Chapter 215 I said all the sins are mine
The next morning, the prisoners who had finished breakfast in the prison entered the factory and started today's work.
Going to jail is not about hanging around and waiting to die. One of the main purposes of the civil law system is reform through labor.
Prisoners in the prison can work at a certain price lower than the market price and perform low-threshold jobs under the arrangement of the prison, such as making clothes and driving screws.
Those without vocational skills can also choose to receive employment training in prisons. The saved wages can be used to buy instant noodles and other daily necessities in prison, or they can be saved for use after release.
Different prisons have different tasks assigned to prisoners depending on the regional conditions.
The main job in Shen Yugu Prison is to make stationery, fill ink and seal the refills of ballpoint pens. It's a very simple job that only takes a few minutes to learn and you can be proficient in it in a day, so the salary is also very low.
Lao Li liked this job very much because he found that filling ballpoint pens with ink in prison made more money than farming.
City dwellers who have no fingers in the spring water always have misunderstandings about farmers. How difficult can it be to farm? Isn’t it just a matter of burying the seeds, watering them, fertilizing them and waiting for harvest? During slack times, you can take your idle car out and drive Didi, and you can also rent out your spare house, not to mention the extra benefits.
However, the actual situation is far from that simple.
Li Tie grows rice in the countryside. After deducting the cost of seeds, fertilizers, herbicides and natural disaster losses every year, even in the best harvest years, it is difficult to earn 5,000 yuan a year. This is after excluding the labor costs of the heavy labor such as getting up early and staying up late every day, spraying pesticides and weeding, diverting water to irrigate the fields, and transplanting rice seedlings that make his waist tired and sick.
As for working on the assembly line in prison, even an old guy like Lao Li, who is not in good health and is not skilled at work, can earn about 3-500 yuan a month, and all meals and accommodation are included. , even if you get sick, there will be a doctor to see you.
In this land, even the prisoners in prison live better than the farmers.
Sitting on the small bench and putting a handful of filled ink refills into a ballpoint pen, Li Tie felt a little pleased.
The assembly line is really nice. You don’t have to worry about the weather or the heavy rain that might knock down the rice seedlings. There is no need to worry about wage subsidies being deducted by unscrupulous village chiefs. No wonder all the young men in the village go to work in the electronics factory in Yanzhou.
Children in school use these ballpoint pens to read and write. Do they know that the pens in their hands were made by an old guy like me who made mistakes?
After thinking about it, Lao Li thought it was better not to know. He is illiterate and should not affect the children's learning.
Lao Li stood up from the bench and pushed a basket of ballpoint pens to the wall. It was noon.
After lunch, there is a 2-hour lunch break and walking time. At this time every day, Lao 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 being released from prison, how to find the village chief's family after he is released, how to take revenge without being discovered... He is also quietly planning today.
At this time, a strange-looking inmate wearing prison uniform sat next to him.
Old Li looked up in surprise. He was a middle-aged man with a faint beard. He didn't recognize him.
"Young man, why don't you go play basketball?" Lao Li said with a smile.
During the precious lunch break, other inmates either went back to their cells to sleep or went to play basketball on the basketball court. He was rarely so unsociable.
"I don't like playing basketball." The man smiled and put a bottle of Coke on the bench.
Lao Li glanced at the plastic bottle of Coke and his Adam's apple twitched. He had drank Coke before and knew that this stuff was sweet and delicious.
Prisoners can use their own wages to buy coke from the prison guards. There are no entertainment activities in the prison. Although the food is nutritious, it is really not delicious. Coke and instant noodles are rare improvements to the food. Things are in short supply 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 the Coke is, it belongs to others. Only what you work for is yours. This is his simple morality. Look, he killed the village chief because he was cut off from his livelihood, not because he was jealous of other people's big villas.
Seeing Lao Li's reaction, the man chuckled and said: "Lao Li, you still want to take revenge on the village chief's family after you go out, right?"
"Huh?!" Lao Li was shocked: "I , No, not...how did you..."
