The prison guards didn't stay long, and after the prison guards finished speaking, they took their colleagues and left. The door to Ward B was closed again, and the lights were extinguished.

In fact, the prisoners were still in excitement, and they couldn't sleep at all, but they all obediently climbed into bed, and there were still very low conversations in some cells, and from time to time there was a foul word.

I didn't talk much with the iron donkey, we all lay silently.

The rest of the night didn't go wrong, but I didn't sleep well, and I was subconsciously thinking about the prison guards.

In the second half of the night, prison guards also came to round the room and shined flashlights into our cells. I've heard this rule before, to put it bluntly, it's about checking the number of people, especially when sleeping in prison, you can't shrink your head and body into the quilt.

I didn't make any special changes, and when the flashlight came in, I waved my hand outside the cell door.

The next morning, I heard a burst of singing, which was played by the loudspeaker in the prison district, and the song was familiar to me, and it was the most dazzling national style. It's also an alarm clock, and the prisoners get up and wash.

The old cripple has reappeared, and I wonder how early this old fellow has risen? He pushed a small tin cart with our breakfast in it.

When I remembered that he was still a dung dumper, I still felt a little nervous, but I couldn't help it, and I could see that he was the one in charge of delivering meals in Prison B.

Our breakfast was not very rich, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a small plate of pickles. It's easy to say anything else, this pickle is so salty, I feel like my whole stomach is salty and almost cramping when I take a bite.

In the end, I didn't eat pickles, just porridge and steamed buns. The iron donkey ate with relish, and told me that a heavy mouth is sometimes a good thing, at least it can make people strong.

The prisoners all stood up and walked out of the prison door after eating, and they were going to get to work, and they wanted me to say that they really knew how to pretend, and they were shouting and shouting and killing last night, and now they were hanging their heads, and they all looked like they were honest.

Iron Donkey and I had no work to do, so we could only continue to wait at the cell door. After more than an hour, a prison guard came, and I saw his face, probably the first time I had met.

He told us both to pack up and go with him. But it's all polite words, where do we have anything to clean up? And as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately walked out.

The iron donkey and I had to follow closely, and we got out of Prison Zone B, and turned around again and ran to the next door.

Next door was a small house, and when I entered, I saw the severed finger guard sitting at a desk, looking through a folder.

I took a look from afar, and there were all forms on the folder. I guess it's the information assigned to the prisoners to do their work.

He first looked up at the iron donkey, pointed to a place in the folder and said, "You go to the processing workshop to grind the ball." ”

I don't know what I mean, I guess the ball he said is not an ordinary football basketball, otherwise grinding this kind of ball? Isn't it going to be broken? Maybe it's some kind of craft.

The iron donkey did not object, and took the initiative to say yes.

The Severed Finger guard looked at me again. I had discussed with the iron donkey that I was going to be assigned a place to work, so I hurriedly stared at the severed finger prison guard, and deliberately smiled at him.

What I think is that this prison guard has nothing to do with us, so there is no need to target us or make anything worse. But this guy was so annoying, he flipped a few more pages, pointed to a place and said, "That's it, you go pickle vegetables." ”

I had a feeling of disbelief, on the one hand, this result was too far from what I thought, and on the other hand, I am a big man, why should I have to pickle pickles?

I couldn't help but shake my head. The Severed Finger Prison guard noticed, and he put down the folder with great interest, and deliberately leaned forward and asked me, "You are not satisfied with my decision?" ”

I knew that if I didn't say anything at this time, I wouldn't have a chance to say it. I pointed to the iron donkey and replied to the prison guard, "I want to be separated from my fellow inmates, sir, you can help!" ”

I thought I was being honest enough, but the Severed Finger Guard laughed and said, "Do you know what equipment you're going to use to grind the ball?" Without waiting for me to answer, he continued, "That thing is called a grinder, with a grinding wheel on it, and the number of revolutions per second is fifty or sixty times, your 'buddy' is strong, it's no problem to grind the ball, your physique is too thin, don't touch the ball, but grind your fingers." ”

I didn't accept it, and I really let it go, and I flashed my muscles at the severed finger guard, which means that I can still do it.

