"My name is Zhang Ge, and I just came here today." Seeing that the other party had no intention of accommodating, Zhang had no choice but to take the initiative to introduce himself.

The other party still ignored it, took out a dry bun from the iron box, broke it in half, and handed it to her.

"Thanks, I'm not hungry." Zhang declined, she was pampered all these years, and she was no longer used to eating this kind of dry food.

The other party put half of it back in the iron box, got up and took a clean bowl from under the bed, poured half a bowl from a marching iron kettle hanging at the head of the bed, soaked the bun in the bowl, ate it in a big gulp, poured another half bowl and rinsed his mouth, and then went to bed and picked up a finished cloth flower in the corner of the bed, and sewed it up carefully and carefully, as if he had forgotten the existence of Zhang.

Zhang touched his nose, but he was not angry, smiled, turned around and put his quilt on the head of the bed, took the basin, got out of the tent, and went to a well not far away to fetch water.

She shook the wheels by the well as she surveyed the surroundings of the camp.

There were about twenty tents in the whole camp, and each tent could accommodate at least thirty people, which means that there were at least six hundred women like her in this brothel camp in the middle of the barracks.

The camp occupies a kilometer of the area, surrounded by a wooden fence more than three meters high, there are only two camp gates for entry and exit, the door is guarded by guards, with the ability of a weak woman, the possibility of escaping is almost zero, not to mention that the people here may not be forced to come in like her, some people are forced by life, for a bite to eat before they come in voluntarily.

The weather was cold, but there were still many women squatting by the well, beating their clothes with sticks, their hands were already soaked red, and some of them even had frostbite, inflammation and ulceration, but they were still numb and doing the work in their hands.

When Zhang's was fetching water by the well, they all raised their heads to look at her from time to time, with a hint of a smile on their faces, which made her a little hairy, she had stayed in the Hongxing Courtyard for three years, and she was no longer the innocent widow of the year, she was too familiar with this kind of look, those old bustards in the Hongxing Courtyard were all like this, but there was a trace of madness and cruelty in the eyes of these people, and it was clear that they were indifferent and gloating about an innocent little white rabbit who was about to be devoured by a hungry wolf when he was dying.

She didn't dare to stay longer, hurriedly fetched water, and quickly turned back to the camp.

Looking at her figure as if she was running away, one of the several washerwomen suddenly said: "I bet that she won't last a day, ten copper coins, who dares to bet with me." ”

"Impossible, looking at her round and jade, she must be pampered, her body and bones can withstand tossing, and she can last at least four days."

"This time you are all wrong, round buttocks, big tits, fine skin and tender meat, this kind of woman is the most capable and adaptable, and she has no problem coping with twenty men a day, at least for a month, when the dough first came, isn't it the same?"

"That dough is simply a lack of tendons, and a man can serve it, and I'm afraid that she is just a woman in the world, you think everyone is like her and has no shame, and any man can be Song Yu Pan'an."

"I think you're jealous of that dough, dozens of men come to her every day, and you're itching too, but it's a pity, it's a pity, at your age, it's those old men with dysentery to help you......"

The woman who was choked white laughed and scolded: "You old nest skin who can be used as a belt with a milk bag and the face to say old lady, believe it or not, the old lady stuffed your mouth with stinky socks that haven't been washed for two years!" ”

"Come on, my mother has a belly pocket that hasn't been washed for three years!"

Several women laughed uncontrollably and got up to chase after them, as if this was the only way to drive away the cold from their bodies.

When Zhang returned to the tent, she heard the sound of a quarrel inside, and saw that in front of the bed where she was, several women were pulling the quilt that belonged to Zhang, scrambling, and scolding each other.

"Thousands of poked dough, let go, this is not your thing, can you control it!"

"Phew, you scavenging vulture mother jackals, no stinky meat can hide from your jackal-like nose, this woman just helped me get back the silver, she is kind to me, my dough is not you heartless, as long as I am here, you are not allowed to touch her things, if you want to pick up the cheap, get out of another tent!"

In the scramble, the dough was surrounded by several women, punched and kicked, seeing that she was clutching the quilt and not letting go, those women obviously knew her donkey temper, so they had to let go of their hands hatefully, spit on her, and cut Zhang's quilt into rags with scissors, and scolded in their mouths: "If you don't give it to us, you must not leave it to her!" The rules can't be broken! ”

After speaking, several people walked towards Zhang with satisfaction, as if Zhang did not exist, but a few thin women deliberately knocked Zhang to a stagger, and the water in the basin also splashed out, several women glared at her and scolded fiercely: "Give us care!" ”

After saying that, he laughed unscrupulously and escaped a group of unashamed female hooligans.

Poor Miss Wenwan, a scholarly family in the Zhang family, although she is already married to a woman, it is the first time she has seen such a group of wolf-like women, standing there motionless and not daring to move.

Their hands touched and pinched her body, searched for it, found nothing valuable, and then aimed at the beaded flower on Zhang's head, and quickly snatched it.

When Zhang wanted to snatch it back, a group of people had already dispersed and ran out of the tent.

……

Zhang straightened out his hair, silently walked to the woman in her lower bunk, and whispered thank you, but the other party didn't say a word, casually threw the torn quilt back to her, and said coldly:

"You helped me get back the silver, I helped you get the quilt back, no one owes anyone in the future, don't make trouble for me again, look at your poor trouble, what kind of place do you think this is, who are you going to seduce when it's so neat and clean? Thanks to the rest of our battalion today, if you change your usual life, you would have been tossed to death by those jackal-like men a long time ago! Any idea how many sassy foxes like you have died in your bed? ”

Zhang was stunned by her reprimand, no matter how she said it, she was also a woman who had been in Hongxing Courtyard for three years, no man had ever seen it, and she was not very afraid, but this woman who was younger than her was old-fashioned when she spoke, like the tone of a woman who was dozens of years old, and asked for a long time: "Thank you, what's your name?" ”

Maybe it was because she hadn't felt the kindness of others for too long, Zhang's gentleness made the woman obviously a little surprised, stared at Zhang for a while, her voice softened slightly, and said, "Everyone else calls me dough." ”

A woman in the same tent next to her interjected with a smile: "Anyone else, it's the nickname given to her by the men who have messed with her, saying that she is white, like a flour roll." ”

The dough glared at the other party: "I want you to do a lot of things!" ”