Although these prisoners are rude, they value loyalty in the world. The one they hate the most is the betrayal of their brothers. Brother Zhen, who heard about his experience, became more angry as he heard it. He kicked the man in front of him in the ass and said, "Rubb your fire."

The man rushed to the ground, flipped through his hole, and took out a small piece of paper-stacked box, with a little ashes inside. He pulled out a little cotton from the corner of the mattress hit in the quilt, tore it into a thin piece, and poured a little ashes on it. Then he twisted the small piece of cotton into a small spindle shape. After the ash was rubbed, he grabbed his shoes with his right hand, pressed his left hand on his right hand, and pressed the small cotton swab with both hands with his hands and rubbed it back and forth quickly. After rubbing it a few times, he pushed out his hands with both hands, let go of his hand, took out the cotton swab, shake it, and blow it, and a stream of black smoke came out of the middle of the cotton swab: It's already!

Zhang Sheng was stunned. At the same time, Brother Zhen took out a cigarette butt from his kang hole, sniffed it like a knot, and then found a piece of newspaper under the mattress, tearing off one of two or three centimeters wide and six or seven centimeters long, took apart the cigarette butt, carefully kneaded the tobacco onto the newspaper note, rubbed it and rubbed it into a "cigarette" that was thin and thick at a few strokes! The exquisite workmanship and skillful skills are truly unheard of and unheard of.

The cigarette was rolled up and the fire was rubbed. He sat cross-legged on his own and placed the ash box in front of him so that the ash was stored for use for the next time he rubbed the fire. He squinted his eyes and smoked the "cigarette", and everyone else stared at the storm of smoke with great desire. He smoked half of the thin "cigarette".

He sniffed intently and said, "Brother, if your grandson surnamed Xu Di doesn't leave your brother, you might just go there and get a grudge. Do you understand? Your case is no big deal, it's not a death sentence. Just live, there is hope for life. Come and take a sip."

Lao Qin hurriedly pushed him and said to him: "Thank you, thank you, boss," and then quickly took the cigarette. Zhang Sheng took it and took a sip. He saw the bent eyes around him, and handed the cigarette to the next person.

"I have some eyesight, no need to teach me, I understand the rules!" Old Master Zhen of the Tou Shop smiled with satisfaction.

The cigarette butt was transferred to the last person, and less than a centimeter was left. His fingers were so hot that he couldn't hold it. One person pulled a thin pole from the broom, folded it into two, and still smoked it hard with the cigarette butt in the arms until the cigarette was completely ashes.

Fang Kui, the second son in the room, said: "However, you still have to deal with it, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with it. If someone wants to deal with you, it will not be so easy to go out. Come in. It's not a big deal. The whole criminal detention will be detained first, and then the procuratorate will approve the arrest. Those who are not arrested will be released or they will be removed from the labor camp.

Having said that, it is better to sentence the labor camp. The labor camp is hard, treating people as livestock, and you will never forgive you when you are tired. You would rather arrest than work. Everyone who has come in knows. Just say you, the person is detained first, then the arrest warrant is approved, and then wait for the prosecution and the court will be held. If the sentence is not completed, you have to appeal if you are not convinced. Let's go to trouble, and you will not give up until you torture people."

Lao Kui's crime is not big, it is small, it is because the crime is very small, it is only 300 yuan, it is big... he is publicly robbing.

Brother Zhen smiled and said, "You kid is deeply touched. Are you arrested? Just grab someone a pack, so let's take it here slowly."

Lao Kui leaned back, and the third brother Biaozi laughed and said, "Second brother deserves to be unlucky. I stole more than 60,000 yuan. The charge is not as serious as yours, haha. Be content with it. If this is a severe crackdown in 1983, our account will be full of gunfire."

Brother Zhen sighed and said, "Yes, back then, I'm so cruel. My buddy, who was joking with the girl, pulled off her bra, and did nothing next to her. The hooligan crime was broken!"

Lao Kui said: "It's not all that. A brother stole a bicycle and tied it up and killed it. The other one just kidnapped the price and didn't understand it. He was so angry that he picked up the watermelon from someone and left. It was too broken."

