() Sitting on the bunk, staring blankly at a cigarette in his hand, facing the envious eyes of more than a dozen people around him. Bai Chi was speechless for a long time, remembering Wu Zi's words just now:

"It's okay to make an exception and give you a cigarette today, but you have to know that in this cell, matches are more valuable than cigarettes, so you have to find a way to use the fire yourself."

"I want to figure it out on my own? What can I do? Why don't you just stop beating me? Do you think I'm a fool? What else can I do in this cell except for the flooring and reinforced concrete?"

Bai Chi thought depressedly.

"Idiot, how about we discuss it?"

While Bai Chi was looking at a cigarette in his mouth in a daze, the guy named Lu Zhigao sitting next to him glanced around secretly, gently nudged Bai Chi with his elbow, and said with a sly look on his face.

"What to discuss?"

Bai Chi looked sideways strangely. It seemed to him that he was penniless. Apart from a piece of sweaty clothes and a pair of pants without a belt, he didn't know what else to discuss.

Lu Zhigao looked at Baichi who was full of doubts, turned his eyes and stared at the cigarette on Baichi and said

"I haven't smoked a cigarette for a month. I will be responsible for lighting the cigarette for you later. You leave one third of the cigarette butt for me? How about this? This discussion is still possible?"

Hearing Lu Zhigao say this, Bai Chi couldn't help but feel a little strange and asked:

"No? You've been here for a month and haven't had a cigarette? Didn't they give it to you in front?"

Lu Zhigao's eyes dimmed and he said softly

"I am an orphan. No one comes to see me during the monthly reception, and no one gives me money. So I have nothing but some prison food here. Cigarettes are only available to the seven or eight people in front of me.

Welfare must be provided by the family if they have money, or they can control the situation like the uncle and the third uncle. Otherwise, where would there be cigarettes? "

"You stinky boy, prison food is delicious but hard to make in prison. Please be careful from now on, stinky boy! If you are wise, leave a third of it for me later."

While Lu Zhigao and Bai Chi were talking, the wretched man squatting in the general building stared at the cigarette in Bai Chi and interrupted fiercely.

Bai Chi looked at the wretched man with some disgust, turned his head and ignored him. Bai Chi also hated to see such a person. After thinking for a while, he said to Lu Zhigao

"You make the fire, and I'll give you half of it later."

"Hey, it's a deal!"

Lu Zhigao responded happily when he heard this, and quickly took out a strand of cotton wool from his pocket. Then he carefully scraped a little lime powder from the wall with his fingernails and wrapped it in the cotton wool. He rolled it into a cylindrical shape, and then

He said:

"Tell Third Master to light a fire."

When Wu Zi heard this, he looked at Bai Chi, a smile flashed across his fleshy face, and nodded.

Seeing Wu Zi nodding, Lu Zhigao hurriedly walked quietly to the floor and picked up a pair of white-soled cloth shoes. He wiped the hard rubber soles of the cloth shoes with his sleeves. Then he placed the kneaded cotton wool on the ground and put it in with a sleeve.

Inside the shoe, the cotton wool was pressed down and the stick was rubbed vigorously.

Bai Chi watched in stunned silence as Lu Zhigao's movements became faster and faster, as if he was rubbing the soles of his shoes desperately, and thought to himself:

"What is this? Is it the legendary method of making fire by drilling wood? Or is it called: friction and fire? Damn, I really learned a lot today. Can you come up with such a primitive method? It seems that human wisdom is infinite.

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The fierce Lu Zhigao stopped, picked up the cotton wool stick that had been rubbed black, ran to Bai Chi and gently tore the two halves apart, saying

"Idiot, come here with the cigarettes and prepare some."

Hearing this, Bai Chi quickly held the cigarette in his mouth and moved it over. Lu Zhigao blew gently on the torn cotton wool twice, and immediately a trace of green smoke came out, and then a burst of fire.

Bai Chi quickly aimed at the fire and inhaled fiercely. After a while, a strong fragrance with a hint of green smoke floated between Bai Chi's mouth.

Maybe it was because he hadn't smoked for two days. After taking two big puffs, Bai Chi felt a little dizzy. He handed the lit cigarette to Lu Zhigao and said:

"Here, you smoke first and leave some for me later."

Lu Zhigao happily took the cigarette and said

"Thank you, brother."

When Bai Chi was sitting there savoring the smell of smoke in his mouth, he found that besides himself and Lu Zhigao, there were about ten people sitting on the left looking at Lu Zhigao with envy on their faces.

Just grab the cigarettes from Zhigao.

At this time, Bai Chi vaguely felt that life in the prison cell was really difficult. In addition to helping people lose weight, it might also help people quit smoking. I wonder if it would be possible to open a smoking cessation center like this? If so, I guess it would be possible.

Those who have quit smoking will definitely chase you for ten streets when they come out.

Looking back at Lu Zhigao, Bai Chi felt that his thoughts could no longer keep up with his eyes. It seemed that Lu Zhigao only saw the smoke he inhaled and not the smoke he exhaled. But the intoxicated look on his face was definitely not the lungs.

There is something wrong or there is a hole in it.

"Lu Zhigao, um, don't you spit it out when you smoke?"

Hearing Bai Chi's words, Lu Zhigao rolled his eyes, closed his eyes in a daze, and thought about it for a long time, and then said

"I couldn't bear to spit it out. A puff of cigarette is so expensive that I swallowed it all."

Looking at Lu Zhigao as if he were a monster, Bai Chi was speechless for a long time. Could this be his life from now on? Isn't this a death-defying rhythm? It's just a cigarette, is there any need to be so frugal?

He took a deep breath and handed the small half of the cigarette to Bai Chi. Lu Zhigao snorted and said:

"This is a shop, and everything inside is valuable. Not to mention cigarettes, even a needle can be sold for ten yuan. Do you know how much the two packs of cigarettes that the beautiful lady threw in just now cost?"

Bai Chi took a puff of cigarette and imitated swallowing it, but as soon as he heard the word "beauty", his eyes were filled with tears. He wiped the gum from the corners of his eyes and asked:

"How much does it cost? We only sell it for five yuan a pack on the street in Yaodian Town. Does it cost ten yuan here? That's too expensive."

"Ten dollars? Humph!"

Lu Zhigao snorted coldly, looked around, leaned close to Bai Chi's ear, and whispered:

"A pack costs 100 yuan. What we smoke now is only five yuan."

"Hiss...one...one hundred? Are you scaring me? Twenty times more?"

Bai Chi stared at Lu Zhigao, he couldn't believe it. The cigarettes in the prison cell were so expensive.

While Bai Chi and Lu Zhigao were chatting softly, the wretched man squatting in the general building stared at Bai Chi who had burned the butt of his cigarette, swallowed it in his throat, and said with a hint of flattery.

"Well, brother, how about you give me two puffs of that cigarette butt? You are wasting it. I have a better way than this. How about you turn one cigarette into three? Give me two puffs and you can smoke it.

The next time there are cigarettes, I will just take two puffs, and the rest is yours."

Bai Chi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. Although he was a little disgusted with this wretched man, he couldn't help but be curious and said

"Are you a magician? If you turn my cigarette butt into an unsmoked one, I will believe you."

"...!"

The wretched man was immediately stunned.

ps: Ballet has participated in the Urban Essay Contest and needs all kinds of support! This is the first time I have spoken. If you like it, don’t be stingy. Wave your tickets high and knock me out! I like being hit so much.
Chapter completed!