Song Qingyi felt that someone was pushing her, she opened her eyes, it was an old man who was already very old pushing her, and just as she wanted to say something, she felt a splitting headache.

"Girl, if you wake up, leave quickly, this group of people is crazy, and they even want to sacrifice you!"

The old man's hoarse voice carried a hint of anger, he looked around cautiously, and found no one, and hurriedly untied the rope tied to Song Qingyi's body.

Song Qingyi's mind is dazed now, her head feels like mush, she doesn't know how she suddenly appeared here, and her memory is a little vague, and she can't remember what happened before.

Song Qingyi sat up with some difficulty, looked around, and then looked down at his clothes, and found that they were covered with blood, and the clothes were already tattered and almost unwanted.

The old man couldn't help but be a little anxious when he saw that Song Qingyi was still in a daze, "Girl, hurry up and leave, you can't stay here." ”

This is an open field, and Song Qingyi is sitting on the altar at this time, surrounded by tall torches, looking like some kind of ceremony is going to be held.

She had some bad premonitions, knowing that she would definitely not be able to stay here any longer, so she followed the old man and hurried away.

Unexpectedly, before I could take a few steps, my stomach began to growl.

Song Qingyi covered her stomach a little shyly, wanting to act as if nothing had happened, but the old man was kind-hearted.

"Girl, do you remember where your house is?"

Song Qingyi shook her head, she only had some impressions of the past now, she was vague, and she didn't know why she was on that altar as soon as she woke up.

The old man sighed, he didn't know what this group of young people had done to this girl, they didn't even have a memory, this girl was really pitiful.

He was a little touching, after all, the old man's daughter had also died because of some things before.

"If you're not afraid of me, come with me and I'll make you something to eat."

The old man walked forward with his hands behind his back, Song Qingyi bit her lip, now she has nowhere else to go, and if this old man really wanted to harm her, he should have done it just now.

Song Qingyi hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to follow the old man's footsteps and came to a wooden house together.

The old man was a farmer who had a wife, but died in childbirth, leaving behind a daughter, who died when she was seventeen or eighteen years old for some reason.

Song Qingyi looked at this hut, although it was very simple, it was very clean, and the firewood was crackling and burning, which made her a little sleepy.

"Don't dislike it, girl, this is the clothes my daughter wore, and I have washed them carefully."

The old man took Song Qingyi a somewhat shabby dress, but there was a scent of honey locusts when he smelled it.

Song Qingyi shook her head, this old man saved her at a critical time and gave her clothes to wear, how could he dislike it.

The farmer cooked a bowl of porridge for Song Qingyi to drink, and looked at Song Qingyi's obedient and quiet appearance for a while, his daughter was also so well-behaved, if only she were still there.

Song Qingyi didn't know why the farmer was suddenly sad, and he didn't know what to comfort him.

"Girl, if you don't have a place to go, stay here, and you can stay in my daughter's house." Nine-zero look

The farmer saw that Song Qingyi had no memory and was alone, so if he went to the outside world like this, he didn't know what kind of people he would meet, and it would be bad if he met a bad person.

"Won't it be too much trouble, it's really too much trouble for you." Song Qingyi has no other place to go now, and he also knows how dangerous it will be for him to go out alone.

The farmer shook his head, and thought he was raising another daughter.

Song Qingyi lived here with the farmer like this, learning farm work from the farmer, she didn't want to trouble the farmer all the time, and then she didn't do anything herself.

After all, he kindly took him in, the farmer was also very dedicated, and he was older, so he taught more, in case he was not there in the future, the little girl could still live.

The farmer planted a lot of cabbage in his field, and Song Qingyi would often help sell it on the street, and the people on the street saw that Song Qingyi looked so smart, and the vegetables she sold were also very delicious, and they were willing to buy her vegetables.

After a few days, he actually got a lot of money, which made Song Qingyi feel very happy, and he finally did something for his uncle.

On this day, Song Qingyi, as always, was selling vegetables on the street, sitting on a small stool, watching the people coming and going.

She was born with a beautiful water, stood out among the ladies and uncles who sold vegetables, and also attracted the attention of several rich ladies.

"That woman is really cold, she actually came here to sell vegetables, hmph, I don't know where the wild girl came from."

A girl shook a small fan and looked at Song Qingyi with a disgusted expression, "That is to say, just come and go when you look at it, go, we will meet her." ”

These girls are the daughters of the rich families here, and they are usually people on the street discussing who is more beautiful between them, but I didn't expect that someone suddenly talked about it these days.

And it's just a wild girl who sells vegetables, which can hit the self-esteem of several girls.

"Hey, wild girl, you have worms on this cabbage."

Song Qingyi raised her eyes and looked at a few high-spirited girls, she felt that the people who came were not good, and they all looked like they were the daughters of some rich families, and she didn't want to offend them.

"Sisters, don't be joking, these cabbages are all grown at home."

A girl with a relatively flamboyant appearance kicked over the vegetable basket with one kick, and said angrily: "What sister, we are not your sisters, and we don't look at what virtue we are, don't be a wild girl here." ”

The cabbage rolled out of the basket, and the girls were still angry, so they raised their feet and stepped on it, and the good cabbage was trampled on with dust.

Song Qingyi looked at them angrily, she didn't know how she provoked them, why did she bully her like this, her fists gradually clenched, and she endured her temper.

A petite girl looked at Song Qingyi's unconvinced look, and her heart was even more angry, such a cheap woman still had the face to be angry, it was good that they didn't beat her, but they were not satisfied, they really didn't know whether to live or die.

She lifted another basket and threw it out, only to be crushed by a passing carriage.

Song Qingyi watched the cabbage that the old man had worked so hard to grow being spoiled by this group of people, and he was angry, these eldest ladies were looking for trouble with her for no reason, and they didn't know how to cherish food.

"Isn't it a bit rude for the girls to do it?"

Just when a rich lady wanted to give Song Qingyi a slap, her delicate wrist was grabbed by a man.

The man was dressed as a guard, and his expression looked very serious.