The Severed Finger Prison guard didn't look at this at all, pointed to the ground and said, "That's it, I'm the fairest person, you do a hundred push-ups now, and then wrestle your wrists with me, if you can break me, let you go to the polishing workshop, otherwise honestly don't say so much, give me pickles." ”

This has to be replaced by an iron donkey, not to mention doing a hundred push-ups and then breaking my wrists, even if I do two hundred and then breaking them, I can also break the broken fingers of the prison guards, and the problem is that this thing falls on my head.

I couldn't do a hundred push-ups at all, and my head was big for a while.

The severed finger guard saw that I was timid, he waved his hand and said to the colleague guarding the door, "You take the fat man away, and I am responsible for taking this kid to the pickling workshop." ”

The iron donkey's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. He followed the guard.

I knew that my idea of being in a group with the iron donkey would not be realized, so I changed my mind and said that I should retreat to the next best thing, and I must not pickle pickles.

After a night's sleep last night, my neck wound recovered a bit, but it was also a little swollen.

I bared my neck for the severed finger guards to see, which means that I am injured and my body is not in good shape, can I change to a lighter job?

I didn't say why I was injured, and that's where I'm smart, and I'm sure the Severed Finger guards can guess it.

He leaned over to look at my injuries. I don't know what he thinks, his brows furrowed, and after a moment of silence, he changed another place for me, went to work in the laundry room for a few days, and recuperated by the way.

The laundry room is very close to here, right next door, and it is the neighbor of the house with the B prison area. The severed finger guards took me and went out the corner to the place of work.

There are eight drum washing machines, stacked in two tiers, four in a row. In one corner, there was a large wooden barrel one man high, full of dirty clothes and trousers, as well as an iron basin and laundry.

There was a man at work in the laundry room, an old acquaintance of mine, the old cripple. I found this cripple bastard, and there was his shadow everywhere.

The old cripple greeted me with just a few silent glances. After that, crouched in front of the four washing machines and waited.

All four washing machines are running at high speed.

The severed finger prison guard didn't have anything to explain, after all, anyone would use such a thing as a washing machine. He only told me that before dinner, I should wash the dirty clothes in that barrel with the old cripple and dry them.

I thought it was a lot of work. There is an old saying, if you hurry early, you don't rush late, and I won't be delayed, so I'll start work.

The dirty clothes in this barrel were all prisoners, and I think they decided that someone had washed their clothes anyway, and they all made them, and the clothes were dirty one by one.

In addition, in the crotch of some pants, there is still a soup that has dried up. This disgusted me the most, and I can understand what this prisoner had done when I thought about it.

I didn't have the patience or even the patience to send the pants to the washing machine one by one, I just picked up a big bundle, swished into the washing machine, threw it all over and sprinkled the washing powder, and the rest was to close the lid and open the wash!

The laundry detergent here is not a good product, I don't care, and even deliberately sprinkled more in order to be able to wash it clean.

The next thing is to wait, I wanted to talk to the old cripple, but the old man was not that interested, I said a few words to him from afar, and he didn't reply to me. In addition, the severed finger prison guard also left, and before leaving, he instructed us to be honest!

As soon as I totaled, I would like to be an old cripple and squat in front of the washing machine.

I took the time to look at my hands, I hadn't fixed my nails for a while, and I noticed that they were full of mud. It's also to blame the prison environment, it's too dirty.

I squatted and picked at my nails in order to keep my hands as fast as possible. Actually, I've thought about it enough to bite off my nails with my teeth, but my hands with short nails sometimes make me feel bad when I grasp or hold something.

I was in the heat of picking at the mud when two people slipped in outside.

These two people were very polite, one of them had a very nasal voice, and shouted at the old cripple, "You old lame, get out, uncle has to do something." ”

The old cripple was frightened, quickly stood up, and limped away. And when I looked back, my head buzzed, and my heart said badly, why did he come?

I wanted to get up and run away, but the two of them didn't give me a chance, and they ran over one after the other and grabbed me like a pie.