The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1177 Damao's "Good Days"

Thousands of miles away in the northwest, L changed farm.

This place belongs to the southern Xinjiang region, surrounded by three large mountains. The two largest basins in my country are located here.

At this time, it had not yet been transformed into the southern Xinjiang region as it would be in later generations. It was a green pearl in the palm of the hand. Under the yellow sand, it was not much different from the Gobi Desert.

When you open your mouth, the wind mixed with sand and gravel can fill your entire mouth. There is absolutely no human habitation within hundreds of miles nearby.

Although there are no high walls and towers like the ones in the capital, anyone who dares to run out of this deserted place will be frozen to death in the middle of the night and fed to wolves. Even if their legs are loose, they cannot escape from this uninhabited area.

The correctional officers with dark red faces and thick police uniforms don't even have to focus on watching over the working prisoners. Without the help of wheels, there has not been a single case of successful escape here so far~!

The hot summer has passed, but autumn has not lasted long. The dark spots from the summer sun have not disappeared yet. As the weather suddenly cooled down, not only the prisoners but also the prison guards and supervisors had peeling skin on their faces.

"Hey, Damao, your hat is crooked~!"

Xu Damao, who was working with his head buried, touched his head subconsciously when he heard the reminder from his colleague. The hat that he had made from his green pants was now crooked by the cold wind.

"TND, I'm so tired~!"

Although there is not much farm work to do in December, we still have to dig canals and reclaim new land in preparation for next year.

Not far away stood a sign with the local slogan painted on it, "Hard work depends on your own hands, and barren land can be turned into fertile fields."

Even though the temperature had dropped by a few degrees, Xu Damao, who was still working, was sweating profusely. He simply took off his hat and wiped his forehead. As a result, wisps of white smoke were already rising from his head.

Compared with the abundant food and clothing life in the capital for many years, I am almost in tears now.

Converting this barren land into a farm has made him so exhausted that his delicate and tender face has disappeared, and wrinkles have been blown out by the wind. He looks almost as good as Yan Bugui.

His body has become much stronger, and his every move is much more vigorous than before. At this moment, if he fights with Sha Zhu, it is hard to tell who will win or lose.

The Zhongshan suit I wore at the beginning had faded after more than a year of washing, and had all kinds of shabby patches on it. It no longer looked like an official uniform. There was only one word to describe it: ragged.

After more than twenty years of good days, time has to erase all the bad days and give them all back.

He sat on the ground and took a few deep breaths, then put his hat back on his head, rubbed his slightly swollen hands, and looked at the azure blue sky with eyes full of tears.

A lot of the family money was extorted by his father and taken by his mother. It had only been a short time since he took over the business, but he was sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

Counting the days, not even one tenth of them have passed yet. He felt completely unmotivated again, and a little bored. If he had known this would be the outcome, he should have advised his father not to resort to such evil ways that had harmed him so much.

"Okay, don't rest any more. It's enough to rest for a while. Once this canal is dug, you can go back earlier~!"

The supervisor looked at Xu Damao, who was sitting by the canal not far away. Seeing that he had sat down to rest for a while, he couldn't help but remind him~!

"Report to the supervisor, Damao is homesick, probably missing his wife and children. Let's do it for him first~!"

"Wife, child~!"

The words of his friend in the same cell at this time made Xu Damao really think of Qin Huairu and her three children. Although they were not his biological children and did not have his last name, he had a marriage certificate after all. At least, compared to many unmarried people, he did have a family.

"How are you guys doing?"

Thinking of this, Xu Damao couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. He remembered the scene when Qin Huairu rushed forward and tried to throw herself in front of the car when he was finally taken away from the steel mill.

For more than a year, this scene has always been unforgettable to him. Although that farewell could not be called a farewell forever, he would not see his father for more than ten years. When he goes back, Banggeng will probably be grown up. I wonder if he will still recognize him as his godfather~!

"I miss home, have one~!"

The red-faced guard might have seen Xu Damao's mentality at the moment. To be honest, they are guards, watching over these prisoners who are undergoing reform, but here, what is the difference between them and these prisoners?

"Thank you, thank you~!"

After taking the cigarette, Xu Damao wiped the corners of his eyes. When he brought the cigarette to the corner of his mouth with his right hand, he was shivering a little. It was not because of the cold, but because of his complicated mentality.

"Why thank me? You have a great skill in projection, so just stay here and your brother Niu will treat you well. If other teams want to recruit you, you have to tell your brother Niu in advance~!"

After a lot of hard work, he finally developed a skill that was in demand everywhere. Xu Damao learned the skill of projecting movies from his father and brought it to use here.

"No, Brother Niu, from the Third Brigade. I was just joking last time. I know who treats me well~!"

The cigarettes from the Northwest are quite choking, not even as good as the mass-produced cigarettes smoked by the lower classes in Beijing, but Xu Damao cherishes them very much. The prisoners in the same cell were watching him eagerly from a distance, so he couldn't bear to smoke too much. He put out half of it. When he brought it back to the cell, everyone would have to take a puff~!

Compared with the free prisoners who herd cattle and sheep in other brigades, although he does not have it so easy here, the discipline is still very good to him. Mainly, Xu Damao is not lacking in cultural knowledge. Not only can he show movies, but he can also express what the movie wants to express, just like a storyteller.

The prisoners respect him, and the guards will take care of him intentionally or unintentionally, and he has good interpersonal relationships.

"Okay, then I'll be relieved. You'll miss home. Everyone will miss home when they get here. You've performed well this year. I'll write a better report for you and try to reduce your sentence so you can go back earlier. To be honest, I can't bear to let you go with all your abilities!"

Seeing that his mentality had calmed down a little, the supervisor patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and said comfortingly that they did miss home, but it was their duty to go back once a year.

After wiping away his tears, Xu Damao stood up silently and carefully put the half-smoked cigarette into his pocket, not wasting a single tobacco.

He accepted it. Just because Brother Niu treated him like this, he was willing to stay in this relatively difficult brigade. It would be a little more tiring, but he could go back earlier. It was better than competing for a reduction in sentence with those people who raised pigs, sheep and trees in other brigades.

He didn't have good hands-on skills, but he stayed here. At least, he lived a good life in the warehouse, relying on the charity of the supervisor and the small favors given by the manager when he was invited to show movies.

He had survived the work in the quarry. Digging canals was at least easier than carrying soil.

After work, Xu Damao, who was tired after a day's work, stared at a bowl of sorghum rice without oil with his eyes wide open and began to wolf it down. As for the prisoners in the same cell, they had already taken turns smoking cigarette butts under the oil lamp.

That's all, but you have to be capable. If you're not, you can only stand by and smell the secondhand smoke exhaled by others.

Yes, there is no electricity on the farm, and we rely on oil lamps for lighting. Even the drinking water is saline water.

"Xu Damao, there's a letter for you, from the capital~!"