() Another day has passed in the blink of an eye. There is always not enough time in the prison cell. After sleeping, I get up and wait for food. After eating, I look forward to the next meal. After finishing the next meal, I look forward to dinner. These are all hungry.

ah!

To be honest, Baichi usually thinks that he is frugal when he is outside because he has to support his sister's schooling. But when he came here, he realized what frugality is. A piece of white rice looks like three ounces, but he just can't eat enough.

What? Because there is no oil or water in the stomach.

The dishes for the three meals a day are also varied. In the morning, it is salted radish, at noon, it is boiled radish, and in the evening, it is boiled radish. If you don’t taste it carefully, you really can’t tell that there is salt in it. Really

This is the true meaning of making rough dishes carefully!

As for the oil, the detention center in China probably gave it away in a very humane way for the health of the detainees in order to avoid diarrhea. After all, we drink tap water flowing out of the pipe every day, so we still need to pay attention to hygiene.

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After breakfast, everyone in the cell was given a cigarette. Bai Chi was more generous than Shandao in this regard. In his opinion, they were all miserable people, and cigarettes might be the only comfort in the cell.

It is acceptable to smoke for the people below from time to time. But Baichi himself smoked the trumpet that Wang Heping carefully concocted. I don’t know why, but Baichi just likes the taste.

With a trumpet in his mouth and humming an old song from a long time ago, Bai Chi sat in the first position near the iron gate.

"I was holding the steamed buns... there was not a drop of oil in the dish... Ever since I said goodbye to you... I went to the prison building... I couldn't stop crying.

....."

The detainees in Cell 308 rarely made any noise. They sat quietly on the bunks and listened to Bai Chi humming softly. The sad voice echoed in the cell... Feng Deyi means

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The second-tier old man was still sitting there flipping through the newspaper without raising his eyes. Wu Zi didn't know if he was infected recently, so he took the wretched Wang Heping there to study the secret of rolling a trumpet.

People gathered in a circle near the general building. Among them were Wei Dongshan, the former fourth grader and now the fifth grader, the tall and round man who robbed the bank for his daughter, Lu Zhigao, Zhou Dongsheng, and Wei Jiabao. Several people also

He was mumbling something somewhere, and from time to time a few malicious glances glanced at Bai Chi, who was leaning against the wall and humming a tune.

The whole cell was filled with a strange atmosphere, which seemed a bit depressing. In fact, Bai Chi was not a fool. He had been squatting there for more than twenty days. Bai Chi saw the little actions of those people, but he did not point them out.

He wanted to see what was going on in the prison cell fighting for power. Could it be by fists? That would be simple. But if there was too much movement, would it attract the attention of the detention center? Or make it difficult for Deng Chao? These are all

What Bai Chi could not have predicted.

Looking up at the coaster that seemed to be fine, Bai Chi couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his naivety in the past. How could a gangster tell you anything about morality? Isn't it true that the gangster's rise to power relies on betrayal and blood?

Does it take hard work to get to the top?

Many gangster brothers appear to be bold and responsible people on the surface, but secretly they betrayed many brothers to get that position? It’s so ridiculous that I actually call him brother sincerely, thinking that it’s really

A friend worth keeping.

Thinking of this, Bai Chi's eyes turned to Wu Zi and Wu Dong. He couldn't tell the truth about Wu Zi's character, but Bai Chi knew that Wu Zi had been the target of a machete outside. But Wu Zi still stood on the side of the machete.

But Takeko is heartless. Now that the atmosphere in the cell is so weird, he is still interested in studying the trumpet with the wretched man? He is probably a person with really well-developed limbs and a simple mind. But I think of the person who just entered the cell at the beginning.

When Shi Wuzi said it, Baichi felt that his judgment was wrong again.

Looking at the second-rate old man Yin Xiangrong who was sighing while reading the newspaper next to him, Bai Chi knew that the only person supporting him in the cell now was probably this old man who would fall to the ground if the wind blew.

After looking carefully, the twenty people in the entire cell were divided into four groups. One was himself and the old man; the other was Shandao and Wu Zi;

There were also about ten people sitting silently in the middle of the planks. They seemed to be middle-of-the-road people who were ready to accept the situation. No matter who was the boss, they just wanted to be safe;

The last group of people were the five people surrounding the General Building. Each of these five people were unwilling to suffer losses. They were almost all narrow-minded people who did not appreciate the good things of others and were extremely jealous.

The last few don't want to see other people eating meat and eat carrots by themselves. They don't care that the cigarettes or the meat are sent from other people's homes and have nothing to do with them. But if you don't give them to them, they will hate you.

In their eyes, what's yours is theirs, and what's his has nothing to do with you. Such villains are the most boring and the most looked down upon. But there is an advantage, that is, as long as someone stirs up trouble, they will easily jump out.

To be honest, the only person who still has some conscience is the wretched male Wang Heping. It seems that he is a hard-core criminal who beats up others. He even threatened Bai Chi severely when he first came in. It seems that that guy is a very smart person and won't

He couldn't tell the atmosphere in the cell, but now he and Wu Zi were lying on the floor rolling a trumpet tube as if they didn't know. He was heartless, and he probably just wanted to be a wallflower.

There were twenty people in the entire cell. Looking back and forth, Bai Chi was shocked to find that from now on, he would have to fight alone for his dignity, the bowl of white rice, and the trumpet every day.

While Bai Chi was sitting there with his eyes slightly closed, secretly observing and thinking, the wretched man ran over with a newly rolled trumpet in his hand. He smiled charmingly and handed the trumpets to Bai Chi, foaming at the mouth.

The flying road

"Hey! Uncle, this is my new trumpet. You see, I have researched and improved it. I use less tobacco, roll it longer, and smoke it more vigorously. I just use a little more newspaper. Uncle

How about you try it?"

Bai Chi looked at the speaker with a black line on his head, and pinched the tail of the speaker. It was empty, except for the fact that he felt a little bit of tobacco at the front end of the speaker. Bai Chi couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Why don't you just use newspapers? That saves trouble. Maybe one cigarette can be used to roll ten trumpets. I will reward you with all these trumpets, okay?"

The wretched man laughed softly with a look of grievance on his face.

"Didn't I roll this for you to eat, uncle? I saw that you like to smoke the trumpet so much, and I wanted to try to see if it would be more exciting for you to just smoke the newspaper..."
Chapter completed!