The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 213 Old Juehu and Xiao Juehu

for several days.

Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu, two fellow sufferers, work in the Political and Education Department during regular hours to keep themselves warm.

"This review is not reflective enough. Please rewrite it!"

"And you, I've said it several times, you have to at least let others recognize what you're writing. Do you recognize what you're writing?"

First, he handed him the review written by Jia Dongxu again. Looking at He Yuzhu's ghostly calligraphy, Deputy Section Chief Xiao, who had a headache, put on his glasses and slapped his palm on the table.

"you……!"

He Yuzhu couldn't bear it anymore, his fists clenched loudly, and he stared at Deputy Section Chief Xiao with splitting eyes, wanting to slap him in the face with a big dick.

"What am I? I haven't asked you to read it at the factory-wide meeting. That's enough to give you face. I need to write it clearly and put it on the bulletin board so that the street office can ask about it. Only then can I get along!"

Seeing He Yuzhu's rough and arrogant appearance, Deputy Section Chief Xiao couldn't help but said slowly, it's up to you whether you want to read it out at the meeting or just post it on the notice board.

Jia Dongxu on the side heard this and immediately pulled He Yuzhu's sleeve. The two looked at each other. With thick dark circles under their eyes and pale faces, they felt as if they had been squeezed dry in recent days.

"Chief Xiao, let's rewrite it. We don't want to go to the conference!"

After nodding and bowing, he forcefully dragged He Yuzhu out of the office.

"It depends on where you are playing. If you want to die, I still have a family to support!"

Leaning back to the table in the corridor, Jia Dongxu has learned to turn a blind eye to the strange looks from people passing by.

He Yuzhu angrily took the examination he had written with so much effort and made it into a paper ball. After rounding it up, he smashed it towards the table.

"How long have you been writing this? You're not kidding us. We don't do anything every day, so we're just wasting our time here!"

Sitting on the stool, He Yuzhu vented his dissatisfaction and panted heavily. The hot air met the icy cold wind and turned into a stream of mist.

Jia Dongxu bent down to pick up the paper ball, opened it as if nothing had happened, spread it on the table, smoothed it with his sleeves, and placed it again on He Yuzhu's table behind him.

"If you had the ability, you wouldn't be sitting here. We are like grasshoppers on the same rope now. Get a pen and change it again. You can still have hot food when you go back at night!"

Jia Dongxu, who had already recognized the blunt angle, accepted being beaten repeatedly by reality, picked up the pen on the table with resignation, and started writing again.

"Xu Damao really can't give birth?"

He Yuzhu was no longer anxious about whether to eat or not. Anyway, when he got home, the table was empty, but he seemed to be more interested in some rumors in the factory.

When Jia Dongxu heard this, he stopped writing in his hand, raised his head, and looked out the window in the direction of the factory hospital.

"Whether you can survive or not is important, people, I don't know where to put it to eat sand now!"

"Hey, I'm just saying that he's full of evil. Even God can't stand it. He really deserves it!"

The instigator, He Yuzhu, had no idea that it was related to him. Thinking of this, his nose bubbled with joy.

"Oh, don't worry about him, think about how you can pass this test for him first!"

With a long sigh, Jia Dongxu was also speechless. An old and a poor family, and a young and poor family. When these two people come together, I don't know what kind of sparks will be created.

"I haven't eaten yet~!"

A vicious voice called Xu Damao back from his confused state.

"Bang!" A gust of evil wind came from behind. Xu Damao, who had just recovered, was kicked to the ground before he could react. The hammer and chisel in his hand fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"If you dare to work hard and fail to complete the tasks assigned by your superiors, you, Xu Damao, will not have any dinner!"

After the prisoner leader finished teaching Xu Damao, he proudly said to the other prisoners.

With the chickens killed, the monkeys were indeed frightened, and the others finally started working efficiently, and the sound of hey hey haha ​​resounded throughout the quarry.

"Oh, boss, that's not true. I twisted my waist two days ago and I really can't eat well!"

Xu Damao, who was lying on the ground, somewhat disgraced, got up again, picked up the hammer and chisel, grinned while working, and explained with a flattering smile.

The boss has been here for many years and has long known how people who come in will find excuses to be lazy. He spat on Xu Damao's trousers with disdain.

