dognovel Chapter 119: The Holy Monk at the Labor Camp
Chapter 119: The Holy Monk at the Labor Camp
On the other hand, at the Langfang labor camp, on New Year's Eve, the labor camp was more humane and prepared eight dumplings per head for all prisoners.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the labor reform management personnel began to distribute dumplings according to the cells. There were two large washbasins of dumplings in the cell where Yi Zhonghai was. After putting the dumplings down, the people left.
Seeing the dumplings, all the prisoners in the cell showed surprise. Being able to eat dumplings here on this day of national jubilation is everyone's biggest dream.
Soon, all the people in the cell lined up, holding their rice bowls and receiving dumplings with smiles on their faces.
Without exception, after receiving the dumplings, everyone would go over and put two of them in the bowl of a black-faced man.
At this time, an old man with a haggard look came up to the black-faced man with a basin, reluctantly took out two dumplings and put them into the basin, then turned around and wanted to leave.
"Hey, Great Monk Yi, are there only two of you? People should know how to make sacrifices. Your ancestors, even the Buddha, cut off their flesh to feed eagles. You two dumplings want to be good people. Is that appropriate?" A bespectacled prisoner mocked.
Hearing Yan Jing'er say this, Yi Zhonghai's face was full of bitterness. He glanced at the black-faced man, then walked over and put his dumplings into the bowl one by one, watching the black-faced man's eyes as he put them in.
Until there was only one dumpling left, Yi Zhonghai really didn't want to give it up. It was New Year's Day, and even if he couldn't eat enough, he just wanted to eat a dumpling and experience the flavor of New Year. This was his first New Year here.
"What? You want to eat one too?" asked the black-faced man.
"Yes, it's New Year's Day, can you let me have one? I also want to celebrate the New Year and feel the festive atmosphere, is that okay?" Yi Zhonghai asked pitifully.
"So the holy monk also wants to celebrate the New Year? I thought you were pure and free of desires, so why don't you celebrate the New Year? But, it seems that your ancestors said something... Yan Jinger, you are a cultured person, can you tell me what that saying is?"
Hearing what the boss said, Yan Jinger immediately agreed, "The ancestors of the holy monks said, Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? According to the popular saying now, it means sacrificing the small self for the greater self, right? Yi Zhonghai? Why don't you sacrifice your belly for the sake of all of us!"
Hearing Yan Jing'er's ridicule, Yi Zhonghai felt extremely miserable.
[When he first came, because he had a kind face, and he usually spoke in a righteous tone, and he kept saying he would help this and that, he gained a lot of fans in the labor camp.
This seriously affected the status of the cell boss, who was anxious. If he continued like this, his position as boss would soon change hands. It just proved the saying that people with ability can get along well everywhere.
Seeing these situations, the boss did not dare to challenge Yi Zhonghai immediately, because Yi Zhonghai already had quite a few followers at that time, and he might end up losing more than he gained.
Just when the boss was having a headache, Yan Jing'er came out to offer advice. He told the boss that his only hobby during his labor reform here was to observe how other people spent their days. Through his observation, he found that Yi Zhonghai was a person who only knew how to talk big. He said he would help others, but he had never used his own things to help others.
"Really? Is there such a thing?" asked the boss.
"That's right. I've been observing him for a while. Every day he asks people to help the weak with work and give them more food, but the food in his bowl has never been less. He has never worked for others. On the contrary, the food in his bowl has become more and more, and the work he has to do has become less and less. He is benefiting himself under the banner of doing good for everyone! So, boss, this Yi Zhonghai is a complete hypocrite. Everything he does is to deceive everyone to work for him. This person does have some means, but... it's a pity that he met me." Yan Jinger analyzed proudly.
After listening to what Yan Jinger said, the eldest brother observed carefully for a while, and then found that what Yan Jinger said was absolutely correct.
So one night, the boss and Yan Jing'er worked together to expose Yi Zhonghai's true identity.
After the followers realized what was going on and beat Yi Zhonghai up, they all returned to the boss's side, and Yi Zhonghai also got a nickname, Holy Monk.
Since then, Yi Zhonghai has worked harder than a donkey and eaten less than a dog, and has lived a hard life of cutting meat to feed an eagle.
"Boss, one, just one, can you leave one for me? I just want to eat a dumpling here and reminisce the taste of New Year. Please, boss, I really just want to eat a dumpling, ah ah ah ah..." As he said that, Yi Zhonghai burst into tears.
Yi Zhonghai's crying softened the hearts of some people in the cell.
"Boss, why don't you leave one for him? It's really painful to see a grown man crying like this!" said a prisoner.
"Hey, Xiao Si'er, do you want to be Sun Wukong? Protect the holy monk on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures? How about giving him one of your dumplings?" Yan Jing'er said with a smile.
"Ah? Mine?" Xiao Si'er shouted, "No, no, no, I don't have enough to eat myself, Boss, just ignore what I said and just fart, okay?"
After saying that, Xiao Si patted his lips lightly, lowered his head and quickly ate the dumplings. Giving his dumplings to others? That was impossible.
"Look, I thought you had been converted by the holy monk. You wanted to cut off your flesh to feed the eagle! I didn't expect you were just shouting. It seems that the holy monk's preaching was very successful." Yan Jinger said with a smile.
After hearing Yan Jing'er's words, those who originally felt a little sympathetic towards Yi Zhonghai lowered their heads and started eating their dumplings.
"Well," the eldest brother nodded with satisfaction, "Holy monk, did you see that? No one wants to give you dumplings, so forget it! Buddha said if I don't go to hell, who will? You should stay in hell alone! Go back to sleep! We will help you eat your dumplings, and we will help you remember the New Year atmosphere. Go! Go!"
After saying that, the boss waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly.
Hearing the boss's decisive words, Yi Zhonghai returned to his bunk crying, covered his head with a quilt and cried.
"Hey, he's crying, as if he's so wronged. Where's the energy that allowed him to trick others into giving him food? " the boss said contemptuously.
"Boss, this kind of person is like this. We won't bother with him, but we must be on guard against him. If given a chance, he will climb up. Look, just now, after he cried and complained, someone spoke up for him." Yan Jinger reminded.
"Yes, don't give him the chance, keep him under control, and never give him any chance before he leaves." said the boss.
"Okay, boss, come and eat dumplings. You are the boss so you go first." Yan Jinger complimented.
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