In the short time that Jing Hong and Di Yun Xianzun were talking, the slave girl who was the object of their conversation had already been whipped twice by the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked middle-aged man who was supervising the work in the vineyard, and Jing Hong frowned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Di Yun Xianzun frowned when he saw Jing Hong, and immediately added without fear of death: "She is the youngest among all the slaves, and she can naturally do far less than others, and most of the overseer's whip has fallen on her in the past few days, if it weren't for me, I ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Jinghong had already flashed out of the cellar.

Di Yun Xianzun looked at the back of Jinghong who was rapidly disappearing and asked Yun Qi, "Did you provoke her with no long eyes? Why did she look like someone else owed her rice and repaid her chaff?"

Yun Qi glared at him with a smile, "If you talk nonsense again, be careful and wait for Jinghong to settle accounts with you later." ”

Di Yun Xianzun supported his chin with his hand and lazily protested: "How can I have? Don't you think she is in a bad mood?"

Yun Qi sighed, "She just feels sorry for the people of Wei State." ”

Di Yun Xianzun was silent for a moment before saying, "This is not something she should be involved in. ”

Yun Qi couldn't help but sigh again, "I know, she knows, so she didn't do anything." ”

- Although Jing Hong didn't do anything because he was watching, Yun Qi felt that as long as the result was like this, there was no need for him to tell Di Yun Xianzun in detail about the process.

Let's talk about the shock.

She easily avoided the masters, servants, and slaves who came and went in the aristocratic house, and went alone to the vineyard in the latter part of the estate.

By this time, it was almost dusk, and the slaves in the vineyard were transporting the grapes they had worked hard to pick and had been washed and dried to the winery next to the vineyard.

Feng Zhi, a slave girl from the Wei Kingdom who was possessed by the Soul Hunter of Love, was also walking behind the tall and long-legged slaves with two small short legs, her blistered white and wrinkled hands carrying a basket full of grapes.

The steward who followed them was carrying a whip, and his face was also tired.

Jinghong silently looked at the little Feng Zhi for a while, but saw that although she was tired and hungry, and she was whipped with many scars, her little white face still had a softer expression.

After the grapes were sent to the winery, the slaves were driven back to their shacks in the vineyards.

There were two servant women in their forties and fifties who were distributing dinner to the slaves, and Jing Hong saw with his own eyes that the twenty or so slaves, including Feng Zhi, were each given only a wild vegetable cake and a bowl of clear soup.

The others received the cake and immediately devoured it into their mouths, but Feng Zhi carefully carried the cake and soup bowl into the smallest and most dilapidated shack.

There was a little boy who was thinner and shorter than Feng Zhi who was asleep, his face was flushed, he had convulsions from time to time, and he was not even conscious.

Feng Zhi put the cake and soup bowl away, and then touched the child's hot forehead worriedly.

Finding that he seemed to be sicker than in the morning, Feng Zhi's good-looking brows furrowed slightly.

She lifted the boy up, sat him against the corner of the shack, and then carefully took the bowl of soup and fed it to the child.

The child was already very laborious to swallow, and no matter how careful Rao is Fengzhi was, more than half of the soup was still spilled on the child's face and clothes.

Feng Zhi saw that there was no way, so she had to put the soup bowl away first, and then began to call the child in a low voice: "Ah Ruo, Ah Ruo, you wake up." Arro, Arro......"

She called more than a dozen times in a row, and the child finally slowly opened his eyes, "Sister......"

Feng Zhi was overjoyed, and hurriedly brought a bowl over to feed him soup.

The boy took a few sips of Feng Zhi's hand, and Feng Zhi brought the wild vegetable cake to the child to eat.

The child refused to eat it, "Sister, you ...... You eat it. I...... Not hungry. ”

Feng Zhi thought about it, simply broke the cake in half, and then handed the big half to his younger brother Feng Ruo, "You have to eat even if you are not hungry, you are still sick." ”

As she spoke, Feng Zhi took a bite of her half of the wild vegetable cake first, "Eat it quickly! ”

Feng Ruo smiled weakly, and then slowly brought the half of the wild vegetable cake to his lips.

Jing Hong looked a little sad, she was thinking about how to avoid Di Yun Xianzun to help the two sisters and brothers, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that someone sneakily came to the outside of Feng Zhi and Feng Ruo's small shack.

The man was one of the slaves who had worked with Feng Zhi before, he was about thirty or forty years old, and he was born with a sharp beak and five short statures, and Jing Hong remembered that he had been whipped only a little less often than Feng Zhi during that time.

However, unlike Feng Zhi, he is not too young and lacks physical strength, but because he always wants to be lazy.

Although he had some sympathy for these slaves, he didn't look very well at the one in front of him, especially since he had obviously had a bad idea now.

Feng Zhi and Feng Ruo, who were enjoying the warm family affection in the small shack, didn't notice the man who was just one step away from touching their shack, and naturally they didn't notice the wolf-like gaze of the other party staring at the wild vegetable cake in their hands.

The fingers of Jinghong's right hand moved slightly, and a wind blade silently flew above the head of the middle-aged man who was full of food.

Before the man's right foot had yet to step into the hut, the cloth belt on his head that had been used to tie his bun had been cut by the blade of the wind.

Suddenly, his long hair covered his head and face obscured his vision, and he accidentally made a noise in a panic.

Feng Zhi almost immediately stuffed the wild vegetable cake into Feng Ruo's hand, and she herself picked up a wooden stick beside her, and then quickly turned around and aimed the wooden stick at the middle-aged man at the door.

The middle-aged man finally brushed away the messy hair on his face, and as far as he could see, he saw Feng Zhi holding a wooden stick in both hands, staring at him fiercely.

He only glanced at the wooden stick and shifted his gaze to the diminutive Feng Zhi, "Give me the cake." ”

His voice was a little hoarse, but his attitude was very tough.

Feng Zhi's nervous hands trembled, but the wooden stick was still firmly held by her.

She wanted to protect herself and her brother, and protect their scarce rations.

She knew that if she compromised once, she would be the object of permanent oppression of this person in the future, until she died.

She wants to live, she wants to live with her brother, so she must not back down here.

Feng Zhi's stubbornness made the middle-aged man very angry, and he easily removed the wooden stick in front of him with one hand, and grabbed Feng Zhi who was holding the wooden stick with the other hand at the same time.