Chapter 215: I Say All Sins Belong to Me

The next morning, the prisoners in the prison finished breakfast and entered the factory building, starting today's work.

Being in prison is not about mixing food and waiting to die. One of the main points of the civil law system is labor reform.

Prisoners in prison can perform some low-threshold work under the arrangement of the prison, such as garment making, screwing, etc., with wages lower than the market price.

Those without professional skills can also choose to accept the prison's employment training. The saved wages can be used to buy instant noodles and other daily necessities in the prison, or can be saved for use after release.

Different prisons arrange different work for prisoners depending on the regional situation.

The main work of Chenyu Valley Prison is making stationery, filling ink into ballpoint pen refills, and sealing glue. It is very simple work, requiring only a few minutes of learning cost to get started, and one can be proficient in a day, so the wages are also very low.

Old Li likes this job very much, because he found that filling ink into ballpoint pens in prison makes more money than farming.

City people who don't touch spring water with their ten fingers always have many misunderstandings about farmers, thinking how hard can farming be? Isn't it just burying seeds, watering, fertilizing, and waiting for the harvest? During the slack season, you can also take out the idle car to drive Didi, and the extra houses can also be rented out, not to mention how comfortable it is.

However, the actual situation is far from that simple.

Li Tie grows rice in the countryside. Every year, after deducting seed costs, chemical fertilizers, herbicide costs, and natural disaster losses, even in the best harvest year, it is difficult to earn 5,000 yuan a year. This is still after deducting the labor costs of his heavy labor such as getting up early and working late every day, applying medicine and weeding, diverting water and watering fields, and transplanting seedlings that have ruined his waist.

And doing assembly line work in prison, even for an old guy like Old Li who is not in good health and is not skilled in work, can earn about 300-500 yuan a month, and food and lodging are all included, and there are doctors to see him if he gets sick.

In this land, even the prisoners in prison live better than farmers.

Sitting on a small stool and putting a filled pen refill into a ballpoint pen, Old Li feels a bit beautiful in his heart.

Assembly lines are really good. You don't have to look at the sky to eat, worrying about when a strong wind or heavy rain will blow down the seedlings and have no harvest. You don't have to worry about wages and subsidies being deducted by the black-hearted village chief. No wonder the young men in the village all go to the electronics factory in Yanzhou to work.

The children in school use this kind of ballpoint pen, right? Do they know that the pen in their hands was made by an old guy like me who made a mistake?

After thinking about it, Old Li feels it is better not to know. He is illiterate, so don't affect the children's learning.

Old Li stood up from the small stool and pushed a basket of ballpoint pens to the wall. It was noon.

After lunch, there is a 2-hour nap and walking time. Every day at this time, Old Li likes to sit alone in the aisle between the factory building and the basketball court, thinking about some messy things.

For example, calculating how much money he can save after getting out of prison, how to find the village chief's family after getting out, how to take revenge without being discovered... Today he is also planning quietly.

At this time, a new-faced fellow inmate wearing a prison uniform sat down next to him.

Old Li looked up in surprise. It was a middle-aged man with a faint blue beard. He didn't know him.

"Young man, not going to play basketball?" Old Li smiled woodenly.

During the precious nap time, other fellow inmates either went back to the cell to sleep or went to the basketball court to play. Few people were as unsociable as him.

"I don't like playing basketball." The man smiled and put a bottle of Coke on the bench.

Old Li glanced at the plastic bottled Coke. His Adam's apple moved. He had drunk Coke and knew this thing was sweet and delicious.

Prisoners can use their wages to buy Coke from prison guards. There are no entertainment activities in prison. Although the food guarantees nutrition, it is really not delicious. Coke and instant noodles are considered rare things to improve food, and they are very popular here.

"This is mine, you can't drink it." The man said with a smile.

Old Li nodded: "I know, I know."

No matter how good Coke is, it is someone else's thing. Only what he earns by labor is his own. This is his simple moral view. He killed the village chief because his way of life was cut off, not because he was jealous of other people's big villa.

Seeing Old Li's reaction, the man laughed: "Old Li, you still want to take revenge on the village chief's family after you get out, right?"

