"Woo, mother, mother......"

Ye Qingyu endured the headache, opened her eyes in a daze and glanced at the person beside her who had been crying, the voice sounded intermittently in her ears, and her head was about to explode.

I remember that I was rushing for an interview with a food magazine, but I was not satisfied with how I wrote it, and she couldn't remember what happened after that.

What caught my eye was a child in a gray patched coarse linen suit, with a yellow face and thin muscles, looking pitiful, at this time there were still two lines of snot on his nose, and his face was covered with tears, and his face was dirty, but the eyes were black and bright, but unfortunately there were tears.

"Don't make a noise." Ye Qingyu roared impatiently, but the hoarse and harsh voice made her look change.

It was very cold inside, and the wind outside was blowing, as if it was a demon roaring.

She finally realized that something was wrong, and the place where she lay was nothing more than some broken bed of thatched grass on a hard wooden plank, and the sunlight spilled into the room through the cracks in the broken walls of the house, and it also allowed her to really see the home with four walls clearly.

There was no decent furniture at all, and not far away was a black table with a broken foot, two benches of the same color on the side of the table, and several crockpots poured down on the wall, and it was not clear what was in the crockpots.

"Mother, mother......" The little boy next to the bed reached out to pull Ye Qingyu's hand, Ye Qingyu withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and just wanted to speak, suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain in his brain, accompanied by some fragmentary memories that did not belong to her.

Da Yue Dynasty, Xiao Nanzhuang, Ye Qingyu......

Ye Qingyu sorted out those fragmentary memories, and finally reluctantly recognized a fact, she seemed to have accidentally crossed over?

"Niang ......" dry and thin little hand, suddenly grabbed Ye Qingyu's hand, the little hand was very cold, and there were several red and swollen sores from the cold, some of the sores had been broken, and there were pus and blood that had not been cleaned up.

Ye Qingyu, who originally wanted to get rid of him, couldn't help but pause when he saw this, and inexplicably had a sour feeling.

Inheriting the memory of the original owner, she also knew that the little boy in front of her was her cheap son.

Ye Qingyu was originally from Yejia Village next door, because her father was a gambler, he lost all the family's silver, and finally sold her to the boss of the Gu family in Xiaonanzhuang as a daughter-in-law at the price of two taels of silver.

Gu Changyang, the eldest of the Gu family, lost his wife at an early age, leaving behind a young son.

Gu Changyang injured his leg because of hunting in the mountains a year ago, and the old lady of the Gu family was afraid that he would stay in the Gu family and share the Gu family's grain, so she drove Gu Changyang and Ye Qingyu out of the house with their children.

Ye Qingyu had a lot of trouble with Gu Changyang for this matter, but Gu Changyang was a fool and filial son, so he refused to listen to Ye Qingyu, and the two of them were very unhappy in the end.

"Xiao Dun, what's going on?" Looking at Gu Lidun, who was crying miserably in front of him, Ye Qingyu endured his headache, and tried his best to make his tone sound gentle.

Gu Lidun cried miserably, and pointed to the broken jars by the wall, "Grandma, grandma came to pay tribute to money, and Daddy took away the last food in the family for her, woo woo, mother, I'm hungry." ”

Ye Qingyu suddenly felt a headache when she heard this, she knew that there were actually a few sweet potatoes in the jar, and she had been reluctant to eat them, but Gu Changyang, who was not worried, had to take advantage of the fact that when she was sick from the wind cold, she secretly gave out the last rations, which was to make their mother and son starve to death in winter!