Chapter 240: Sister's Mind

In the corner of the house was a large wooden barrel, in which there was nothing left except for the grains of rice that adhered to the walls of the barrel. There was also some vegetable soup in another large wooden barrel. Leng Jian glanced at the people in the room, and no one looked at him. His stomach growled, and he knew that if he didn't take care of himself at this time, he would only die.

So, he took a porcelain bowl and tried to scrape the grains of rice from the wooden barrel, and after a long time, he finally scraped off a piece the size of a pigeon's egg, stuffed it in his mouth and ate it. I scooped another bowl of vegetable soup, and I don't know if it was vegetable soup or not, for there were no leaves in it, only a pale green soup.

He didn't seem to feel like he had eaten, and his stomach was still growling. So he drank three bowls of vegetable soup in one go, and finally filled his stomach with a bulging stomach, and he didn't feel hungry for the time being.

Dinner, it was already dark. One by one, the women in the house went out, and there were still some unfinished meals left on the table. A thin woman, with a green cloth covering her face, carried a large wooden basin, swept the leftovers into the swill bucket, and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Looking at those, Leng Jian's stomach screamed again, but he, who was born as a young dart master in the dart game, couldn't pull his face down to eat what others had left. So, he tried to twist his face away and walked out.

The women went back to their room laughing and laughing, and he didn't know where he should sleep, and was standing there at a loss, when suddenly his ears were grabbed, and a voice like a duck's voice came to his ears: "What are you doing here, bitch?" Still not going to do things? Don't you just eat and don't work? ”

Leng Jian turned his head with great effort, and saw the fat pig-like cook who was serving vegetables to those women with a meat basin just now, her figure was fatter than Tu's mother, who called her Chef Zhao when she was eating just now.

This Chef Zhao pulled his ears all the way. He was dragged to a pile of scattered firewood, and then he was slammed to the ground, pointing to the hill-like firewood on the ground: "Stack these all neatly!" Don't even think about sleeping until you're done! ”

Leng Jian touched his ears, his ears and feet had been torn open, and his blood was gone. He stood up and began to collect firewood with his blood-stained hands, gathered them into a hug, carried them to the firewood room, and stacked them neatly.

In the beginning, it was relatively easy to do so. But when he got to the back, as the firewood pile went up, his height was no longer reachable, and there was no way to put the firewood on top, and there was no stool here, he saw a large stone, so he lifted it with great difficulty, put it in front of the firewood pile, and stood up to stack the firewood.

Firewood was put on a few occasions. But the stone was unstable, and this time he was holding too much firewood, and the stone rolled and fell suddenly. The firewood slammed into his head, and he fainted.

Leng Jian was woken up by the cold and foul-smelling swill, and when he opened his eyes with great difficulty, he saw Chef Zhao standing in front of him viciously carrying a swill bucket. gave him a kick: "Fuck, the old lady told you to stack firewood, but you are lazy to sleep for the old lady here." The old lady doesn't give you a little bit of power. You don't know that the horse prince has three eyes! ”

After that, Chef Zhao smoked a piece of firewood, split her head and covered her face, and gave Leng Jian a beating. Leng Jian didn't say a word, just held his head and endured it silently.

Chef Zhao was tired, so she threw down the firewood, and scolded again: "Build firewood immediately!" Don't expect to sleep tonight! ”

Seeing Leng Jian struggling to get up and starting to build firewood, Chef Zhao scolded and left.

Leng Jian was smashed by firewood on his head, and the blood smeared his face. He didn't care about it, gritted his teeth and insisted.

In the dead of night, he finally put the last stick of firewood away, and he was so tired that his whole body was about to fall apart. He stood in the yard, not knowing where to go.

After a long pause, he went to the room where the women who were washing the clothes went. When he got to the door, he pushed the door, and it bolted from the inside. He pushed the other door again, and locked it.

He pushed several rooms in a row, all of them were closed, he was in a hurry, this was already autumn, the autumn night in Chang'an was exceptionally cold, and his whole body was doused with swill, the smell was still second, the cold wind blew, making him shiver. If this freezes overnight, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death.

I used to be stacking firewood, and I didn't feel my physical activity, but now that I settled down, my teeth began to rattle. He couldn't help it, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Bang bang bang!