Biaozi squinted his eyes, as if he was still savoring the smell of cigarettes, and licked his lips and said, "But then, being the boss must have such a style. People are not cruel and unstable. In those years, the country was in chaos. It was not an exaggeration. That chaos really made people feel that the dynasty was about to change. What would happen if one crackdown was severe? It was a good place to keep the road and not close the door at night. The power of the remaining power played a role for ten years. If the cruel people were cruel, they would have to be cruel. I especially admire Grandpa Deng."

Zhang Sheng sat cross-legged like meditating, listening to them, while looking at the "Conduct Management Code for the Management of Detention Officers" posted on the wall, carrying one sentence after another.

"Commitment starts, construction starts." In the morning, the free criminals in charge of looking at the prison door shouted one by one again. Brother Zhen of Tou Shop said to Lao Qin and Zhang Sheng: "You two go and get it."

Lao Qin quickly agreed, and Zhang Sheng asked him quietly: "What kind of work do?"

Lao Qin said: "Everything work is done, picking pig hair, picking beans, tying paper roses, printing paper rolls, making colored lanterns, making secondary tubes, magnetic rings, etc."

He laughed and said, "Tell you, I'm the best at making belt buckles. I'll draw the pattern and I can give you the car any shape. It's so exquisite. Unfortunately... the detention center here does not have a lathe. Today, it should be picking up pig hair..."

The two walked into the yard and saw that other rooms were also coming out. Under the supervision of the discipline, they each dragged a large sack back. After entering the room, they poured it onto the ground, and a stench hit the face, and a pile of pig hair was like a hill on the ground.

Brother Zhen of Toupu said, "Start work, Lao Qin, teach Zhang Sheng."

Everyone gathered around, only Brother Zhen of Tou Shop, Fang Kui of Second Shop, and Lao Biao of Third Shop had no place to move. As usual, their work was shared by others.

Lao Qin said: "This job is simple and has no technical content. It's just a white pig's hair.

Pig hair is separated, and a person is charged with five kilograms a day..."

The big guy sat on the ground and began to divide pig hair. Zhang Sheng followed the local customs and sat on the ground. Lao Biao from Sanpu held his hands behind his back to supervise their work. Brother Zhen and Fang Kui took out a pair of poker and started fighting the chicken from somewhere.

Suddenly, the iron gate banged, and the sound of unlocking the ground was heard. Everyone was shocked, as if they were frightened. Brother Zhen and Fang Kui lifted the mattress, covered the poker, jumped to the ground, grabbed a handful of pig hair and stood up.

As soon as the door opened, Brother Zhen stood at attention, which was even more standard than a veteran of the warrior for three years. He stood like a javelin. He issued a brief and powerful command: "Stand~~Serious!"

Everyone jumped up quickly and stood against the wall, straightening their chests and belly, and was full of energy. Only Zhang Sheng had just arrived, but he had not yet entered the state, so he couldn't act like a grandson, so he stood a little relaxed.

The disciplinary came in. He brought it to the door casually, but no one looked at it. He walked in with his face raised, and Brother Zhen followed him happily. Old Qin's shoulders tilted slightly. He leaned close to Zhang Sheng's ear and whispered, "This is a bull's guard."

"Who is Zhang Sheng?" The disciplinary spoke.

Lao Qin pushed Zhang Sheng, and Zhang Sheng reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward. He said with great enthusiasm: "Report. I am Zhang Sheng."

Zhang Sheng rushed forward and felt a little nervous. Niu Guan was wearing a uniform. He had no hat. He had a face with a Chinese font. He had thick bones and was not fat. His nostrils were surprisingly large. His nostrils were always tilted towards the sky. Zhang Sheng stood near and could see the two curled nose hairs inside.

"No one bullies you when you come in?"

"Thank you for your care, no!"

"Well, security officer, turn around and shaved his head."

"Yes!" Brother Zhen stood at attention.

