Chapter 172 (2/2)

Zheng Quzhi's legs were still trembling. When he was hesitating and did not know where to go, he saw 200 waving to him: ”brother, here!”

As soon as the voice fell, he was whipped by the supervisor.

Zheng Quzhi picked his eyebrows and walked towards him. After squatting down beside him, Zheng Quzhi lowered his voice and asked, ”is our task to weed?”

”And catching insects and watering the soil.” 200 this time, his brain turned a corner and learned Zheng Quzhi to lower his voice.

Zheng Quzhi impatiently put the tip of his tongue against his cheek. He looked down at 200 and saw that he had long fingers and distinct bony joints at a young age. He couldn't help but tut.

Is this kid's hand a little familiar?

Is frowning to recall where he saw such a pair of hands, back suddenly a pain.

”What a fool! Get to work The man swearing.

On Zheng Quzhi's forehead, beads of sweat about the size of beans sprang up. The whip was probably dipped in hot pepper water, which hurt him more than ever before. The skin of the beaten place is broken, and the wound is touched with hot pepper water. It looks like it's going to burn.

This also dare not speak any more, hastened to pull the grass honestly. At the same time, he took a look at 200, but he didn't cry and didn't cry?

Zheng Quzhi was stunned by this glance. Although the little boy didn't cry, he was not far away from crying. Those eyes were wet, and they looked like they were going to cry and endure.

Taking back his eyes, Zheng Quzhi pulled the grass with his head down.What the hell is this called a penitentiary? Feed the child rotten rice and chili water, whip the child, shock the child Are these all hurting children? Even if you get out of here, those children will have psychological shadow, right?

What's more, Gong Qiu was a dead man when he found himself, and he had not come out of the convent, which means he died in the convent?

It's a place where people will die soon.

Zheng Qu's bosom friend felt cold and regretted that he didn't read the books given by Wei Yan when he was outside. He didn't understand whether all the people in this illusion were dead, or whether some people were still alive.

If they're all dead, it's big news, right? Or did some of them die outside in a natural way?

The more you think about it, the more you wonder.

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the work was not finished until 12:00 p.m. Hungry and tired, the sun is still so hot overhead. A few girls have been afraid to cry, for fear that the punishment in the morning meeting will come upon them.

The supervisors did not seem to have any intention of stopping them to eat. Several teams of people had finished their prescribed work, so they washed their hands and went to line for dinner.

The quiet place sounded the chirping sound, everyone's stomach all sang the empty city plan. Zheng Quzhi is a little lucky. Fortunately, his soul came in, and he would not feel hungry.

”Uncle, when can we have dinner?” Some people can't help speaking.

Bang!

”You want to eat before you finish your work?! shut up! Do it! In the afternoon, there are still tasks in the afternoon. If you haven't finished, you will work all night! ” The man roared fiercely, a whip swung on the man's face.