There was shouting from inside, and then the door creaked open, and a woman scolded, "Who the fuck? Don't let people sleep in the middle of the night? ”

When he saw that it was Leng Jian, he immediately returned the anger, raised his leg is a kick, and kicked Leng Jian's small belly, kicking him far away, rolling on the ground a few times, and couldn't get up for a while.

The woman scolded, "It's you, bitch!" What the fuck are you knocking on the door when you don't sleep? Could it be that you gadget sass? Want to get the old lady or not? It's better to eat for a few more years and grow up and come back! Get lost! ”

With a bang, the door was slammed shut. There was a burst of laughter and scolding in the room, and soon it fell silent again.

Leng Jian struggled to get up from the ground and stood in the quiet courtyard, although there were people living all around, he seemed to be in the desert.

How long did it take for him to pull his head and slowly walk to the firewood room, where it seemed that this was the only place where he could live.

He walked to the door of the firewood room and stopped. For he saw a dark shadow, standing in the doorway, a little thin, like a withered reed in the cold wind, the same woman who had been sweeping up the leftovers in the kitchen. The woman beckoned to him and motioned for him to come with her, and Leng Jian followed him to a small room next to the firewood room. The room was simple, except for a bed and a small worn-out box for things, and nothing else.

There was a lamp lit in the room, and the light was dim, but it was enough for Leng Jian to see the woman in front of him clearly, and the woman was startled. I saw that her upper lip opened a gap, it was a rabbit lip, revealing two snow-white and neat front teeth, which looked a little hideous.

Leng Jian just took a step back and stood still, not dodging the other party's gaze, because he saw the disappointment and sadness in the other party's eyes, which was the look of contempt for himself to be despised by others, and he thought of himself. He is more subordinate here than ordinary subordinates, what right do he have to despise a poor woman? What's more, in the face of a woman who takes the initiative to reach out when she is lonely?

Leng Jian tried to make himself smile, not to look at her terrible face, but to look at her bright eyes, stepped forward, and looked at her bravely, with friendliness in his eyes.

The woman's eyes finally warmed, and she pointed to the cot, and the sound of lotus came out of her throat.

She except for the rabbit lips. Or a dumb one?

Leng Jian felt a sour feeling in his heart, he thought that he was already very unlucky, but he didn't expect that there were people who were more unfortunate than himself. He reached over, took the woman's hand, and said as calmly as possible, "My name is Leng Jian, should I call you sister or aunt?" ”

The woman made another burst of lotus sounds, and Leng Jian didn't know what she said, so she thought about it and asked, "Call your aunt?" ”

The woman shook her head.

See this. Leng Jian understood, she should be dumb the day after tomorrow, so she could understand, but she couldn't speak. Then he asked, "Then I call you sister?" ”

The woman nodded. There was even a shyness in the eyes.

Leng Jian understood that this woman should not be much older than herself. It's just that I haven't eaten enough for many years, I don't have warm clothes, my face is full of wind and frost, and I have rabbit lips. So I can't tell my real age.

The mute girl shook off Leng Jian's hand, went out and brought in a large bucket of cold water, and poured it into a large wooden barrel. After adding water a few times, half of the water in the big wooden barrel was gone, and then he signaled Leng Jian to take off his clothes and take a bath.

Leng Jian was only seven or eight years old, and he didn't have the defense of men and women, so he quickly stripped off his clothes and got into the barrel, although the water was a little cold, but his heart was warm, and he didn't feel cold.

While he was undressing, the mute girl saw the scars left by the whip and firewood on his body, which seemed to be a little painful, and reached out to stroke it gently. Leng Jian's face was full of indifference, but in fact, his heart was very sour, he had never been fingered by his parents since he was a child, let alone beaten like this. He saw tears shining in the corners of the mute girl's eyes, so he waved his hand to show that it didn't matter.

After washing, he crawled out, and the mute girl looked at him like a small loach, giggled again, brought him a bucket of water, washed him again, wiped his hair half-dry with a dry cloth, and then pointed to the small bed.

Leng Jian nodded, climbed into the small bed, and got into the bed, revealing only a small head.

The mute woman took his clothes drenched in swill, washed them in a bucket with soap powder, and hung them on a bamboo pole outside the door. Then she blew out the oil lamp, stripped off her clothes, and got into the covers.

Leng Jian snuggled in her arms and thought of her sister.