"Okay, 1070 Zhang Sheng, go out with me now~

Zhang Sheng was stunned and then realized it and hurriedly said, "Yes!"

Then the discipline officer left the number room, turned a few turns, and saw the single cell. The door was open and the sunlight shone directly in. There was a middle-aged man in casual clothes sitting at the table, and a laptop flashed with game scenes. However, the middle-aged man was not playing. He was holding a book and reading while drinking tea.

Zhang Sheng was shocked and his eyes were straightened. It was incredible that such a picture appeared in the detention center.

"What are you looking at? Let's go!" Niu Guan roared fiercely.

The middle-aged man raised his head when he heard the sound. Zhang Sheng looked at him and felt that he was a very gentle and elegant man. Except for those calm and spiritual eyes, he didn't pay attention to his appearance.

"Haha, it turns out it was you, the brother who sang in prison yesterday. All appearances are false. If you see all appearances, you will see the Tathagata. Have you realized it in this night?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Who is this person?

Zhang Sheng really couldn't figure out where this person came from. There was strangeness everywhere in front of him. He just felt that this person was definitely not a mysterious talisman. He had a kind of majesty in his every move. He sat in prison, but he looked like a minister sitting on a high throne looking down on him. That was something he could not learn no matter what.

Zhang Sheng glanced at Niu Guan. Niu Guan's nostrils had lowered to the sky and the earth. He looked at the middle-aged man in the single cell with a flattering smile on his face, and shouted politely: "Mr. Wen."

Zhang Sheng felt a little moved and said with a wry smile: "Yesterday, there was only a sudden change. I felt deeply touched. I recited a Buddhist verse casually. It would be easier to really understand it."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Well, it's true. There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-lasting resentment, unable to seek, and unable to let go. He said that it was you, and even me, how could he see through it?"

"Mr. Wen said it is..." Zhang Sheng also called respectfully. Even the discipline must be respectful and very serious prisoners, and only fools do not know how to curry favor with them.

The prisoner surnamed Wen smiled and said, "We are all prisoners, so you don't have to be so polite. Just call me Brother Wen. Where is this?"

Jishu Niu hurriedly said, "Mr. Wen, I will take him to trial."

"Oh, then it won't delay you."

"Yes, then we'll leave." Niu Jian pushed Zhang Sheng, and as soon as he left the door, his nostrils gradually began to face the sky.

"Sitting is also meditation, and walking is also meditation, a flower is one world, a leaf is one Tathagata. When spring comes, flowers come from green, when autumn comes, leaves fall, infinite Prajna heart is free, speech, silence, movement, stillness, body is natural..."

Mr. Wen held the volume and recited it. It turned out to be a Buddhist scripture. In Zhang Shengdi's understanding, he could not understand that there were such prisoners in the dungeon cell of the dictatorship agency. When he came in yesterday, he chanted a few Diamond Sutra because of his excitement. He accompanied Xiaolu to Ci'en Temple a year ago. He happened to hear the abbot preaching. When he said this, he only felt that the meaning was profound and indescribable mystery, so he wrote it down. Yesterday, his mood was extremely similar, so he chanted it casually. Where could he do the sudden enlightenment and become a Buddha?

He was taken out by Niu Jian in a daze and left the gate, which was the security checkpoint, and went to the office where he registered yesterday.

The door opened, and a short and fat discipline officer was waiting for him, smiling, the person who registered him yesterday.

"This is Jian Jian Liu, go in!" Niu Guan lowered his chin when he saw his colleague.

Zhang Sheng walked in, the door was closed, and Liu Jianshe smiled and said, "Your family has come to you."

Zhang Sheng was overjoyed and asked, "Shi Ji Liu, who is here?"

Jianshe glanced at him, and there was an unconcealable envy on his face: "It's your lover, right? He looks so handsome."

Only then did Zhang Sheng remember that she had her phone number last night. If she went out late or was sentenced, she would definitely not be able to hide it from her family. However, whether it was her parents or younger brothers, they were all honest workers, just like she did two years ago.

Things will only panic. He doesn't know what to do at all, and he believes how to deal with them properly.

