It wasn't until the man couldn't see anymore that he turned around and said to the old women: "I don't think you old plague dogs don't want to die, if it weren't for your old virtue, I'm afraid that Lord Jiang would have already moved his mind." Each of you should remember Lao Tzu, this batch of sheep is from Jinyang, and no one is allowed to mention the word Suzhou in the future! ”

"Yes, yes." The old woman hurriedly nodded yes.

"These babies can be fed, how many times have I told you, don't talk too much in private, talk more, and pull out your tongue!" He is not very old, only forty years away, but his face is cloudy, his skin is very white, but mixed with some yellow spots, like a steamed bun with alkaline noodles that has not been kneaded, showing a yellow color on the white background.

Several old women stood with their heads bowed and half-bowed, and they did not dare to move except to say yes.

"What are you doing? You, come here, take this thing to the kitchen and stew. A few of you others, go pick up some good dishes, the batch in the East Chamber has been raised for almost ten years, right? Let's pick out fifty first. Here, when the weather is warmer in a few days, I cut my tongue to save noise! The man commanded, as if he were dealing with a batch of chickens, ducks, and livestock, without the slightest hint of pity.

The old women answered, and one of them walked in two, picked up the rag bag on the ground, and walked out first.

The thick wood creaked and was closed again, and then, in the windowless room, it was dark, and it took a while for Qiqi to get used to the darkness, and to observe it through the little light that came in through the crack in the door.

The room was very large, and the big beds were lined up against the wall, and the sides were surrounded by wooden fences more than a foot high, presumably for fear that the babies would fall. The air was filled with the smell of feces and urine due to the heat under the bed.

Yes, no one has scrubbed these immobile babies since they were carried here.

In such an environment, if it was in the last life, Qiqi would not dare to think of it, but how did he fall into such a field in this life? Qiqi thought, in fact, Zhang Zhen scolded herself right, she really thought that if she had money, she could do anything, she lived alone in a mountain stream villa with a 2,000-square-meter yard, and there were so many luxury cars in the garage that she couldn't remember the number, she didn't even know how many servants she had and how many bodyguards she had...... But over the years, she has never treated Gu Jingyan badly, every time she performs, she will introduce her separately and praise her, after all these years, who can blame if she is not popular? Why did she hate herself so much, she hated her own life.

There are always babies crying in the house, sometimes one or two mothers-in-law come in to take a look, and more often than not, no one cares.

Judging whether it was dark or dawn, Qiqi completely relied on the moment the mother-in-law opened the door to feed and glanced at the light outside the door.

Qiqi found that if there was no cry of the child, it would be a dead silence. Even the arrogant fox-skinned man and the man who looked like a steamed bun that day were never seen again. Except for the snow falling and the north wind whistling, there was no life.

On the third day, the 'steamed bun with alkaline noodles that has not been kneaded' came in with the old women and the old women carrying a pile of swaddling clothes made of rough cloth and carrying buckets.

"Mrs. Zhang, you are in charge of this row, Mrs. Li, you are in charge of that row, Mrs. Zhou, you are in charge of the row against the wall, you all move faster, don't fucking rub it!" After the 'steamed bun' finished the work, he pulled a stool and sat at the door alone, took out a handful of melon seeds from his arms, sipped them unhurriedly, and spit out the melon seed skin flying all over the sky.

The old woman got the order, and she was busy and began to wipe the children, probably because the weather was cold, or maybe it was because the house was too smelly, the 'steamed bun' sat for a while and patted the melon seed skin on his body and stood up: "You guys are so dry, Lao Tzu wants to bake the fire, this dog is cold." ”

The old women didn't dare to pause for a moment, and they were still busy. In charge of Qiqi's row is the mother-in-law surnamed Zhou, the one who showed sympathy for the children a few days ago, and now she is cleaning up the baby girl in front of Qiqi.

The baby girl was probably too cold, and Qiqi saw that her little hands and feet were all purple. Mrs. Zhou sighed, shook her head again, wrapped her tightly in the coarse swaddling cloth, and stuffed her into the pile of other children who had changed the cloth.

It was Qiqi's turn, Mrs. Zhou picked her up carefully, and when she took off the rags on her body, Mrs. Zhou was obviously stunned for a moment, and then, Qiqi felt a hand caress the back of her neck, rough and warm.

"Destiny, destiny!" Mrs. Zhou's voice trembled and murmured softly.

"What do you mean?" Qiqi really wants to know what Mrs. Zhou is talking about, since she was born, her grandmother has been talking about it once, and now, this old woman Zhou is saying something similar, what does it mean?

"Mrs. Zhou, you are faster, and if you are slow, you should be punished again." Mrs. Zhang, who was not far away, reminded.

"Oh, oh." Mrs. Zhou responded, and seemed to have come back to her senses, so she scrubbed Qiqi clean, wrapped her in clean swaddling clothes, looked around, and put her on the inside of the bed.

Qiqi thought that this was it, but she didn't expect that night, Mrs. Zhou came again, found her with an oil lamp, and made a mark with a red thread on her swaddling clothes.

"Wali, you are destiny, you shouldn't be here......" Mrs. Zhou picked her up and looked left and right under the oil lamp. It wasn't until the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers came from outside the door that she blew out the lights and hugged Qiqi into her arms.

Mrs. Zhou's arms were very warm, Qiqi couldn't resist sleepiness, and soon fell asleep, and when she woke up again, she was already lying on the big bed with other children.

Qiqi pinched his fingers and counted the days, and another five days passed.

On this day, the wooden door was pushed open early in the morning, and two people who were also wearing black robes came in, each holding a wooden basin in their hands, and they were covered in cold, no, not in the snow, but in a thick and murderous cold. Qiqi couldn't help but shudder.

About the other babies felt the rush of fear, and one of the children was the first to cry. Qiqi knows that this is the day of cutting his tongue.

No, can't be a dumb person! Qiqi thought in her heart, but she couldn't use the slightest strength with her little hands and feet, so she could only roll hard and try to roll to a less conspicuous place and escape this catastrophe.

Tongue cutting is something that these two-legged sheep have to go through, probably because the caretakers and keepers here are noisy. Qiqi thought about it and rolled to the side a few more times, but she ignored the most fundamental point - in fact, the real purpose of cutting the tongue was to prevent them from communicating as they grew up.