Chapter 272 (1/2)

He thinks that his father knows a lot about his motherland, and his father really knows a lot about his motherland. But after listening to his words, his father was not moved by him, and he still kept his bottom line. Although he was a fugitive and his father was treated unfairly in his own country, his personal integrity could not be lost and he could not really make himself a traitor.

From the standpoint at that time, my father felt that there were many negative and even dark things in his motherland, which was temporary. If you sell your motherland for your own benefit, you will be despicable. The slander you once suffered has become a reality.

So the father just thought for a moment, then righteously said to the local leader: ”now it's like our respective motherland is two neighboring neighbors, something happened to our family, I'll go to your neighbor. You said that you can help me, but you must tell me about your family and your parents' privacy. Do you think such a neighbor is moral, a good neighbor? ”

When the local leader heard this, he felt very embarrassed. He said, ”yes, yes, yes. Let's call it a day. ”

The result of the trial was that my father worked here for several years, and then he could get the chance to stay. Finally, my father stayed here. There has been a mysterious legend on the next door of the northwest continent. People from the motherland once lived here. Now, another guest has come to the northwest. He was to serve a year's imprisonment on the snowy plains of Great Northwest for his illegal crossing.

Life in the northwest gave my father another experience. He said that the prison in his hometown had domesticated him, and the prison in greater northwest had made him wild. According to his father, all the exiled criminals in greater Northwest were concentrated in greater northwest.

The natural conditions in Northwest China are very harsh. It's located in the snow plain. In winter, it's 40 degrees below zero every day. The Siberian cold wave can reach there directly, and the cold air sweeps across the world like a blade.

Summer is another kind of harsh, where a variety of harmful insects will take turns. The mosquitoes here don't have that kind of buzzing sound. As soon as it gets dark, this big mosquito bites you. The local people call it a blood pump. It bites you like a pump and sucks like hell.

In the morning, as soon as the sun comes out, the Gadfly comes. Gadfly will bite you like a cow. The skin of cow and horse is so thick that gadfly can bite. Therefore, all sinners are most afraid of Gadfly. It's a big bag to bite. It's very poisonous.

In addition, when taking a nap, there is a small black insect that will get into the mosquito net. In this way, in the summer of Northwest China, they are constantly tortured 24 hours a day. These insects fall down in three shifts to torture the criminals here.

The life of the sinner will not be very comfortable. He has to work hard during the day and deal with the harsh living environment at night.

However, in his father's view, in the snow plain of Northwest China, despite the harsh environment of heavy physical labor and loss of mother tongue, it was pure physical labor and hardship of life. There was no prison guard who kept on mental and physical torture like Lao Deng. He even felt some happiness.

In greater northwest, there is another strange thing. Many criminals lack arms and legs. Later, I learned that the local people drink all their hands and feet. The people in Northwest China are very fond of alcohol and drink spirits. They are easy to get drunk after drinking too much. Even in winter, many people fall on the spot, people can't freeze to death, the lack of hands and feet is inevitable.

In terms of crime types, criminals in Northwest China steal a lot, and there are basically no political prisoners or counter revolutionary criminals. In such an environment, the father did not learn to drink, but learned to fight.

There, human relationships are simple and rough. It's common to hit people in a quarrel. There were two fights that left a deep impression on my father. The first one was with discipline, who was a local martial arts expert.

My father is 1.8 meters tall, but in the eyes of a big man in Northwest China, he is just a small man who has been abandoned. He is not an opponent of discipline at all. The discipline of the discipline master lifted him up, threw him to the ground, and broke his father's right two ribs with one punch.