Looking at the three pots of braised pork and two cigarettes on the floor, Wu Zi asked

"Uncle, how do you divide these?"

Bai Chi heard Wu Zi ask this, so he slowly walked to the middle of the bunks, looked at the dozen or twenty people sitting neatly on the bunks, and said loudly

"To take advantage of today's meat meal, I have to rearrange the seating arrangements in our cell 308."

Speaking of this, Bai Chi's voice gradually became colder, and then he said

"I'll reiterate, what I said in 308 is right, and what is right is right. If I say something wrong, you have to implement it, so if it is wrong, it is more right than right! If you are not convinced, please contact me.

It’s a one-on-one challenge in the exhibition area. If you win, I’ll listen to you. If you lose, you’ll have to listen to me.”

Looking sideways at the roller coaster sitting in the corner, Bai Chi was silent for a while, thinking that he couldn't do too much. After all, the roller coaster was Xianyang's black Taoist boss. He had to give him the face he deserved.

, although he is a winner and a loser, he still has to have some human touch.

Thinking of this, Bai Chi ordered

"From today onwards, the mountain knife will sit in the position of the fourth master until he walks out of this door. The positions of the old second master and Wu Zi remain unchanged. Wang Heping was promoted to the position of the fifth master behind the mountain knife. That day he challenged my fifth master

One person sits at the back, and the rest remains the same, that's it."

Hearing Bai Chi's arrangement, some people's eyes immediately turned red. That wretched guy who was so unpopular with others had such bad luck. Just because he was in the right team, he rose to the top in one step. How could he be rewarded?

Damn it. Many people looked at Wang Heping with envy. Of course, there were also a few of them who stared at the wretched man with vicious eyes.

Wang Heping looked at Bai Chi in disbelief, his eyes full of gratitude. The prisoners were the most disliked prisoners in that cell. How could they sit in the fourth gear? This was simply out of the sky.

pie.

He walked to the three plates of braised pork on the floor and squatted down. He picked up a piece of braised pork with his fingers, put it into his mouth and chewed it. Bai Chi said with a mouth full of oil.

"It tastes pretty good, Brother Wu Zi. Let's share the meat equally among everyone. There's a pack of cigarettes for each person."

Hearing what Bai Chi said, Wu Zi quickly said

"Uncle, there is no such thing as fairness in the slogan."

He looked at the old man with questioning eyes and saw that the old man nodded secretly, so Bai Chi frowned and turned to Wu Zi and said

"Braised pork, the first four people should eat one pot, the middle six people should eat one pot, and the last ten people should eat one pot. Forget about cigarettes, it's better to have one pack per person."

When eating meat, the people in the cell were quite well-behaved. Although they had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, they did not snatch it. That was because the portion was large enough and the meat was enough. Bai Chi ate the braised pork with satisfaction.

I have never thought that meat tastes so delicious. It seems that the oil and water in my stomach have been almost exhausted.

Originally, Bai Chi hasn't practiced martial arts much during this period of time, but he thought of this while eating meat. If his nutrition can keep up, Bai Chi plans to resume his exercise in these few days, at least as long as his ancestral Kung Fu cannot deteriorate.

.

"Bah."

"Bah."

Seeing Wu Zi sweating profusely after eating, Bai Chi couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Bai Chi chuckle, Wu Zi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.

"Damn it, it's been a long time since I've eaten so happily. Just half a catty of wine would be great. I'm so greedy."

When the old man heard what Wu Zi said, he also jumped in with a smile on his face.

"Originally, I wanted to get some wine, but I can't do that today. When the meat is finished, we, Inspector Deng, will be here. All the men in Prison No. 3 have to go out to compete. What do you think at this time?

What's going to happen if Bai Chi's face is full of alcohol, right? So I decided, as long as the uncle comes back victorious today, how about I go get a few pounds tonight and come in to satisfy my craving?"

"Old man, are you serious? Don't fool me. Why haven't I seen you so generous before? Old guy?"

When Wu Zi heard that there was wine to drink, he immediately became happy. The flesh on his face twitched, and he looked at Bai Chi with a smile and said

"Uncle, you must come back victorious. Did you listen to the old man? You have wine to drink."

Bai Chi looked at the old guy strangely and couldn't help but ask

"Is there really wine to drink?"

The old man's mouth was stuffed with braised pork, his eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he muttered

"Of course, my old man will never tell lies, but the premise is that you have to win, understand!"

Bai Chi gave the old guy a blank look and said

"You just know how to win. What will happen if you win? You are too old to walk, what else do you want to do? You are not afraid that your old bones will fall apart."

Hearing Bai Chi say this, the old guy was unhappy. He swallowed the braised pork in his mouth, wiped the oil and water from the corner of his mouth, and said with shining eyes.

"What do you know? When a person is old, his heart is not old, but when he is poor, his ambition is not poor. My old Yin Jian is still standing, at least thirty minutes, hehe! I think you are a quick shooter, three minutes is the most."

When Bai Chi heard this, he immediately became angry and asked

"What did you say? Why did you say I was three minutes?"

Wu Zi and the old man looked at each other tacitly, and the wretched man said in unison.

"Because you are a chicken."

Stimulated by the three of them, Bai Chi jerked the loudspeaker in his hand and listened to the crowd of people farting and singing minor tunes. He couldn't help but think, "What the hell are these people singing about?"

Takeko:

"Sister-in-law Aqing, {early in the morning}, my legs are covered with hair! I think back then, when my team just opened, a few people came with seven or eight spears to kill the Japanese..."

Dirty man:

"Strong and high-spirited, we crossed the Yalu River! We drank and ate meat, and smiled until we were drunk! We walked in the park during the day and slept together at night, back to back, flesh to flesh, with a few forks in our butts..."

Old man:

"Little girl, I got up early in the morning and went to the latrine. There was someone in the latrine. I had no choice but to defecate in my pants..."

...

Just when Bai Chi was turning pale and showing signs of going berserk, a deep bass voice gradually sounded, and the person singing it turned out to be a machete.

I don't know why, but when I heard this song, Bai Chi felt inexplicably sad and depressed. It was a tacit understanding. Everyone in the cell silently closed their mouths, listening to the low voice of the machete in cell 308.

Echoing, everyone's expressions are full of sadness...

"When I was doing labor camp on the farm, I met a group of people from my hometown...

All because of the pressure of life, I became that cute pickpocket...

People who have lost their freedom, I feel so sad in my heart, my clothes are soaked with tears of regret...

I miss my parents, my broken heart, my child lying on the floor for countless nights, losing the care of my relatives, how sad I feel...

Those who have lost their freedom are filled with regret. The cool autumn wind and the sad autumn rain accompany the children to the execution ground. People all over the mountains and plains shed tears of sympathy. Why can't they see the child's father and mother...

There was a burst of gunfire, and I fell on the execution ground. I already know my mistakes, and it will be difficult to correct them in this life. I will honor my father and mother again in the next year..."

When the deep singing echoed and disappeared in the cell, Bai Chi secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the dozen or so old men in the entire cell who were affected by the singing. They were all red and slightly tearful.

Eyes, I couldn't help but let out a sigh, and sighed in my heart

"When a person is born, his surname is basically good... Although he does many evil things, he is not the same as his surname. He is a lover and a hero in the world. It's just that he has taken the wrong path."
Chapter completed!