"Are you a crow? It's really noisy. After the woodcutter finished speaking, he took out a thin needle, easily pried the firewood room open, and forced the frightened Mo Qiantao into the corner step by step.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Qiantao's eyes widened, and she felt a sense of fear for the first time.

The wood-splitting man suddenly showed a wicked smile, looking at her with a look full of disdain, "What do you say? ”

"Let me go, let's go alone."

Mo Qiantao looked like she was going to fight, she was planning to break the jar and break it, looking at the big man who chopped firewood, she couldn't beat it horizontally and vertically, but she also had to find a little dignity for herself.

Singled out?

The wood-splitting man tilted his head, guessing the meaning of the word, and soon saw it from Mo Qiantao's death-defying expression, he smiled, pulled out a strip of cloth from his waist, and sealed her non-stop chirping mouth without hesitation.

Mo Qiantao stared wide-eyed, stomping her feet angrily, but she was helpless.

The wood-splitting man felt that his ears were clean and extremely comfortable, and he stretched his waist and yawned and walked to another room.

Mo Qiantao watched him approach the side room, close the loose door, and through the gap, you could see his high erlang legs, and a weed in his mouth, very pleasant.

She was so angry that she jumped up and down, but she was helpless.

By the end of the afternoon, it was getting dark, and the rain was dripping from the roof tiles.

Mo Qiantao shrank into a ball, and bursts of coldness rushed from her heels to the top of her head, and from the top of her head to her heart, she shivered, and the sound of her teeth hitting was extremely harsh.

"Peach...... Peach...... Little Tao'er ......" Young Master Zhang's voice came from outside the house.

Mo Qiantao thought that she was going to die, these were all hallucinations before death.

Without waiting for Mo Qiantao to respond, Young Master Zhang became anxious and tapped on the door, "I brought you clothes and quilts, you ...... talk."

"Give...... Give me ......."

Mo Qiantao's teeth chattered, and she couldn't speak well, so she hid at the foot of the door in embarrassment, which was the best place to avoid the cold wind.

Young Master Zhang hurriedly stuffed the quilt and clothes through the crack in the door, Mo Qiantao was already numb from the cold, her hands couldn't make up, she turned over with difficulty, and squirmed forward like a caterpillar, until she got into the warm quilt.

"Peach...... Don't be afraid, I'll get you out......" Young Master Zhang said uncomfortably as he left.

Mo Qiantao muttered weakly, "Save ...... You...... Big...... ...... Grandpa"

Not long after Young Master Zhang left in a hurry, a man suddenly appeared outside Mo Qiantao's door, holding a heavy cloak in his hand, and after standing for a while, he disappeared like a shadow.

In the afternoon, a ray of sunlight pierces through the clouds and hits the earth, bringing a hint of warmth.

Under the big tree, the shadows of the trees were mottled, like a fine light poured on the wood-splitting man, he had just carried back a pile of firewood, and was about to see if Mo Qiantao had frozen to death, when suddenly a group of people came.

They opened the door of the firewood room and saw Mo Qiantao shrunk in the quilt, thinking that she was dead, and patted her face hard, and her pale little face was suddenly red and swollen.

Mo Qiantao opened her misty eyes, looked at several old mothers in front of her, and immediately stepped back vigilantly.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's good to be alive, take it away." The old mother gave an order, and the four of them lifted Mo Qiantao's limbs and left.

"Hey—where are you taking me?"

Mo Qiantao was still confused, but as soon as she was lifted, she immediately remembered everything, and now she won't be dragged to the pig cage, right? Thinking of this, she immediately struggled desperately.