Zhang Sheng had just entered here and what he longed for the most was news from outside. He asked excitedly: "Discipline. What did she say?"

Commissioner Liu glanced at him and said in an official voice: "This... you are a prisoner to be tried. Can I pass on a message to you? This is a mistake."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Sheng quickly agreed and looked at him hopefully.

Jianshe Liu covered his mouth and coughed, saying, "Well, your lover said, "Don't worry, she will take good care of the family and company affairs. That's all I can say, oh! By the way, this is for you."

Jian Jian Liu took out a thick stack of vouchers, took out two packs of three or five cigarettes and stuffed them into his hands.

Zhang Sheng hurriedly said, "Ah, you gave me fifty yuan yesterday, so I have to find it for you."

Disciple Liu smiled and said, "No, please look tighter. You can smoke when the smoke is blowing. You have to pay attention to it in the number room. OK, let's go back now."

"Okay..., uh, by the way, discipline, can I ask you to deposit these vouchers on your behalf? It's enough for me to bring some of them."

"Okay, haha, of course there is no problem." Liu Jianshe smiled and took back a voucher and put it in the drawer.

Zhang Shengxiao: "Thank you for your discipline, then I'll go back."

After Zhang Sheng thanked him again and again, Liu Jianshe touched the thick stack of trousers inside, then raised a cloth pocket from under the desk, took out two cigarettes from it and placed them on the table, walked to the wall and opened the official cabinet to stuff the rest, and then walked towards the office of Niuguan with two cigarettes.

As soon as Zhang Sheng came back, the prisoner in the same prison rushed to ask: "Is it a trial or a speech? Have you smoked cigarettes?"

"No."

A prisoner slapped his thigh hard: "You stupid, why don't you ask them for one?"

"There is no cigarette butt on the ground in the interrogation room, office, and there is no cigarette butt on the ground? Have you really looked at it carefully?"

After Zhang Sheng denied it one by one, the prisoners shook their heads in disappointment and walked away, sitting there one after another to pick up pig hair. Only Mr. Zhen sat cross-legged on the kang, still priding himself on the identity like an old monk.

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly and came to Brother Zhen: "Boss, just now... it was my family who came to see me and brought some things."

He took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, which were vouchers. He took a voucher of 200 yuan and stuffed it into Brother Zhen's hand, saying, "I haven't entered the phone, but I've heard of the rules here, and the newcomer is angry. But since I got in, the boss has taken good care of me and has not let me suffer any hardship. To be honest, the company has been sealed off, and the family can give me a lot of land. This time I saved 500 yuan. These two hundred are my filial piety to you."

Mr. Zhen laughed. These days, there are a few brothers in the account who are well-off. It is great to save 580 yuan a month. What can this amount of money do? Buying something inside is at least twice as expensive than outside. A voucher worth 200 yuan is good!

Zhang Sheng flipped his hand and two packs of "Three Five" also appeared. The eyes of the other eight prisoners were all attracted by it.

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "There are only two packs, one pack for the boss, I will keep two pieces, and the rest... Haha, let's divide the boss."

The prisoners in the same prison have been there for several days, and only smoked a cigarette butt this morning. When they heard Zhang Sheng's words, they were all overjoyed.

Boss Zhen was very satisfied. Zhang Sheng made this move beautifully. If he dispersed the cigarette for everyone without asking questions, it would be a pity that he would win people's hearts.

There can be no fists in the prison, but the final decision is not fists. Material interests are always the ultimate winning weapon. If Zhang Sheng controls everyone's desire, then Brother Zhen's authority will be threatened. If that is the case, he must now kill the danger in the bud.

He put the cigarette up, glanced at his prison companions, and snorted, "What are you looking at? Let's talk about it after finishing work."

After saying that, he smiled at Zhang Sheng, "My brother is a newbie. He is not skilled in his skills. Just go and pick up a half-pound ounce of ounces. Let your share be carried by brothers. Everyone has no objection, right?"

"No objection!" The prisoner in the same prison voiced in unison.
Chapter completed!