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I could feel the woman dragging her into the alley like a chick, and her chubby hand touched her chest twice. spat on her face again, rubbed the handkerchief twice, and smiled proudly: "I have long seen that it is a white and tender girl, when have I looked away, old lady?"

"Auntie...... Auntie, she ...... She's not with a big ...... Adults came together...... If they report it...... Report...... Report ......"

"Report to the official?" the woman snorted coldly, "Two hillbillies who have never seen the world, they don't even know where to open the yamen, which official they are reporting to?

"Auntie...... How ......"

"Of course I know, if it's my father, can I ask my daughter to dress up as a man and sell things at the market?

Also, the accent is not the same. If you want me to say, it must be that the family is down, and they have come to join a distant relative. Looking at people's eyes, can't you think of your own life?"

"Gotta ...... There must be more than a dozen...... How old are you? Can you ...... I can sell ......"

"What do you know? This age is just right, and you can pick up customers after a few years of tuning~ teaching, and you can sell it at a good price. Okay, you're not verbose, hurry up and put it on, put it on. ”

A sour-smelling cloth bag fell from the top of his head, obscuring the blurred light. Mulan knew that this was the flower that was often on her lips when she met Zhang, and her heart immediately sank to the bottom.

Listening to the meaning of the woman's words, it is not a day or two to pay attention to her. She thought that she was dressed up well as a man, but she didn't expect that in the eyes of people with hearts, there were flaws everywhere. The people here are simple, and she never expected them to dare to do such a thing in broad daylight, which is really too careless.

She believed that if she found out that she had lost it, Da Chun would definitely report to the official. It's just that for a person like her, whose identity is not clear, it is difficult to say whether the government will help find someone. If you dare to kidnap people in broad daylight, there must be a way. Even if the government visits, they have a way to cover up the past. Once you enter that kind of place, you will be guarded and you will have no way out......

Her mind was filled with panicked and desperate thoughts, during which she felt herself being lifted up and put down, her back touching a hard slab, making the characteristic "creaking" sound of the wood being loaded, thinking of a flatbed truck.

With a "rustling" sound, something covered the body. It wasn't heavy, many sharp edges and corners scratched her skin through the thorns of the bag, and she could smell hay and dust, which she guessed was wheat straw or something.

The two men were going to hide her in a firewood cart and transport her out, so that they could not succeed. Be sure to make a move, even if it's a little bit, as long as you can attract the attention of others, you have a chance to be rescued!

She tried to scream, but her voice was still choked, and she couldn't make a sound, and when she tried to lift her hands and feet, her limbs were still as weak as cooked noodles.

I was sweating profusely when I heard a "thud", and something fell heavily on the ground. This was followed by a scream, the woman's distorted voice in terror, "What are you......?"

As soon as the word "human" came out, it came to an abrupt end as if it had been choked by the neck. The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and only the whimpering sound of the cold wind blowing through the mouth of the alley could be heard, mixed with the high and low shouts of the vendors.

After a few breaths, I heard another "thump", much heavier and duller than the previous one.

She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know if it was all good or bad for her. I was so nervous that my heart was pounding, my palms were full of sweat, and I even held my breath subconsciously.

Overhead, there was a sound of rustling, and someone pulled away the hay and dug her out of the hay. He untied the bag and carried her out. The movements were stiff and careful, as if deliberately avoiding too much contact with her, and when her back was against something, he quickly let go of his hand.

She tried to lift her eyelids to see the man's appearance, but it seemed to be covered with a thick fog in front of her, and she couldn't see it clearly.

There was a series of noises, as if the man had thrown the two flower shooters into the cart, and treated them in the same way as others, covered them with hay, and then pushed the cart away, and walked away with a bone.

The cold wind blew in like a burst, hitting her cheeks, the feeling of soreness and weakness slowly faded, and the vision gradually became clearer, and the surrounding scenery came into view one by one: uneven walls, narrow lines of sky, piles of rotten leaves, abandoned furniture......

She sat in a pile of worn-out cotton wool, leaning against a black door panel behind her, and the basket that she had thrown away when she had been plotted was placed squarely in front of her, and there were many of the same things. Reaching out and touching it, the donkey meat was still hot.

Still a little drowsy, she slowly walked out of the alley with a basket in one hand and a wall in the other. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches on the ridge, bright and dazzling. The people on the street seem to have increased all of a sudden, bustling, coming and going, some walking with their heads bored, some trying to sell, and no one has ever noticed that there has been a thrilling and twisty scene in the small alley next to it.

She looked around to find the man who had saved her, but quickly gave up. She has never even seen her appearance, but she is afraid that she will not recognize it when people stand in front of her.

He took a deep breath of cold air, discerned the direction, and planned to meet Da Chun and the two donkeys immediately. As soon as he took a step, he bumped into a person. The man let out an "hey" and quickly held her up, "Little brother, are you okay?"

The voice was very kind.

When she looked up, she saw a middle-aged man looking at her with concern. At the age of about forty, his face is white, and he has a lock of beard on his chin, which is long and carefully trimmed, and one by one is smooth and shiny.

"It's fine. She straightened up and smiled apologetically at the man, "I'm sorry I walked too quickly to see the road." ”

The middle-aged man let go of his hand with her movements, and laughed hehe, "It's okay, I didn't pay attention to the road, I'm sorry." ”

As she spoke, she glanced into the basket she was carrying in the crook of her arm, and with a surprised "huh" in her mouth, she pointed to a pendant made of scallop shells, "Little brother, can I take a look?"

"Yes. Mulan saw that he looked very interested, and saw that he didn't look like a bad person, and besides, there were many people here, so she didn't dare to do anything bad, so she took the pendant and handed it to him.

The man held it in his hand and watched it carefully, "Who did this?"

"I ......" Mulan opened her mouth and said the word "I", and remembered that she was dressed as a man, so she immediately changed her tone, "...... Sister. ”

"Sister Ling is really ingenious. The man praised it, and with Mu Lan's consent, he looked at the other items in the basket one by one, pondered for a moment, and said, "I appreciate Sister Ling's craftsmanship, I wonder if Sister Ling is interested in doing business with you?"

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