"Don't rush to refute, let me ask you a question." The man put an index finger in front of his lips and made a 'shh' gesture, and whispered. Said:
“If now, someone reports Because of your village chief's corruption and other charges, the government confiscated all his illegal gains, his villa was demolished, his savings were confiscated, and his son and daughter were not allowed to take the public examination. His wife who helped him hide the stolen money was also sent to prison. His family They all received the punishment they deserve..."
"In this case, do you still want to kill them?" Lao Li was stunned, opened his mouth, but only uttered one word: "I... ”
He is not a rogue who disobeys the rule of law. On the contrary, Lao Li believes that bad guys will be punished by law. This is the simplest idea of this illiterate farmer.
Otherwise, he would not have complained to the village several times after the sewage from the village chief's villa was discharged into his field. If it were a shrewd old woman, she would start cursing as soon as the construction of the village chief's villa started.
But for such a simple-minded farmer who believes in the rule of law, when he heard that the village chief’s family would be punished and his illegal income would be confiscated, his first reaction was not joy, nor was it the revenge of a great revenge. of pleasure.
But deny it.
"How is that possible!" Lao Li lost his voice and said: "I...I want to chop them to death with my own hands. I have to chop to death these landlords who bully the poor. I must, I must, I...I, I..."
What’s wrong with me?
It is obviously a good thing for bad people to be punished. How could I be so impulsive?
Just when Lao Li was about to attribute all this to emotional impulse and wanted to condemn himself, the man next to him spoke again.
He said softly: "Then let's change the question."
"Suppose I am released from prison in a few months, and I find the village chief's family for you, and kill them all one by one to avenge you. What do you think?"
This time Lao Li's The answer was very quick:
“No!”
He stood up suddenly, his eyes red: “No, no, No, you can't avenge me, I have to avenge myself, I have to chop them to death with my own hands, I have to chop them to death with my own hands, I must..."
It can't be the law, it can't be someone else, it must be It's me, it must be the knife in my own hand, nothing else will work, nothing else will work, it won't work...
"Okay, I understand." The man smiled and told him not to get excited: "I was just making an analogy."
Lao Li sat down again and heard the man ask again: " You don’t want a fair and just trial, and you don’t want others to avenge you. You have decided that you must do it yourself... Don’t you think that this Isn’t this idea a bit strange?”
Lao Li scratched his head: “It seems a bit...”
After calming down, he felt that the other party was right, and his idea was indeed a bit strange. It was extreme. If it was just because of my emotions, it would be understandable that I had such extreme thoughts at the time, but how long has it been now? I actually have been holding such extreme thoughts, with no intention of changing or repenting.
When did I become like this?
Lao Li was a little confused. He was obviously not like this.
“Here, I’ll treat you to a Coke.” The man smiled and handed the unscrewed bottle to Lao Li.
"No, no, no, that's yours, I can't have it." Lao Li waved his hands repeatedly and refused: "I can't drink your Coke."
"It doesn't matter, I'll take it. You drink." The man smiled and said, "How dare you resist bullying the poor. Village chief, I admire you very much. I think you are like the Liangshan hero in Water Margin. I will definitely treat you to a drink when I get the chance."
"It's a pity that there is no wine here, so I can only treat you to it. Drinking Coke.”
The man pushed the Coke bottle forward again.
Lao Li subconsciously moved his body back and opened his eyes wide: "What's going on..."
He is a person who loves to drink and brag. According to his usual Personality, the other party talked like this, even if he didn't like to drink Coke, he would take the bottle and take a big sip, not to mention he quite likes this sweet water.
But now, he refused this man's kindness without thinking, as if an indestructible chain bound Lao Li's spirit, saying to him with bloody spikes:
[This bottle of Coke is not mine. I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot drink this bottle of Coke]
Old Li raised his head in shock and saw a green-faced evil ghost face.
"You...it's you!" Old Li screamed: "It's you! Could it be that the village chief, that day...it was you..."
Ning Zhe looked at Old Li's face Seeing the ghostly look, he laughed:
“Yes, it’s me.”
(End of this chapter)