October is the time of autumn; The camp was cold because of the lack of light for many years; Lao Li Tou felt that his old cold legs were about to attack again, he had been on an errand in this kind of ghost place for a long time, there was no major problem, and the diseases of wind cold and dampness could definitely not be gotten rid of.

Estimating that the time of the shift was almost over, Lao Li Tou couldn't help but look at it, and after nearly three pillars of incense, the people who handed over the shift came.

Lao Li Tou was dissatisfied and couldn't help but complain a few words, and then said impatiently: "There is one in the women's prison, Lao Hong specially explained, this person has to be taken care of, and the meals and everything have to be arranged separately." ”

After a hurried explanation, he went out with his guy without even looking back.

Zhang Fugui didn't take this seriously, Lao Hong in Lao Li's mouth was their team leader, and he, Zhang Fugui, had always been at odds with this Hong team leader.

Since the name is to be taken care of, it must have benefited a lot from the families of the prisoners.

The oil and water went into his pocket surnamed Hong, and he didn't get half of the sweetness, but he had to take care of it according to his wishes, how could there be such a good thing in the world? So Zhang Fugui left this stubble behind in a blink of an eye.

It wasn't until the evening when he was about to put food for the prisoners that someone brought in a decent lunch box, and Zhang Fugui remembered it again.

He opened the lunch box curiously and saw that there was no shortage of fish, meat, soup, and rice; The little pickle porridge on the small table next to him was very cold compared to this.

He was originally a messenger in charge of releasing the prisoner, although he had no grade, but he had a lot of oil and water. Just because he made a little mistake, he was sent to this kind of ghost place, and he didn't see the light of day all day long, and everything was pressed by the person surnamed Hong, and there was naturally a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart.

This person, if he is not happy in his heart, he naturally does not like anything.

Looking at this rather sumptuous lunch box, Zhang Fugui couldn't help but think angrily: Dare to love a prisoner who eats better than himself.

He took all the food in the lunch box to his small table, picked up a large soup bowl, poured his small bowl of porridge into it, saw that the portion was a little smaller, and mixed some water into it, and then sandwiched a few green vegetables into it and stirred and stirred.

There is indeed a women's prison in the Huaicheng prison camp, but it is a remote place, and in order to facilitate its care, the jailers did not deliberately distinguish between male and female prisoners.

The cells were next to each other, and it was already evening, and the further inside the cells became, the dimer the light became. Zhang Fugui walked in with an oil lamp in one hand and a soup bowl in the other.

There was really one person locked up in the women's prison, and the outfit in the jinghai cloth skirt was no different from the women in the market outside.

Seeing this, Zhang Fugui suddenly felt contempt in his heart.

He opened the cell door, put the bowl of porridge on the ground casually, and shouted, "It's time to eat." ”

The woman, who had her back to him, heard the voice, turned around slowly, and glanced at the food he had brought in......

At noon, it was also sent in with a lot of fish and meat, but at this time it was clear soup and little water; Feeling a little unusual, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the prison guard standing outside.

Zhang Fugui was a little weak-hearted, and when he saw her looking at him, he couldn't help but "snort" at her fiercely: "Look at what, eat yours." With that, he locked the cell door and turned away

Xu Weiqiu sat on the ground, she was not a particular person, she could eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and she was not restricted in coarse tea and light rice.

picked up the bowl and ate the porridge one bite at a time; After eating, she silently pushed the soup bowl aside, sat for a while before getting up and walking inside, lay down on the ground with some dry straw, slowly closed her eyes, and spent the night peacefully.

The next day, Zhang Fugui came over on an errand at the hour, and as soon as he crossed the second prison gate, he was arrested by Hong Bantou who came out of the prison hall, and this person reprimanded him in front of the gatekeeper for a trivial incident a few days earlier, making his face very dull.

Zhang Fugui walked in to hand over the shift with resentment, and saw that the lunch box from last night was sent in again; Lao Li Tou casually mentioned to him, saying that this lunch box should be sent to the women's prison while it was hot.

As soon as Zhang Fugui mentioned this Hongzi, he became angry, and after Lao Li Tou left, he concocted it in the same way; As soon as he poured it into the water, he felt a foreign body sensation in his throat, he couldn't help coughing twice, looked at the bowl of soup and rice in his hand, and was still angry, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the bowl.

"It's time to eat."

Seeing the woman turn her head to look at her, Zhang Fugui grinned at her, showing a row of yellow teeth, and said pointedly:

"Eat it, don't underestimate this bowl of porridge, it's full of good things, and ordinary people can't eat it."

The jailer spoke in a strange manner, Xu Weiqiu walked closer, the hour was still early, and there was still light in the cracks in the tiles above his head.

Glancing into the bowl, there was a yellowish foreign object suspended on the soup and rice, and when she recognized what it was, her face couldn't help but change slightly, and a feeling of nausea and nausea came, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and retch.

"It's still too much to eat, do you like to eat or not, if you don't eat, you will wait to starve to death, and when you enter here, you still want to eat big fish and meat, you think it's so beautiful." Leaving these words, Zhang Fugui turned around and swaggered away.

At that time, he carried the oil lamp to the prison and walked around the narrow corridor, and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw a young man coming towards him; When the other party saw him, he stopped.

This is a prison cell, not a market outside, Zhang Fugui couldn't help but be slightly stunned. In the pale yellow light, the two looked at each other silently.

The young man in front of him has a calm bearing and is also very outstanding, but it is not difficult to see from that immature face that he is a young man about ten years old.

This is a prison camp, in addition to being heavily guarded outside, there are several impregnable prison doors, even if you are on an errand and you have to go through strict checks. can freely enter and exit this kind of place, coupled with that gorgeous costume, Zhang Fugui quickly concluded that the identity of the young man in front of him must not be simple.

His face immediately changed, and he bowed down to greet him: "Excuse me...... ...... are you? ”

"The ...... of the Prince"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Hong Bantou coming in a hurry, and came to the young man in a panic to stop him: "Lord Shizi, your status is precious, this is a filthy place, you must not go in!" ”

The young man glared at him fiercely when he heard this, and Hong Bantou quickly knelt down on his knees when he saw this.

"The little one is here to kowtow to you, please go back!" As he spoke, his head knocked on the ground.

Zhang Fugui was also panicked when he revealed his identity as a young man, and quickly bent down and knelt on the ground.

The young man was unmoved, he flicked his sleeves: "Don't talk nonsense, lead the way." As he spoke, he walked past the two of them and walked inside.

The two who knelt on the ground glanced at each other, and hurriedly chased after them, Hong Bantou cried and motioned to Zhang Fugui to light the young man with a sad face; Zhang Fugui didn't dare to walk in front of the young man, so he had to follow behind him with his waist bent, and his hand holding the oil cup stretched forward.