Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Chapter 323

The damned Captain also made them compete as he had a few people lined up. If they couldn’t finish by the end of the day, they had to continue as they couldn’t eat until they were done.

As a result, Han Qinghua, who came last every time, could only eat cold leftovers every day.

It was the same scenario for lunch and dinner.

He would lie on the kang feeling hungry, but he also had to endure the stench of sweaty feet on the shared kang, making it difficult to fall asleep.

He’d also wake up in the middle of the night due to his hunger.

Waking up in the middle of the night inside the communal room was a living hell. There were people grinding their teeth, snoring, talking in their sleep and even sleepwalking. Han Qinghua was frightened on so many occasions that his nerves were weakened.

On the first day of his arrival, Han Qinghua woke up terrified at night and couldn’t sleep at all.

When he was driven to exercise the next day, he was exhausted. Besides, he still had to go to work despite not having a full stomach…

Not only that, but he also had to bear mental threats as well.

Zhao Jianshe vented all his anger towards Han Qingsong on him, threatening to kill him all day long. The twisted man even placed needles in his shoes and hid dried excrement on his bunk.

No matter how generous and arrogant Han Qinghua was in the past, he was entirely useless now. He wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and escape this place.

It was a pity that the soldiers here were all armed with live ammunition and their eyes were like searchlights. Anyone who fell behind their routine could even be spotted, let alone escape.

As long as anyone dared to escape, they could be shot and killed directly.

Oh my god… Han Qinghua felt like he had fallen into an endless hell and could never go home again.

The whistle to wake up rang again.

Han Qinghua climbed up like a conditioned reflex, put on his clothes and folded the quilt. Quickly, he got off the kang to put on his shoes.

“Behave well and strive for a reduced sentence!” The squad leader in charge of escorting them kept emphasizing this sentence repeatedly, “Don’t try to put your crooked ways to no good!”

Han Qinghua’s expression was numb and his heart was suffering. After so many days, Shorty and Skinny who came in with him have already adapted to life here, but he was still miserable.

He imagined that his Third Brother was just punishing him for a bit, but he would definitely be taken home soon.

He had been looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was the reunion festival, because he believed that his Third Brother would definitely come to pick him up.

Even if he didn’t, his parents would force him to!

He confidently looked forward to the day, but as a result, he got up early in the morning during the Mid-Autumn Festival to exercise, grab food and harvest… After dinner, even when he was locked in the woodshed by Zhao Jianshe and the others, Han Qingsong never came to pick him up.

He finally broke down and couldn’t take it anymore.

The scene of that night was still vivid.

“Han Qinghua, don’t think you’re safe just because your Third Crother is the Director of the Commune Public Security Bureau. He is actually nothing but a lump of shit as he’s not as good as my second uncle. You see, my second uncle used his connections and made sure that I’m living a fair life here without needing to contribute my labor. I can still bully you if I want to, but you? Not so much.”

“Y-you don’t dare to hit me…” Han Qinghua shook his head like a sieve, but still maintained his rationality.