"What's the matter? It's not healed yet, is it? Do you want me to take a look at it? I can't see anything else. I'll treat the waist once and for all!"

After saying that, the leader turned his neck left and right. The popping sound of his joints and the malicious look in his eyes scared Xu Damao so much that he almost hit his hand with a hammer.

"Okay, okay, now I feel full of energy. I won't delay today's mission."

Xu Damao nodded quickly, ignoring the pain of calluses falling off his palms, and knocked the stone harder.

"You bitch, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Old Ding, keep an eye on me. If this kid is lazy again, I'll come over again."

Lao Ding, who was in charge of supervising the work of several people, nodded silently. After the others left, he found a leeward place again and huddled inside.

He took the time to look up at the labor camp where he had been living for many days. The freshness when he first arrived was gone. Xu Damao was on the verge of tears. If he had known that he would be put here and beaten to death, he would not have believed Yi Zhonghai. of evil.

There is something ugly and selfish in this place. There is no other logic for survival. Now he has become like a human and a ghost. No one here treats him as a human being. The technology of showing movies has no use. His fists are not strong enough. , anyone can bully him.

No matter what, you still have to have dinner, even if it’s just a steamed vegetable bun, otherwise your body will be so empty that you may not be able to withstand it.

In the middle of winter, the cold weather makes the quarrying work extremely difficult. It relies entirely on the manpower of the prisoners, and the construction machinery is better than nothing. However, Yi Zhonghai, with his skills in tormenting these old things, gets much better treatment than himself.

Lonely and helpless, Xu Damao once thought about running away, but after going up the mountain for the first time, he looked at the distant mountains and there was not even a village.

On this bare mountain, there are only stones and snow. There is only one way down, or you have to jump off the cliff for fun, but how could Xu Damao, who was afraid of death, have such an idea.

"Hmm~!"

Seeing Xu Damao startled again, Old Ding, who was half asleep and half awake, made an unknown tone in his throat.

After Xu Damao heard this, he quickly cheered up. Although Old Ding could not speak, it did not affect him in the slightest to report. He breathed hot air into his palms with a grimace and knocked the stone harder.

After a while, Xu Damao rolled his eyes as he felt his lower back was distracted by moving stones a few days ago and had been kicked again just now. He couldn't stand the excruciating pain in his back.

"Ouch, Master Ding, my stomach hurts, please take a rest!"

Xu Damao, holding his stomach and hunching his waist, ran to Lao Ding, nodded and bent down to use the toilet.Ding Toujiu, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Xu Damao, with disgust in his eyes without any concealment.

Seeing Mute Ding waving his hand, Xu Damao grinned and found a place in the wind. Without taking off his pants, he sat down on the ground and started breathing heavily.

Unlike the embarrassed Xu Damao, Yi Zhonghai at the foot of the mountain was somewhat leisurely and contented at this time. He was sitting in the thatched hut, holding a small file and trimming parts, taking his time and no one to rush him.

"Master Yi, this conveyor belt is out of order. Please go take a look!"

The visitor opened the rag curtain of the thatched room and saw a prison guard wearing a white big-brimmed hat.

"Oh, then you have to go and take a look!"

Putting down the tools in his hands, Yi Zhonghai stood up and followed the prison guard toward the open-air storage yard.

Because the conveyor belt is related to the daily loading task, if this thing breaks down, it will have to be loaded onto the car manually, which will greatly reduce the efficiency.

There are not many people in this reformed farm (stone farm). If other prisoners are selected from the labor camp, if one link is delayed, the progress of other links will be slowed down. As a last resort, Yi Zhonghai, who has just arrived, has become a favorite.

"What are you doing standing here? If something breaks, don't you know how to put it in the car?"

The prison guard loudly scolded the lazy prisoners and left the work at hand while he was looking for his own time.

When the prisoners saw the prison guards coming back, they looked at each other, picked up the shovels for shoveling stones, and loaded them into the car.

Yi Zhonghai ignored the others and walked to the side of the conveyor belt that had stopped working. He squatted down and inspected it. This thing was much simpler than the machines in the factory.

He is an eighth-level worker himself, and he knows much more about blueprints and related mechanical principles than most of the "aboriginals" here. He can deal with these gadgets with ease.

