"Hurry up.
We must clear away all the weeds in this plantation today.
Aren't you good at fighting?
Then give me all your fighting strength and use it to weed.
Damn it, another person died today.
If I let I know who killed him, I will definitely skin him and cramp him before he can work for me as soon as possible."
Behind him came the roar of dissatisfaction from the reformer, and the whip in his hand hit the prisoners who were lazy and did not work from time to time, causing screams to ring out throughout the plantation.
I don’t know if Fan Wei’s show of strength last night shocked these renovators, or if they have an instinctive fear of He Qiushui.
Therefore, in the area where He Qiushui was weeding, not only the renovators were not very It's very pleasant to come here, and the whip won't fall on anyone here.
The bosses who can go into the plantation to weed are obviously the most powerful bosses in Jinshan Road Prison, so they have such a simple job.
However, even so, they must remove the weeds themselves to help this place. fruit trees grow better.
Compared with those jobs where people are assigned to work in mines where their lives are in danger at any time, their job is obviously the best, it is easy and without danger.
While hoeing, Fan Wei's eyes were focused on He Qiushui, who was not too far away from him.
At this time, He Qiushui was very serious about weeding.
He even seemed to be particularly interested in certain weeds.
This made Fan Wei a little surprised.
Could this guy really be a poison made from weeds?
But if If that's true, then what is the needle-like object he just took out?
The work lasted for more than three hours.
After noon, the renovators shouted for everyone to stop working temporarily.
At this time, some big guys who were close to the reformers ran over and smiled and asked for a cigarette to smoke.
As for other prisoners, they did not get this kind of treatment.
Being able to drink water was considered good.
Prisons are like this.
Sometimes the reformers have to rely on the big guys inside to help subdue the prisoners.
After all, there are very few reformers compared to the huge number of prisoners.
The reformers swore that no one would have lunch, but after everyone sat down to rest, they still summoned more than a dozen prisoners to move the meals from the truck that had been delivered, and everyone began to queue up and wait for their meals.
Come.
Fan Wei stood up.
When he and his bald men walked over and wanted to line up, they found that the prisoners who were originally waiting in line consciously moved out of the line and made way for him.
Fan Wei couldn't help but chuckle.
It seemed that after showing off his skills with the bald men just now, he had gained the respect of these prisoners.
Now they were all capable people and could enjoy the same treatment as the bosses.
Since the prisoners took the initiative to get out of the way, Fan Wei didn't show any pretense.
He walked directly to the meal point with his bald head, took the meals prepared by the reformers, found a corner and squatted down to start eating. .
"Boss, it seems they are afraid of us.
Hehe, they even let us eat first."
The bald man smiled proudly, squatted on the ground and wolfed down the food.
Also, they had not gotten anything at all in the past two days.
It was a good nutritional supplement, and after walking so many miles and killing so many people, even if all he had in his hands were some rice balls and vegetable soup without much oil and water, they were obviously delicious dishes.
While eating, Fan Wei's eyes kept looking around, and soon locked his eyes on He Qiushui, who was squatting alone on the other side eating.
He gnawed on the rice ball casually, but his other hand seemed to be still rummaging for something among the weeds he had just collected.
It seems that he has really done research on these weeds.
After dinner, the renovators asked everyone to start weeding again.
At this time, He Qiushui held a small bamboo basket full of weeds in his hand and asked to go to the toilet.
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The renovator agreed without thinking.
There was no toilet in this plantation, so he had to stay away from the crowd to avoid the stench.
All the prisoners and reformers did not take He Qiushui's request seriously.
This person naturally had to eat, drink, and defecate, which was a normal physiological need.
Not to mention that the plantation was surrounded by high-voltage power grids, and there were armed guards at the door.
People can get away with it, so there is no need to make a fuss at all.
However, only Fan Wei felt that something seemed not right.
I'm just going to the toilet.
Is it necessary to bring the bamboo basket with the weeds?
The weeds are not gold, and I'm afraid they will be stolen.
He always felt that He Qiushui seemed to be hiding some secrets.
The mysterious needle held in his fist always gave Fan Wei a familiar feeling.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
After He Qiushui left the crowd, Fan Wei also told the reformer next to him that he had a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet.
He also quietly left the crowd and walked quietly in the direction of He Qiushui.
Gradually leaving the crowd, Fan Wei advanced quietly to the east of the plantation.
He was surrounded by tall fruit trees, which hid his figure very well.
It's just that the scope of this plantation is too large, so he searched for a long time but couldn't find He Qiushui.
"It's strange, where is this guy hiding?
He can't be found."
Facing this dense and vast plantation, Fan Wei was really at a loss for a while.
Just when he was about to return without success, he suddenly I heard a slight noise not far away When there was movement, Fan Wei's eyes lit up with excitement.
He hurriedly and cautiously leaned against the fruit tree and approached the place where the sound was coming from.
Until he came to a dense fruit tree with leaves everywhere, he found that he could no longer walk past it. .
Because the dense leaves cover the body, if you want to continue moving forward, you must make a noise, which will naturally expose your whereabouts.
On second thought, Fan Wei slapped his head and secretly cursed himself for being stupid for not knowing how to use such a good spying tool as a golden needle.
He hurriedly conveyed the order to Golden Needle, and soon a golden arc was drawn.
Golden Needle quickly passed through the dense fruit forest and arrived at the area where the sound had just been made.
After not searching for long, Fan Wei saw He Qiushui, who was half-sitting under the fruit tree and smashing the weeds piled between his legs with stones.
He ordered Jin Zhen to zoom in to see exactly what he was doing.
Soon, a very clear picture appeared in Fan Wei's mind.
He Qiushui was sweating profusely at this time, holding up rocks to smash the weeds he had just hoeed, and skillfully wrapping the smashed weeds together with his other hand.
Then continue to smash it with rocks, and the cycle starts again.
Now Fan Wei understood that the sound just now was made by He Qiushui when he smashed the rocks.
What makes Fan Wei feel strange is, what does He Qiushui want to do by smashing these weeds to such a pulp?
Is it really like what the prisoners said, that he can use weeds to prepare poison in proportion?
But what he saw in front of him was...
Qiu Shui smashed the weeds in such a chaotic manner, and he really didn't have the demeanor of the legendary poison mixing master at all.
With inner confusion, Fan Wei decided to continue observing.
He Qiushui would definitely make his next move.
Sure enough, when He Qiushui smashed all the weeds in the bamboo basket and gathered them together, he stopped what he was doing, stood up and rubbed his sore waist, while turning his head and looking around warily.
A few glances.
After seeing that there was no movement around, he squeezed the completely rotten weeds with both hands, and dripped all the juice from the weeds onto a palm-sized fruit leaf. .
After he took a deep breath, he threw away the squeezed weed, and then his right hand touched the hair on the back of his head and neck.
"This is this."
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Fan Wei's eyes widened.
The next scene that appeared in his mind filled him with incomparable shock and disbelief.
It was at this moment that he finally understood why the needle in He Qiushui's fist looked so familiar.
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