Siheyuan: Arrest sticks at the beginning, awaken the god-level system

"That's right! Old godmother, do you eat or not? If you don't eat, get out of the way quickly. It's fine to steal and play tricks when you're working during the day. You don't feel safe when you eat at night. In my opinion, you are such an idler." It’s not bad if the scum of the family has a stutter!”

"That's not true. Staying in the same group with her is a bad luck for eight lifetimes. Shoveling the soil for half a day during the day is not enough for others to shovel for half an hour."

Listening to the complaints from the crowd behind her, Mrs. Jia Zhang subconsciously wanted to scold back, but after thinking about the current situation, she could only reluctantly take the half bowl of porridge and two corn buns.

She finally understood that the old man she was clamoring to sue had an unusual relationship with Lu Yunsheng. road.

When will this hard day be the end?

Jia Zhang was squatting in the corner by the campfire, with tears streaming down her fat face, but no one was willing to listen to her about her grievances. Only the stinky socks baked on the campfire accompanied Jia Zhang through the difficult dinner.

In a mountain valley not far from Jiazhang’s, Banggen also ate dinner like eggplant beaten by Shuang, but the only difference was that what he ate in his bowl was mushroom pimple soup, which was better than his grandma’s porridge. Wotou is much stronger.

Because this road construction team is all teenagers, the food is naturally very rich, and the workload is much lighter than that of the adult team. The sticks are thin and thin, and they only need to use baskets to pick up some cow dung every day. Just put it in the campfire and burn it.

But even so, Bang Geng still had a very difficult life, there was no way Qin Huairu didn't give him winter warm work to change his clothes, just that cotton-padded jacket, which was soaked in sweat during the day and hardened by the cold wind.

No, damn Lu Yunsheng is too inhuman, didn't he just steal a chicken?Besides, it wasn't Lu Yunsheng's, Xu Damao obviously didn't fart, so why did he arrest me and suffer to build the road.

Picking up all the gnocchi in his rice bowl, sticking his teeth and grinning as he touched the burn on his leg, although he was briefly disinfected and smeared with mouse oil in the infirmary yesterday, it would not It will cause inflammation and infection, but after all, it is the flesh that is scalding, and if you don't pay attention to the wound, you can roll in pain.

Master, why is luck so bad?
How did Banggen know the bad luck halo that Lu Yunsheng gave him, and he thought he was simply unlucky. After eating, he waited for his clothes to be warmed and dried by the flames, and then he put his rice bowl beside the campfire.

"Bangjiu, won't your bowl be sent to the fire room?"

A few friends next to him who were also on fire asked curiously.

"What are you giving me? I didn't see that my leg was injured, and I was struggling to walk, so I went to bed first. When you go to deliver the bowls, please drop by."

Braving the wind and snow to deliver a few bowls to the kitchen not far away, Bang Geng was not that stupid, so he took off his cotton boots and planned to lie down in the nest and sleep comfortably.

"Cut, there's a lot of excrement and urine on the lazy donkey."

The boy reluctantly picked up the bowl, and glanced at the stick with disgust on his face: "Take off the socks too, don't they stink?"

Since the road construction team is relatively close to the urban area, a series of needed materials can also be supplied, so they live in brown-green military tents, with a pile of bonfires inside, which is actually warmer than brick houses. It's just that the space is too closed, and when you take off your shoes, the whole military tent stinks.

"I got it, I got it, don't disturb the young master's sleep!"

Stick buried his head in the bed, he was too lazy to talk to his roommates, he planned to recharge his batteries, sneaked home in the dead of night, and stayed in the road construction team for half a day.

He has also observed, because they are too young, so the sentries guarding them are terribly loose. They have already run away with several companions in the past half a day, and the sentries don't say anything when they see them. Big crime, sneaking home and sneaking home.

Soon it was midnight, and the cold wind was howling outside the tent. Both people and animals basically stopped their activities. The whole tent was filled with snoring sounds. After sticking out, he poked his head to hear that there were no sentries around.

"No, if you don't run at this time, when will you wait?"

The more Sticky thought about it, the more itchy he felt. After picking up cow dung for a long time here, although he couldn't dig the soil like an adult, it was really cold enough. It would be great if he could sneak back home.

Thinking of this, Bang Geng suddenly sat up, put on his pair of hot smelly socks, and moved his body to go out, but just moved a few steps, he woke up a little friend who was sleeping next to him.

"Bang, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

A boy who looked a little older than him was suddenly woken up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked with a puzzled face.

Stick was so frightened that he shuddered, and it took him a long time to calm down. He pretended to be disdainful and said, "I'm in charge of the world, and I'm in charge of people's farting? I have to discuss it with you when I take a pee."

After talking about Banggen, he was too lazy to waste time with the other party, so he pulled on his cotton shoes and opened the door of the tent. The moment he opened the door, the piercing cold wind blew directly in front of him, mixed with crushed snow, blowing into the tent. It was so cold that the snot bubbles could not flow out.

"Grandma, whoever kills a thousand knives opens the tent door in the middle of the night, can he suffocate to death if he urinates?!"

"If you want to go out, go out quickly! Slow down!"

"You bastard, if it weren't for the injury on your leg, I would have beaten you into a pig's head, close it quickly, you'll freeze to death!"

The strong wind made everyone shabby from the cold, and they all woke up from their sleep, and the camp suddenly became noisy.

"I know, I know, I'll be back after shitting!"

Seeing that he was outraged by the public, he had to apologize in a low voice even if he was a cheap person. He quickly pulled up the tent and walked to the official road not far away. When he was picking up cow dung during the day, he specially surveyed Check out the surrounding geography.

Knowing that this place is not far from Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, as long as I can find Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant on foot, using this as a reference, it is easy to find my home, but I don’t know where my grandma Jia Zhang is now.

On a severe cold winter night, the wind was raging, and the stick breathed into his sleeve, took out his little sparrow, and wanted to urinate three feet against the wind, but it turned out to be the opposite, the wind was too strong, and the urine soon froze into shattered ice. Being blown by the wind like this, it slapped directly on the face of the stick, and even the corners of the mouth were covered with urine.

"Grandma's, it's all the fault of Stupid Zhu, he doesn't want to wear that green padded jacket for himself. If he had such a thick padded jacket, I wouldn't be frozen like this!"

He pissed on his face, although he said it was scum, but the stick was still stomping his feet angrily, and hurriedly put the frozen little cricket back into his pants.

The stick stem wiped away the ice residue from the corner of his mouth, and instinctively sent it to his nose for a sniff. After finding that it was not as flirty as he had imagined, he took a deep breath and looked around.

Seven or eight camps were stationed in the snow one by one, and it was pitch black.

The only source of light was the tent where the sentry guard was. The crackling fire could still be heard from the raging fire inside, but the sentry guard had obviously fallen asleep long ago.

Stick originally wanted to take advantage of such a good opportunity to escape as soon as possible, but when he thought of the harmonica played by the guards during the day, he felt like a cat scratching his heart. He lost his harmonica on such a late day, and he probably couldn’t figure out who did it. Bar?

Stick wandered around for a while, but finally couldn't hold back the stealing emotion in his heart, and quietly moved towards the tent where the sentinel was with his hands behind his back...