Duniang's residence was in a secluded corner at the back door of the princess's mansion, a dilapidated thatched and stone-built house, surrounded by decay.

Duniang's daily work is to take back the toilets in every corner of the princess's mansion and flush them, and then put the clean ones back. The urine and feces would be collected in a large earthen jar and then transported by her outside the city.

No one wants to come to such a place, and no one lives here except Duniang.

Duniang used hot water to clean Qisheng's wounds, and to her surprise, this dark-skinned and short-haired child turned out to be a girl, and she felt a little more pity in her heart.

The child was covered in wounds, and three basins of blood came out, and Duniang applied ground herbs to the wound, and then bandaged her with a clean cloth.

Looking at the child who was wrapped in a white cloth on the bed, Duniang's heart tightened, this child has no good place on his body, there are countless wounds large and small, even if he survives, a little girl has so many scars on her body, how will she marry in the future?

Qisheng has been having a high fever and falling asleep, Duniang once thought that the child was probably not good, and it was not until the third day that Qisheng regained consciousness.

"What's your name?" Duniang fed Qisheng porridge, this rice she had stored for a long time, and she was never willing to eat it.

"Seven lives. ”

"Do you still have parents?" asked Duniang.

Qisheng shook his head, lowered his eyes, and thought of his father and Ta Gu, and felt a burst of pantothenic acid in his heart.

Duniang's cooking is delicious, as if anything will become fragrant food as long as it reaches her hands, and the hands that are covered with calluses to wash the toilet all day long can make the most ordinary things delicious in the world.

Occasionally, Duniang would teach Qisheng to cook, but she never asked Qisheng to help her clean the toilet, she said that her hands were already dirty, so don't dirty Qisheng's hands anymore.

Every time she sees Duniang busy in the simple kitchen, smelling the aroma of the food, it makes her feel a little trance.

The scene was just like what she had imagined, there was a person named Ah Niang, with the warmest embrace in the world, bright and crooked eyes, and a pair of hands that could conjure deliciousness at any time.

Mother's love is an emotion that Qisheng deliberately avoids, she can't have it in her previous life, and she won't have the chance to see her in this life.

Although she was a little envious, she did not complain.

It's just because she once had the best father in the world, a thick man of nearly two meters, but she could sew a leather jacket for Qisheng with one eye, and tie her hair with a pair of giant palms covered with calluses......

Before the age of three, her hair was taken care of by her father, who was always sorry that there was no way to give her the life that a normal girl should have, and she could only deal with fierce beasts in this forest.

So he always tried his best to dress her up as a girl should be, and even bought a girl's skirt for her in the bazaar, but she felt inconvenient and didn't like it, so she threw her clothes aside, and shuttled through the obstacle forest in animal skins, playing and playing.

Later, she even thought that her hair was too long and got in the way, so she twisted her hair, and her father vomited with her for a long time.

In the past, she always thought that her father was too nagging, and she always said one thing over and over again, and when she was annoyed by her, she would talk back.

Then I saw the tall and strong man sitting on a stake under the tree house, hanging his shoulders, shaking his head and sighing, as if he had been bullied, very aggrieved.

Thinking about it now, I relied on my father's love at that time, and I don't know how much he broke his heart...... Daddy......

She misses her daddy!

Qisheng tried to suppress the tears that came out of his eyes, and lowered his head and desperately stuffed rice into his mouth.

Looking at Qisheng's wolfing appearance, Duniang muttered to herself, if her child was also alive, it should be as old as Qisheng.

Qisheng didn't ask Duniang how her child died, living in such a world, people like them at the bottom of society, the most important thing is a tragic experience.

The cloth on Duniang's face has never been taken off even at night, and sometimes liquid will seep out of that cloth, Qisheng thinks that the wound under the cloth must be very painful, and it has been covered with a cloth for a long time, and the wound is in a humid and stuffy environment, which is not easy to heal and is easy to breed bacteria and cause infection.

If possible, she hoped that Duniang could take off the mask at home, but Duniang refused, saying that it would scare her, and then lowered her head and tied the mask tighter.

Once, Duniang was punished by the housekeeper, and she was hit with a board, and when she came back, she had a high fever and even began to babble.

Duniang sweated a lot, and the black mask on her face was also wet, Qisheng hesitated for a moment, and finally untied the mask.

The moment he untied it, Qisheng gasped.

Sole Mother...... No nose!

Her nose was cut off with a sharp weapon, leaving only a black blood hole, because the wound did not heal well, long-term purulent infection, and yellow lochia, which may be the real reason for Duniang's high fever.

Qisheng thought of antibiotics, but where did antibiotics come from in this era?

Qisheng thought of the small thistle grass he saw in the courtyard a few days ago, it was an ordinary grass, also called spiny cabbage, but it was a holy medicine to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

She used to read in the book of survival in the wild, if you are injured in the wild, the blood is gushing, just pick up the thorny cabbage leaves, try your best to rub and squeeze out the juice, even the juice with the thorny cabbage leaves, cover the wound at once, it will not take a while, the blood in the wound will stop, and it is not easy to be infected.

Qisheng picked the small thistle to wash it, mashed it for later use, wiped the knife with wine, roasted it on the fire and disinfected it again, and then disinfected Duniang's nose with alcohol, removed the purulent wound with a knife, and finally applied it to the pounded thistle.

The night was long, Qisheng looked at the only mother whose nose was cut off, remembered his father's scalded face, remembered the bloody night of Li Hecun's slaughter, and remembered everything she experienced after leaving the obstacle forest...... From the anger of wanting revenge at the beginning, to the confusion and helplessness after gradually calming down.

When she was in the Barrier Forest, her idea was simple, to gain a foothold at the foot of the mountain, and then make a living from her father and tower bone hunting, and when they had saved enough money, they could leave the Barrier Forest and go to a bigger city......

Qisheng lowered her head and smiled bitterly, at that time, she had romantic and naïve fantasies, imagining that like all the time-travelers in TV dramas, she would encounter good encounters, meet masters outside the world, act chivalrous and righteous, and be happy in the rivers and lakes... It's really silly and naïve to think about it now.

Where is there so much romance and luck in reality?!

In this world of bullying and hierarchy, many things have been decided from the moment they are born, some people are destined to be high and hold the power of life and death, and some people are destined to be trampled on and have no dignity.

After going through so much, Qisheng realized that if you want to survive in this world and live like a person, you must be strong enough!