She didn't regret it, but felt that this speed was just right.

This speed would protect her hands to a certain extent, but not make her stand out in a group of children who had been burned by the feather flowers. If her hand had been unharmed, it would have been noticeable.

It's been a hard day's work.

In the evening, she dragged two large baskets full of fire feathers into the line of the children to finish work.

At the front of the line stood the overseer who had whipped her in the morning, and all the children had to hand over the feathers they had picked to him for inspection, and only after he had confirmed that the number was correct could he leave the field.

After a while, it was Ye Ying's turn.

Seeing that it was her, the big man licked the corners of his lips and smiled ill-willedly: "Yes, dead girl, you can still pick so many flowers after being beaten like this by Lao Tzu." It seems that the task I gave you is too light, and you will add another basket from tomorrow!"

He just saw that this stubborn little girl was unpleasant and deliberately tortured her.

The other children cast sympathetic glances at her, and picking feather flowers is a very hard job, and if you overwork, it is easy to get serious burns on your hands, and maybe one day you will be wasted and left with a lifelong disability.

However, under the authority of the overseer, no one dared to speak up for her.

And Ye Ying himself also lowered his head and did not speak.

It's not that she's afraid, it's that she doesn't want to have unnecessary conflicts with such little people. Nowadays, she is weak, even if the conflict can't change the result of being bullied, but it is easy to cause others to intensify, why bother?

The overseer thought she was scared, and he was in a good mood, so he let her go with a cruel smile.

Ye Ying dragged her tired back to the house where she lived with the other girls.

The room was still dimly lit, and the foul musty and damp smell mixed with the smell of human excrement and the festering sour smell of the girls' burned palms made me nauseate.

She climbed into her bed, struggled to her tiptoes, and opened a small high window at the head of the bed to ventilate.

This window is the only one in the whole house, and it is the size of a palm, surrounded by barbed wire, which is better than nothing. She knew how bad the air was and how bad it was, and it was no wonder that the people who lived here didn't get sick in the long run.

It seems that the Ye family treats the children of the Nursery Hall really badly.

The window opened, and she jumped out of bed.

Looking to the side, I saw a girl cowering and walking towards her, it was Ah Hua who had been beaten with her this morning.

"Ah Ying, this is for you. Ah Hua carefully spread out her palm, revealing a crumpled paper bag.

Ye Ying took it, opened it, and saw that it was a small piece of green ointment the size of a fingernail, dirty and filthy, and I don't know how long it had been held in Ah Hua's hand, it had been half-melted, and it looked a little disgusting.

But Ye Ying knew how precious this ointment was here.

"Green ointment?" she said, "you want to give it to me?"

This ointment is used to treat fire poison and has a certain effect on burns caused by fire feather flowers.

After finishing work every day, Aunt Xin, who is in charge of managing them, will give each person a small piece, but the amount is too small, and each child is far from enough for his own use, how can he have spare money for others?

Ye Ying glanced at Ah Hua's hands, and there were obviously many burns on those small hands.

Ah Hua lowered her head crampedly: "Ah Ying, if it weren't for me this morning, you wouldn't have been beaten, and you were hated by Supervisor Xin." I...... I don't know how to compensate you, only this little bit of green paste, you can use it. ”