Wang Mei raised his hand and grabbed the statue of the female general with a bow and arrow in front of him. The determination to fight on the battlefield before, to move forward, and to die seems to have returned to her again. Mo Xuyu's life once again passed through her mind like a movie. Finally, a voice seemed to ask her:

"You have a heart, you have been fighting all your life, and you are decisive in killing?"

"No mercy to the enemy!" whether it is in front or in the rear. As long as there is hostility towards her, she will try to get rid of it.

As if even her unspoken words were understood by this voice, a scroll made of light appeared in front of her, the texture of which Wang Mei had only seen when "Star Dou Essence" appeared. Obviously, this spell and "Star Dou Essence" should be from the hand of one person.

The scroll slowly opened, and the first line of the first volume read: Decisive killing, too angry. For the general is still acceptable, for the king is too strong. After the judgment, the tribulation has been tribulated.

The last word "robbery" fell. Wang Mei's sensory memory was deprived again. Compared to the last time, she has taken it much calmer. Her body was still standing in place, but her expression was as if she had fallen asleep, calm and serene.

No matter how prosperous the city is, or the barren and withered countryside, whether it is the capital of a country or a small gathering in the countryside, there are always a few voices that whisper and plead as people walk by: "Good Samaritan, be kind!"

"Have pity on my child!"

"Thank you, thank you, you will be rewarded!"

The little boy in tattered clothes walked in the middle of the crowd, holding a broken bowl with a missing corner in his left hand, and the drooping pigtails that should have been neatly tied on either side were scattered as if they had been swept by a strong wind, and only a few strands of yellow withered grass hair fluttered as she walked.

"Whose child is this? It's so pitiful!" a woman in a clean cloth shirt was the first to see the child, and with a sigh of relief, put half of the steamed bun in her broken bowl. The girl's weak body trembled, and she said a little timidly: "Thank you, auntie!"

The woman's family looked like this, thinking of her son who was also drooping in the family, but was white and fat, inexplicably her heart softened a little, and put the steamed bun that she was originally holding in the other half of her hand in her bowl, "It's so small, why did it come out......"

"You don't know? Her father died last year! But her mother is not a backbone, and her father ran away with others as soon as he died. Isn't this the only one left to live with her lame grandma?" said a person in the shop next to him who knew the matter, and his mouth was slurking, obviously with a little sigh.

"This little girl, come with me, there is meat to eat!" A middle-aged woman in a yellow linen dress suddenly appeared in front of the little boy with a loving face. Xiao Tong blinked, and then heard the woman behind her who gave her a steamed bun shouting angrily: "Huang Yapo, don't bully the child! This child is less than five years old, and you will sell it again?"

"Why am I bullying children?!" Listening to the woman's shout, the old woman, who was smiling kindly in the last second, stood up with a pair of triangular eyes, unceremoniously broke a large piece of steamed bun from the girl's bowl in her hand, and while biting hard, she shouted back with great momentum:

"Her dead ghost grandma died this morning! I was kind enough to help her collect her bones, and when she was dying, she still asked me to take care of her little granddaughter, who was less than five years old!" Speaking of this, Huang Yapo proudly took out a piece of paper and shouted at the people who were paying attention here: "Look at it! This is the deed signed by her dead ghost grandma with me!"

On the piece of paper she shook out, some words were written crookedly, and there was a faint red fingerprint at the bottom, which should be the handprint of the girl's grandmother in her mouth.

Then, Huang Yapo snorted coldly at the kind woman, took the girl's hand and squeezed out of the crowd. Since then, the girl has never seen the kind-hearted woman and the grandmother who she depends on for her life......

"Grandma ......" The girl lying on the firewood pile had just whispered a dream, and was woken up by the cook who came here, "Xiaozao, you dead girl!! you actually hid in the firewood to hide and be lazy! Look at me to kill you! The food in Jiafu is so delicious?! You dead girl can't do much work, you know how to sleep, sleep, sleep! You are a pig reincarnated......"

Unearing insults kept coming from the firewood room behind the stove, mixed with the girl's crying and begging for mercy. Occasionally, a passing maid heard it, and it was just a sigh. A new little maid asked her mother-in-law, "Mama, what's wrong? I seem to hear someone crying?"

"Hey! It must be that girl from Xiaozao who was beaten by the cook again! This girl is also a miserable girl!" the grandmother sighed, shook her head and walked away. Obviously, this is not surprising.

Recently, everyone in Jiafu has rumored that the little stove that was whipped by the cook all the year round has lost his luck, and he was taken by the young lady because he happened to serve a bowl of lotus seed soup to the young lady and stayed by the young lady's side. Isn't that good luck?

Time is like water, and it is five years in a blink of an eye. At the beginning, the girl who was just in the corner was already very beautiful. However, it seems that she has been inseparable from bad luck all her life. Even if she is exceptionally beautiful, she can't escape the fate of being married.

She is Miss's companion, and she is also the concubine that Miss prepared for her uncle, and was even given the surname Jia by Miss. And she seems to have adapted to obey the arrangement, from being taken away by Ya Po at the age of five, until she is now fifteen years old, although she has a beautiful face, a pair of rough hands, the scars on the back of her legs, and the big feet that have never been tied, all remind her of her own humility.

"Little Zao!Why hasn't Miss's tea come yet?!" Jia Zao's thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of the big maid in Miss's room, and she hurriedly replied, "I'll go to the stove room and ask !!."

She ran almost all the way to the stove room, and saw the cook who had been a little rickety, and the memory of a few years ago swept over, so that when she faced the cook, she still would not be as arrogant as the second-class maid in other rooms:

"Aunt Li......"

"Yo! I thought it was the jujube girl who had climbed the high branches!!What do you command?!" Aunt Li replied in a strange manner, without any respect in her voice, still as disdainful as ever.

"Our young lady's red date tea ......" Jia Zao's voice sounded in the stove room without confidence. Somehow, the cook looked at such a cowardly little girl, and a wave of anger disappeared inexplicably. Angrily, he put the red date tea into the food box for her, "Hurry up and take it away! Don't stand here and touch my moldy head!"

"You dead girl, even if you fly on the branches, it's just a fake phoenix!" The back of the little girl could no longer be seen on the path, but the cook still looked in that direction and sighed.

Time is like a white horse passing by, and the moment she opens and closes her eyes, the little girl is already approaching her twilight years. When she finally died, she was just a concubine who gave birth to a son for her mother......