentence with a smile. From his tone, Fang Xiaobao heard emotions such as sadness, pain, and unwillingness.

"How long?" He asked curiously.

The sage squinted his eyes and took another sip, thought for a moment and said, "I was captured in the thirteenth year of Yonghe and sent to Alcatraz Island!" ”

Thirteen years of Yonghe!

Fang Xiaobao was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth after hearing this. After being in the imperial capital for so long, I have a basic understanding of the situation in the ancient dynasty. Starting from the ancestral emperor, after eight generations, the era name is used from generation to generation. Take today's ancient emperor as an example, the day he ascended the throne is known as the first year of Yongxing. And the era name of Yonghe, if I remember correctly, should be the grandfather of the current ancient emperor, the reign of the sixth ancient emperor.

Spanning three generations. In Fang Xiaobao's heart, it was estimated that the sage in front of him had been imprisoned for at least seventy or eighty years.

"Eighty-three years!" The sage gives accurate figures. You sighed, full of bitterness and bitterness.

"Then you ...... now" Fang Xiaobao couldn't help but want to inquire about this age.

"I'm almost one hundred and twenty years old!" The sage said with a smile.

The life span of a human being can be 100 years. But there are only a handful of people who can really live this long. Looking at the old birthday star in front of him, he was nearly one hundred and twenty years old, and his body was still very healthy. Fang Xiaobao sincerely admired.

It is very unimaginable that such a harsh environment can live for so long!

"After all these years, I don't know how many old friends I have sent away...... And I, old and not dead, is so tired to live! The sage sighed faintly. For ordinary people, a long and wonderful life, for him...... It's a painful ordeal. If it weren't for the obsession, or the hope of survival, he wouldn't want to endure it anymore.

I saw that the old man looked lonely and couldn't tell how sad and sad he was. Fang Xiaobao was silent for a long time, and then asked again: "For such a long time, haven't you thought about it, Lord Sage...... Get out? ”

"Run?"

The sage shook his head after hearing this, "When I was first imprisoned, everyone wanted to escape. However, when you actually put it into action, you will find that you want to escape...... It's hard to climb! ”

"Why?" Fang Xiaobao asked again. He wanted to find out the specific reasons, and only then could he analyze and judge and formulate the best escape plan.