"Hurry up. All the weeds in this plantation must be cleared today! Aren't you guys very good at fighting? Then use all the fighting strength for me to hoe the grass! Damn, another person died today, if I let me know who killed him, I would definitely skin him and cramp! Don't hurry up and work for Lao Tzu!! ”

Behind him came the disgruntled roar of the reformer, and the whip in his hand was occasionally whipped on the prisoners who were lazy and did not work, causing the whole plantation to resonate with a scream. I don't know if Fan Wei's hand last night shocked these reformers, or if they had an instinctive fear of He Qiushui, so in this section of He Qiushui's weeding, not only did the reformers not patronize it, but the leather whip would not fall on anyone here, which was very pleasant.

The bosses who can go into the plantation to hoe weeds are obviously the most powerful bosses in this Jinshan Road prison, which is why they have such a simple job, but even so, they have to remove the weeds themselves to help the fruit trees here grow better. Compared to those jobs that are assigned to work in the mines, where their lives are in danger at any time, their work is obviously the best, it is simply easy and not dangerous.

While hoeing the grass, Fan Wei's eyes paid attention to He Qiushui, who was not too far away from him. At this time, He Qiushui was very serious about hoeing weeds, and even he seemed to be particularly interested in certain weeds, which made Fan Wei a little surprised, could it be that this guy was really a poison made of weeds? But if that's the case, then what is that needle-like item he just took out?

After about three hours of work, it was only after noon that the renovators shouted for everyone to stop work temporarily. At this time, some bigwigs who had a good relationship with the reformers ran over and asked for a cigarette with a smile, as for the other prisoners, they didn't have this kind of treatment, and it was already good to be able to drink saliva. Prisons are like this, sometimes the reformers have to rely on these bigwigs inside to help subdue these prisoners, after all, the reformers are pitiful compared to the large number of prisoners.

The reformers swore that everyone had no lunch, but when everyone sat down to rest, they still gathered a dozen prisoners to move the food off the truck, and everyone began to consciously wait in line for food. Fan Wei stood up, he took the bald head and they just walked over and wanted to line up, but found that the prisoners who were originally queuing up consciously got out of the way and directly made way for him.

Fan Wei couldn't help but chuckle, it seemed that after he showed his hand with the bald heads just now, he seemed to have won the respect of these prisoners, and now they are all powerful people, and they can enjoy the same treatment as those bosses. Since the prisoners took the initiative to get out of the way, Fan Wei was not hypocritical, and walked directly to the meal point with their bald heads, took over the prepared meals from the reformers, found a corner and squatted and began to eat.

"Boss, it looks like they're afraid of us, huh? Hehe, even let us eat first. The bald head smiled proudly, squatted on the ground and devoured the food, too, they didn't get a good nutritional supplement at all in the past two days, and they walked so many ways and killed so many people, even if they only had some rice balls and vegetable soup without much oil and water in their hands, it was obviously a delicacy.

While eating, Fan Wei's eyes were still looking around, and soon his eyes locked on He Qiushui, who was squatting alone eating on the other side. He nibbled on the rice balls casually, but his other hand seemed to be rummaging through the weeds he had just collected. It seems that he really has research on these weeds?

After eating, the renovators asked everyone to hoe the grass again. At this time, He Qiushui was carrying a small bamboo basket full of weeds in his hand and asked to go to the toilet. Without thinking about it, the renovator agreed, there was no toilet in this plantation, and he had to go to it naturally away from the crowd to avoid the stench. All the prisoners and reformers didn't take He Qiushui's request seriously, this person naturally has to eat, drink and Lazar, normal physiological needs! What's more, the plantation is surrounded by a high-voltage power grid and guarded by heavily armed guards at the door, so there is no need to make a fuss about it.

However, only Fan Wei felt that something seemed to be wrong. It's just a toilet trip, is it necessary to bring a bamboo basket with weeds? That weed is not gold, and you are afraid that someone will steal it?

He always felt that there seemed to be some secrets hidden in this He Qiushui. The mysterious needle he was holding in his fist always gave Fan Wei a familiar feeling, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, Fan Wei also told the renovator next to him that he had a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet after He Qiushui left the crowd, so he quietly left the crowd and walked quietly in the direction of He Qiushui.

Gradually, leaving the crowd, Fan Wei quietly advanced on the east side of the plantation. Surrounded by tall fruit trees, he was well disguised for his figure. It's just that the scope of this plantation is too big, so he didn't find He Qiushui after looking for a long time.

"Strange, where is this guy hiding, and he can't find anyone?" Fan Wei faced this dense and vast plantation, and he was really out of shape for a while, just as he was about to return in vain, he suddenly heard a slight sound not far away!

There's movement! Fan Wei's eyes lit up with excitement, and he hurriedly and cautiously leaned against the fruit tree towards the place where the sound came from, until he came to a dense fruit tree full of leaves, and found that he could no longer walk. Because this dense leaf obscures the body, if you want to continue to advance, you must make a noise, and then you will naturally reveal your whereabouts.

After thinking about it, Fan Wei patted his head and secretly scolded himself for being stupid enough, and he didn't even know how to use such a good voyeur weapon as a golden needle. He hurriedly conveyed the order to the golden needle, and soon a golden arc was drawn, and the golden needle quickly passed through the dense fruit grove and came to the area where the sound had just been made. After not looking for long, Fan Wei saw He Qiushui, who was half-sitting under the fruit tree and smashing the weeds piled between his legs with stones, and he ordered Jin Zhen to zoom in on the camera to see what he was doing.

Soon, a very clear picture appeared in Fan Wei's mind. He Qiushui was sweating profusely at this time, holding stones to smash the weeds he had just hoeed, and with the other hand, he skillfully wrapped the smashed weeds together, and then continued to smash them with stones, and the cycle continued. Now Fan Wei understood that the sound just now was made by He Qiushui when he smashed the stones.

What made Fan Wei feel strange was that what He Qiushui was trying to do by smashing these weeds so badly? Could it really be that he could make poison out of weeds in proportion, as the prisoners had said? But seeing He Qiushui smashing these weeds in such a chaotic manner in front of him, he really didn't have the demeanor of the legendary drug master?

With the confusion in his heart, Fan Wei decided to continue to observe, He Qiushui will definitely have the next move. Sure enough, when He Qiushui smashed all the weeds in the bamboo basket and gathered them together, he stopped what he was doing at this time, stood up and rubbed his somewhat sore waist, and at the same time turned his head to look around vigilantly. After seeing that there was no movement around, he squeezed the completely rotten weeds that had been smashed with both hands, and dripped all the juice from the weeds onto a palm-sized fruit leaf. After he exhaled deeply, he tossed the dried weeds, and then his right hand touched the hair on the back of his head.

"This ...... This is ......" Fan Wei's eyes widened, and the next scene in his mind made him full of incomparable shock and incredulity! It was at this moment that he finally understood why he saw the needle in He Qiushui's fist just now so familiar!