He was so timid that every time there was thunder, he would cry, and his sister would hold him like this, and put his head on his bulging chest, and he would soon fall asleep. Now, he seems to have returned to his sister's arms, but his sister has been sleeping in the wilderness of Yizhou, and he killed her with his own hands.

At this time, Leng Jian's tears finally flowed down disobediently, wetting the dumb girl's slightly bulging breasts.

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Before dawn the next day, Leng Jian was pushed awake by a mute girl. The clothes were still a little wet, but there was no way, only this one, he hurriedly got dressed and followed the mute girl out. The mute girl picked up a large bucket and began to carry water for the kitchen.

Leng Jian had never gotten up so early, and he rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, not knowing what to do. Finally, his mind slowly returned to his little head.

He picked up his broom and began to sweep the yard.

At dawn, Tu's mother appeared, she didn't even ask where Leng Jian slept last night, and shouted directly: "Go to the laundry room!" Lift water! Clothes! ”

Next, Xiao Jiading worked in the laundry room again, constantly carrying water, helping to wring clothes, drying clothes, and then carrying water.

It wasn't until noon that the clouds rang for eating, and the women rushed to the kitchen. Leng Jian was still the last to arrive. All the rough maids, women, and old mothers in the house ate in a hurry, and as usual, there was nothing left in the barrels. Leng Jian can only eat the rice grains and leftover soup adhered to the wooden barrel by himself just like yesterday.

After eating, the women laughed and went out, and the mute woman began to clean the kitchen, still holding a bucket of swill. The mute girl saw Leng Jian, but as if she didn't know him, she just cleaned it up by herself.

He didn't eat well on the first day, and he didn't eat anything at noon that day, and he was so hungry that he was shaky.

There was a half-hour break at noon, and the servants of the house went back to their rooms to rest as long as they were not closely followed. Leng Jian also had a rare opportunity to rest, but he didn't know where to rest, because no one arranged his residence, and no one even cared where he lived.

Of course, he did not dare to knock on the women's doors again, and the backyard seemed to be the women's quarters, and the manservant lived in the front yard. He didn't think about going there. No one let him go there either. It seems that only the firewood room is the only place where he can stay.

So, he took his head and went into the firewood room.

The firewood house was large, and half of it was piled with chopped firewood. There is a pile of sawn wood in the corner, which is relatively soft. And he lay down there to rest. My stomach wasn't full and was still growling.

At this time, a man came in at the door. Leng Jian looked up, but it was a mute girl, masked with a green scarf, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. He held an earthen bowl with white rice in it, as well as a few pieces of meat and vegetables.

The dumb girl put the rice bowl in her hand on the ground, motioned for him to eat, and then turned and went out.

Leng Jian hurriedly went over, picked up the bowl and ate it, looking at the back of the mute girl in the distance, his eyes slowly moistened.

In the afternoon and evening, Leng Jian was assigned to help dig the latrines, and his body was covered in feces and urine. So at dinner, he was kicked out of the dining room by Chef Zhao and was not allowed to go in to eat. No one looked at him as if it were a matter of course.

When everyone finished eating, Leng Jian wanted to go in to find leftovers to eat, but Tu's mother pinched her nose and called her to the backyard to help transport the soil at the construction site of the demolition of the house. The old house in the backyard should be demolished and a new house should be built.

Leng Jian was arranged to carry the dismantled tiles. This move was busy until dark. The workers who demolished the house all stopped working and went back, but Foreman Dong, who was in charge of the construction site, asked Leng Jian to continue to carry on the construction site alone. And thou shalt bring all the tiles of the ground to the wall and pile them up.

Leng Jian was busy until late at night, and then all the tiles were piled up. He was exhausted, and the meal he had eaten at noon was long gone, and he was hungry again. ――Heavy physical work is very tiring and very satisfying. However, there was nothing but firewood in the firewood house where he lived, not even a sip of cold water.

Leng Jian dragged his tired body back to the firewood room.

When he arrived at the door, he was about to go in, when he suddenly felt a person standing under the wall not far away, and when he looked at it, it seemed to be a mute girl, and he didn't dare to confirm it, so he called out: "Is it my sister?" ”

The figure moved, and out of the dark shadow, sure enough, it was a mute woman. Leng Jian ran over excitedly and looked up at her. She reached out, took Leng Jian's hand, and led him to her small quarters.

When he entered the house, he saw a bowl of rice on the small table, and a few pieces of meat on it. It's just that it's already cold. (To be continued......)