"To be honest, if we had dared to fight to the death with Xiao Hai, we would have perished together. But after we have been in prison for such a long time, the anger and sharp edges in our bodies have long been worn away...
"
"We become timid, fearful, timid, and hesitant..."
"Despite this, our self-esteem is still there. Our hearts still maintain the most sincere nature of the 1970s. So even though Xiaohai later offered to pay us more than once and claimed to compensate us, we all rejected them one by one.
Already."
At this point, Uncle Chao showed a proud look on his face, as if he was a dragon trapped in the shallows but still disdained to be confused with fish and shrimps!
"Xiao Hai's intention is very obvious. He wants a bunch of us old guys to work for him."[
"I'm very lucky that my brothers are all hard-core. They would rather starve to survive than accept even half of Xiaohai's charity!"
"But we have been in jail for such a long time, what can we do after we get out?"
"Because I am the most famous, I have been promoted by the government and became an ordinary worker in the coking plant. I also asked a reporter to prepare an exclusive interview for me, such as the former one-on-one king, today's model worker, etc...
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"I just want to whitewash the peace..." Uncle Chao looked disdainful.
"And Lao Kui, relying on his skills that he has not lost for many years, opened a small restaurant and was able to provide enough food and clothing. He also has a well-behaved and obedient daughter, which even I envy!"
Han Bing smiled sheepishly and lay on Uncle Kui's lap. But I was thinking, why didn't I mention Uncle Kui's wife? I haven't seen her out for so long. Could it be that she has died?
"A few other people, the youngest still had a few acres of land in Lujia Village, so they started selling vegetables."
"The fourth child is doing the best. Although he doesn't have an important position, he still works for the government and is much better than the rest of us."
"The most miserable thing is Lao Wu. After he became a monk, he thought about Weiwei all day long. He thought he had six impure roots. He built a woodshed alone on Zhouwang Mountain and chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name every day."
"But he has no source of income. What can he eat and drink?"