Du He missed the time to let the air out twice a day because of his big sleep. When he was finally awakened by the smell of food in the cell, the situation had already darkened.

As we came, Du He saw a bald young man standing in the corner of the wall with his back facing him, his feet were stanced, and the soles of his feet were constantly trembling. It seemed that he would not last long. Du He wiped his eyes, looked at him curiously, then he retching and shrank back faster.

The scar-faced iron-tou, who had been paying attention to Du He's expression, smiled without hesitation, pointed at Du He and said, "Look, I just said this kid would go to see Laizi! What's wrong, brother, don't you want to see the osmanthus tree? This person has performed for you, why don't you just take a look? Laizi performed quite well."

Du He closed his eyes and pressed the sour smell in his throat back. After he had difficulty passing the breath, he still felt a smelly smell coming in with his breath, causing a burst of dry retching.

"Tietou, can you eat it when you smell the toilet?"

Du He sincerely pointed at the corner of the wall and kept shaking, so that the things in the toilet kept splashing and flying around. The slag asked Tietou.

Tietou subconsciously glanced at Laizi with Du He's fingers, and his face changed. Du He's expected disgust did not appear. Instead, he shouted angrily and cursed: "My mom's Laizi dog, grandpa told you to hold the osmanthus tree. You're almost sitting under your butt, hugging it well! Otherwise, you'll be asked to eat and drink together and you'll be solved on the tree!"

The slim figured the flowery voice in secret, and she couldn't help but squint the back. She immediately tied the horse and hugged Ye Xiang Buo straight, and there was no way she could hold her back and forth.

"It's just a naughty man, I'm jealous." Tietou murmured, waved to Du He, and said unhappily: "If you sleep enough, get out of the meal. You're so angry, you'll have to urge me and ask me if you're in prison, if not..."

Du He came over and called Tietou curiously and continued, "If it weren't for something?"

"Eat your meal, if you have the fate, you won't be afraid of losing your life. Ask me so much, are you the king of heaven?" Tietou paused a bowl of gray rice porridge with chopsticks in front of Du He. Du He was not angry. He happily picked up the bowl and ate it all, and told the prisoners next to him who had never eaten a large mouthful of rice for a long time and drooled.

"You know what you know. If you dare to complain about this and that, grandpa will definitely ask you to learn the rules of eating."

Scarfaced Tietou was very satisfied with Du He's performance. Lao He was still meditating. This bowl of porridge was his order. He asked Tietou to keep it for Du He.

Even if he doesn't eat anything that belongs to him, others can't eat it casually. Tietou is loyal and obeys the rules. He said that he gave it to Du He, but he didn't keep a single chopstick, and he left it directly to Du He.

Therefore, the good things that belonged to Laohe that night were given to Du He cheaply.

Du Heduo's smart and clever character, when he inserted his chopsticks into it, he understood the benefits of the porridge bowl. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, picked up the bowl, buried his face, and ate it.

In the past two days, I ate the bowl of soup that could see people in the morning. The amount was similar to that of a young man who could eat all a sheep to drink water. Du He was already hungry and his chest collapsed on his back. Seeing what he had eaten, no matter what was good or bad, he felt intimate.

I was already very satisfied when I saw the thick rice porridge with rice fragrance. Who knew that when I stirred the chopsticks, I found that there was a reputation under the porridge bowl.

He used his face to block the raised porridge bowl, and Du Helang swallowed the meat slices in the bowl and the rice porridge together. After a large bowl of good ingredients, the young man's spirit immediately came back.

There are also iron-tou bowls, but they are a little thinner than Duhe's, and there are much less meat slices. Even so, for those prisoners who can only drink rice soup once, the remaining iron-tou bowls are also good things.

For those who put food on iron heads, there is a special name in the prison. Some are called oil pots, and some are called bowl bases, which can be understood at a glance. However, although the names are different, the oil pots are all beautiful in any cell. They are together with the water pots that do light work, and become the two major demons in the prison.

The prison station like Lao Dai is in charge of the house, the oily and water are better. The scar-faced iron head responsible for the rice can be directly divided into a piece of pie. Some prison stations with poor oil and water are really good at licking spoons and licking bowls. They put a spoon on the spoon and stuff some dry ones under the spoon into their mouths. Therefore, in many prisons, most prisoners can see hungry skin and bones, while the oil pots are fat and oily.

As for the osmanthus tree, it is a "benefit" for new prisoners. Not only do new prisoners have to sleep on the toilet, but they are also responsible for carrying the toilet and pouring the toilet. Whoever goes to the toilet at night will accidentally spray it on his face. In this case, the next prisoner will come in before the replacement will be replaced.

Du He escaped this disaster by relying on the bribes given by Luo Haosheng and Lao He's inexplicable care.

The wind was only two times a day in the prison, at 19 o'clock and about three o'clock. Only these two times can everyone go out and walk around or go to the big toilet to have a good time. Except for half an hour, the whole day, the food, drink, defecation and urination of about twenty people were all solved in a toilet. Du He would rather bear it than get close to the thing within three feet.

Fortunately, I drank rice porridge at night, which was not that difficult. At three o'clock, Du He finally waited until the evening to let go. He had just solved his personal problems from the big toilet. As soon as Du He came out, he saw a group of bald heads and a group of chicken coop heads vaguely confronting each other in the wide square.

"Brother Tietou, those people won't fight, right? There are guards on both sides."

Du He came to Tie Tou, who was watching the fun, put his hands on his cuffs, and handed a cigarette to Tie Tou. The serious Had Gate, Tie Tou hid it quickly, with a hint of joy on his face and said, "Don't worry, this group of foreign guards is the cost of the head that can't be killed and affects them. Don't fight with the guards. Look, the new hammer will face the gray mouse and the others. It's interesting."

Du He rubbed his hands, a little flame came out, and then he took out a cigarette like a magic trick and put it in Tie Tou's mouth, "Brother Tie Tou, please leave it for me, the old man." Seeing Tie Tou feel relieved, Du He continued to inquire, "What's the point? There is no such newcomer to the old man?"

Tietou looked surprised and was a little surprised at Du Heneng's new arrival and the old man. However, for Yan's sake, he quickly explained: "Yes, yes, but these two groups of people are different from those who are idle and have nothing to do. They know each other outside. It is said that they have a great grudge. Since the hammer came in, they have been fighting with the gray mouse several times, and they have been trying to kill him. However, it has been two years since the hammer has been in. How much hatred can the hammer have with the gray mouse? I still remember it after so long."
Chapter completed!