"Ah?!" Old Li was shocked: "I, no, not... how do you..."

"Don't rush to refute, I will ask you a question." The man put an index finger in front of his lips and made a "shh" gesture, whispering:

"Suppose now, someone reported your village chief's corruption and other crimes, the government confiscated all his illegal gains, the villa was demolished, the deposits were confiscated, his sons and daughters were not allowed to take the civil service exam, and his wife who helped him hide the stolen money was also sent to prison, and his whole family received the punishment they deserved..."

"In this case, do you still want to kill them?" Old Li froze, opened his mouth, but only spat out one word: "I..."

He is not a ruffian who doesn't obey the rule of law. On the contrary, Old Li believes that bad people will be punished by law. This is the simplest idea of this illiterate farmer.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have reported to the village several times after the sewage from the village chief's villa was discharged into his field. If it were a spicy old woman, she would have started scolding the street as soon as the village chief's villa started construction.

But such a farmer with simple concepts and belief in the rule of law, hearing that the village chief's family was going to be punished and the illegal gains were going to be confiscated, his first reaction in his heart was not joy, nor was it the pleasure of revenge.

But denial.

"How can that be!" Old Li said out loud: "I... I have to hack them to death with my own hands, I have to hack this group of landlords who bully the poor to death, I must, I must, I... I, I..."

What is wrong with me?

It is clearly a good thing for bad people to be punished, why am I so impulsive?

Just when Old Li was about to attribute all this to emotional impulse and wanted to condemn himself, the man next to him spoke again.

He said lightly: "Let's change the question."

"Suppose I get out of prison in a few months, I find the village chief's family for you, and hack them all to death one by one, taking revenge for you, what do you think?"

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This time Old Li's answer was very fast:

"No!"

He stood up abruptly, his eyes red: "No, no, no, you can't help me take revenge, I have to take revenge myself, I have to hack them to death with my own hands, I must hack them to death with my own hands, I must..."

It cannot be the law, it cannot be someone else, it must be me, it must be the knife in my own hand, nothing else will work, nothing else is allowed, no...

"Okay, I understand." The man smiled, signaling him not to be excited: "I'm just making an analogy."

Old Li sat down again, only hearing the man ask again: "You don't want a fair and just trial, nor do you want others to take revenge for you, you are determined that you must do it yourself... Don't you think such an idea is a bit strange?"

Old Li scratched his head: "It seems a bit..."

After calming down, he felt that the other party was right. His idea was indeed a bit extreme. If it was just an extreme idea at the time of emotional impulse, it was understandable, but how long has it been now? He actually kept holding such an extreme idea, without any tendency to change or repent.

When did I become like this?

Old Li was a bit confused. He was clearly not like this before.

"Come, please drink Coke." The man smiled and handed the bottle with the cap unscrewed to Old Li.

"No, no, no, that's yours, I can't have it." Old Li waved his hands repeatedly, refusing: "I can't drink your Coke."

"It doesn't matter, I invite you to drink." The man said with a smile: "You dare to resist the village chief who bullies the poor, I admire you very much, I think you are like the Liangshan heroes in Water Margin, I will definitely invite you to drink if I have a chance after going out."

"It's a pity there is no wine here, I can only invite you to drink Coke."

The man pushed the Coke bottle forward again.

Old Li subconsciously moved his body back and opened his eyes wide: "What is going on..."

He is a person who loves to drink and brag. According to his usual personality, the other party has already spoken like this, even if he doesn't like to drink Coke, he would take the bottle and drink a big mouthful, not to mention he quite likes this little sweet water.

But now, he refused the man's kindness without thinking, as if an indestructible chain bound Old Li's spirit, saying to him with bleeding tips:

【This bottle of Coke is not mine, I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot drink this bottle of Coke】

Old Li looked up in shock and saw a ferocious ghost face with a green face and fangs.

"You... it's you!" Old Li screamed: "It's you! Could it be that the village chief, that day... was also you..."

Ning Zhe looked at the expression on Old Li's face as if he had seen a ghost, and laughed:

"Yes, it's me."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 216 =====