After removing the conveyor belt with the flat wrench he brought with him, Yi Zhonghai checked carefully to see which component had failed again.

The guard standing in the distance was already used to this scene. Normally, if something broke, he would wait for the maintenance man from outside to come and then repair it all at once.

Now that the labor camp has a ready-made repairman, at least there is no need to wait like before.

"Old Zhao, you said that Lao Yi will be detained for half a year. Isn't this a little long?"

Several guards looked at this from a distance, took the time to light a cigarette, and talked among themselves, looking at this posture, they wished Yi Zhonghai could stay here forever.

"Tsk, tsk, it would be a pity to leave this craft when the time comes!"

The person being questioned took a few puffs, clicked his tongue, and expressed his opinion. How can this thing be repaired if it breaks down in half a year?

"Only you are clever!"

The director who came down from the small building above saw a few people smoking and chatting downstairs. He listened to the chat and frowned.

"Director!"

"Secretary Wu!"

When the guards below saw their boss coming down, they quickly threw the cigarette butts on the ground, stamped them out, and said hello.

"Secretary Wu, aren't you worried that if the machine breaks down later, it will affect our factory's production tasks?"

The comrade who had raised his head just now looked a little embarrassed. He took out the cigarettes he had just put in his pocket and handed one to the director.

"He is from the steel rolling mill. The police specifically told him that if he is detained for half a year, he will have to go back there. It is much more important than here!"

Director Wu covered his hands, struck a match, and lit a cigarette. He glanced at Yi Zhonghai, who was busy repairing the machine over there, and said with some pity.

"The unit at the steel rolling mill is better. It's much better than eating stones here. At such an old age, you still can't think about it. You're looking for trouble for yourself!"

"As an eighth-level worker, this day's salary is worth the three of us!"

Several guards listened to what the director said, with some envy in their tone.

"Okay, watch carefully, don't be missing an arm or a leg when the time comes. The steel rolling mill also called, and there are very few people!"

After waving his hands and going to disperse a few people, Director Wu pondered for a moment and walked slowly over there.

Yi Zhonghai here removed the transmission connecting rod, found a stuck stone in the corner, carefully picked it out with a screwdriver, re-brushed the oil, and was about to install it. He raised his head and saw a stone standing beside him. Director Wu is here.

"It's okay, keep on repairing yours, I'll take a look!"

Director Wu nodded, signaled, and waved his hand behind his back, urging Yi Zhonghai to get busy first and not stop.

"Director Wu, the machine is too old. Some parts need to be replaced, otherwise it won't last long!"

Yi Zhonghai, who continued to immerse himself in repairing the machine, started talking to the people beside him.

The upper-level administrators of the labor camp, who usually have no contact with them, didn't know what was going on today, so they came to see me personally. I didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Can your steel rolling mill make these parts?"

When Director Wu heard what Yi Zhonghai said, he put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

Yi Zhonghai, who had just bent down to put on the belt, was stunned. He glanced at Director Wu with an embarrassed expression, wondering what he meant.

Is it possible to find the factory to make it and then send it over? Then everyone in the workshop knows about his labor camp here.

"Well, if you can make part of it, it's best to find a factory that produces this thing. They must have spare parts."

How could Lao Yi, an old fox, be willing to let his own factory deliver parts to him? He has already been humiliated and cannot be slapped in the face again.

"It's okay, just do a part of it. Your Factory Director Yang specifically said hello and asked you to cooperate with the transformation here. Once it's over, you have to send it back intact to him!"

Director Wu said in a pun, first of all, your factory owes us a favor and they have to pay it back. Secondly, if you want to stay well, just finish what you have to do.

"Okay, I'll finish my work in a while. I'll draw some drawings and ask Director Wu to forward them to the factory. After they're finished, I'll replace them!"

Yi Zhonghai looked stern after hearing Director Wu's words. He almost stopped holding the screwdriver in his hand. Now that he was under the eaves, he had to lower his head. This was a deal that he couldn't refuse, and he didn't have the slightest capital to refuse.

"Reform well. Look at the guy on the mountain. You are much more relaxed than him!"

Patting Yi Zhonghai's shoulder, Director Wu pointed to the hilltop inside. Yi Zhonghai followed the direction of his finger and vaguely saw a man squatting on the top of the hill, with his big white butt exposed.

(End of this chapter)