At the edge of the farmhouse, Song Daodao and the little girl stood on a high ridge, blowing the morning breeze.

Song Daodao looked back at the dilapidated thatched hut.

Apparently the mother of the little girl who "ignored" her had passed away.

Song Dao stroked the little girl's head and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"The girl has no name, the girl is called the girl."

The little girl sat beside Song Daodao with her eyes wide open, and the tear stains on both sides of her cheeks had dried.

"And is there anyone else in your family?"

"The girl only has her father and mother."

Song Daodao was speechless, doesn't this mean that there is no one at home.

"What about the people in the village?"

Song Dao asked three questions in a row, and the sensitive little girl seemed to feel something, the corners of her mouth began to twitch, and her eyes that had just dried up tears began to moisten again.

As soon as he saw that the little girl was about to cry again, Song Daodao immediately panicked, and comforted her while helping her wipe away her tears.

"Why are you crying again, I didn't say anything!"

"Daddy, don't you want a girl again, and you want to give the girl to someone else."

The little girl cried and said aggrievedly.

Song Daodao hurriedly shook his hand.

"No, no, I didn't say that!"

As soon as she heard Song Daodao deny it, the little girl who was about to cry immediately changed her face and giggled.

Looking at the innocent smile of the little girl, Song Daodao's heart warmed.

Coming to the end of the Qin Dynasty, Wu Aya was the only one who was sincere to herself, and now Wu Aya was not around, and she didn't even have a warm heart.

I looked at the little girl next to me, she was a little thinner, but she had big eyes and a curled nose, and she was very cute at first glance.

Thinking of this, Song Daodao had a bold idea.

Seeing this little girl before, Song Daodao really wanted to settle her in another family, but her father didn't know her whereabouts, it was estimated that he was dead, her mother died again, and there was no one in the village.

In the troubled times of the end of Qin, throwing this little girl here like this is no different from killing people.

Song Daodao secretly made up his mind, so he simply recognized this daughter, took her with him, and if he had a bone of his own in the future, he must give her a piece of meat.

Just thinking about it, Song Daodao, who had been hungry all night, had a gurgling stomach.

Song Daodao covered his stomach in embarrassment and smiled at the little girl.

The little girl immediately took out half of the moldy cake from her arms and held it up in front of Song Daodao's eyes.

"Daddy eats."

Song Daodao took the cake in surprise and looked at it over and over again, the cake was not only moldy, but also emitted a sour smell.

"Girl, you won't eat this for a few days, will you?" Song Daodao asked.

The little girl nodded.

Song Daodao held this half of the cake in his hand and muttered in a low voice: "Won't this cause any disease!" ”

Seeing Song Daodao's disgusted look, the little girl asked, "Daddy doesn't like to eat?" ”

"You can't eat this!"

"I can eat it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl got up, took this half of the cake from Song Daodao's hand, tore off a small piece, and put it in her mouth.

Song Daodao hurriedly knocked off the cake in the girl's hand, and threw the cake in his hand by the way.

"How can this be eaten!"

The girl looked at the ash cake, the corners of her eyes began to moisten again, and her mouth muttered.

"This is the last cake that my mother left for the girl."

Song Daodao looked at the bread in front of him and comforted: "This bread is all bad, you can't eat it, you will die if you eat it." ”

The little girl stared at the cake and was silent.

"Alright, Daddy will take you to eat something delicious."

When the little girl heard this, she immediately wiped the tears from her face and looked at Song Daodao with a longing expression.

"Really"

"Of course!"

In front of the child, Song Daodao patted his chest and promised.

Although he said so, Song Daodao was very empty in his heart.

What is his situation now, Song Daodao himself is still clear.

Not to mention eating well, it's already amazing to be able to walk around casually in my prison clothes.

"Daddy, the girl is going to call her mother, and the three of us will go together."

With that, the girl was about to run back to the hut.

Song Daodao grabbed her, and he didn't know how to make it clear to her.

"Your mother has ...... has passed away. After enduring it for a long time, Song Daodao still opened his mouth.

The girl froze in place, looked at Song Daodao in a daze, and asked, "What is the death?" ”

"That's it...... It's ......"

Song Daodao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately the little girl didn't understand.

"It's your mother who went to enjoy the blessings first, and stayed with the two of us for the time being." Song Daodao explained.

"Mother, don't you want a girl?"

"No, no, we'll still see your mother in the future."

The little girl seems to have known what it meant when she died, but she has always been reluctant to accept such a fact.

But now that Song Dao said this, the emotions that had been hidden for a long time gradually exploded.

"When?"

"After a long time."

After that, Song Daodao found a shovel from the hut, dug a big pit behind the door, respectfully buried the body of the girl's mother in the pit, and set up a wooden stick in front of the tomb.

Song Daodao also found a few coarse clothes in other huts.

After changing out of her prison clothes, the girl said that she knew the way out of the village, and Song Dao was overjoyed, and Xindao finally had a way to get out.

So, Song Daodao took the girl's hand, and the two came out of the village together.

"It's too ugly to call you a girl, I'll give you a new name."

"The girl listens to Daddy."

"I met you on the ninth day of coming to Daqin, so I'll call you Song Jiu, and my nickname is Jiu'er, what's the matter?"

"Hello Jiu'er!"

The two left the village and came to the official road, and Song Daodao also began to think about where to go next.

Now he has indeed escaped from Shouchun, but his wealth and bags are still in Shouchun.

It's hard to move an inch if you have nothing to do now.

However, if you go back to Shouchun to get things now, it will be like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

It's okay to have a good bag, Wangcai, a high-headed horse, how can he steal it out in a low-key manner and escape from Shouchun.

Thinking of this, Song Daodao was full of anxiety, he would definitely die if he went back, and if he didn't go back, at least he wouldn't necessarily die.

With a horizontal heart and a closed eye, Song Dao simply didn't want to make money.

But as soon as he took Jiu'er a few steps, Jiu'er suddenly fainted.

Song Daodao hurriedly hugged Jiu'er.

"Daddy, Jiu'er has a stomachache."

Seeing Jiu'er's face sweating, her little hands covering her stomach and twitching in her arms.

Song Daodao was anxious, presumably because he ate too many of the bad cakes and spoiled his stomach.

Looking around, everyone on the road.

Song Daodao hugged Jiu'er in his arms and ran wildly all the way, but he couldn't find a home.

Just as Song Daodao was squatting on the side of the road, his face full of despair, a carriage drove not far away.

"Big brother, big brother, help, big brother!"

Song Daodao hurriedly hugged Jiu'er, who had already fainted in pain, and rushed forward.

When the coachman saw someone rushing up, he immediately reined in his horse, stopped the car, and looked at it fixedly.

"Isn't this County Lieutenant Song?"

Song Daodao, who rushed to the front of the car, also saw the appearance of the comer clearly at this time.

"Ah Zhong!"