Mrs. Xin took the child and walked on the road again.

The black-armored soldiers who read the ban on human trafficking in the human market gathered together those who were going to sell their bodies in one place.

It is then divided into several categories.

The scrawny, seriously ill, and mutilated limbs are one of the same categories.

Young men and women are in the same category.

Xin Niangzi is more special, although she is also young and strong, but she is holding two children, holding one in her arms, and she is still breastfeeding, so she is in the third category with the old and young.

Like Xin Niangzi, the people around her were very worried, and they didn't know why these officials and soldiers gathered them together.

I don't know what will greet them in the future.

But they had no choice.

It can only be arranged by these black-armored soldiers to move forward with the crowd.

The big girl's face became redder and redder, and her eyelids fought.

Mrs. Xin told her youngest son to firmly tug on the corners of her clothes, squatting down and carrying her daughter.

With her coughing in her ears, Mrs. Xin was extremely worried.

It seemed that the child's cough was heard, and the two soldiers who were escorting him said something and walked over together.

Seeing them coming, Mrs. Xin immediately tensed up.

She subconsciously looked at the white-skinned soldier and put on a flattering smile: "Two officials, my daughter just got cold last night." ”

It's not a disease.

The soldier did not want to embarrass them, and said: "This sister-in-law, don't be afraid, we are sending you to the Salesian Institute, if you don't dislike it, you can give me the child, and I will hold it for you." ”

Seeing that they didn't have a seizure, Xin Niangzi breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but it was impossible to hand over the child to a strange man.

Mrs. Xin smiled: "Don't dare to bother the military master." ”

Hearing this, the taller and rougher-looking soldier smiled: "Did you hear Xie Lang, Naigong is right, right?" ”

"As long as you are not stupid, it is impossible to give you a child."

The white-skinned young man Xie Lang shook his head and stopped talking.

The reason for asking is that he can't look past it, and he is not annoyed when he is rejected, but he just asks for a good conscience.

"That's good, if you can't hold it on the road, call us again."

Xie Lang reached out in his arms, took out a bag of leaves wrapped in leaves, and bent down to hand it to the boy holding his mother's hand.

The child took it in a daze, Xie Lang touched his head, and was about to untie his outer robe, but was stopped by the tall soldier: "Come on, your body bones, you have to catch the wind and cold when you turn around." ”

As he spoke, the tall soldier untied his robe and put it on Mrs. Xin's back, covering the little girl whose cheeks were red from the fire.

The sweaty padded robe was heavy on her shoulders, and Mrs. Xin was at a loss to raise her eyes to look.

The tall soldier wore only an undershirt, and the open collar showed the thick heart hair on his chest.

He didn't start comfortably, and said in his mouth: "Borrow your one, remember to return it to me when you get there." ”

As he spoke, he seemed to be embarrassed, and pulled Xie Lang away.

Xin Niangzi heard Xie Lang smile at the soldier: "Liang Da, it seems that you still have a good study of the rules in the army, friendly women and children." ”

The soldier named Liang Da burned crimson with one ear, and replied recklessly: "It's noisy, Naigong just looks at them pitiful." ”

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." In the distance, the laughter of Xie Lang and other soldiers could be heard.

What they said again, Mrs. Xin didn't hear clearly, but the sweaty robe on her shoulders seemed to give her a little more hope.

It's already like this, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be.

Xin Niangzi, who repeatedly experienced hope and disappointment, walked to keep up with the team.

The team walked all the way to Beicheng, and when they were halfway there, someone had to drive an ox cart to pick them up.

Mrs. Xin dragged her three children and was fortunate enough to be assigned to one of them.

The car was covered with thick hay, and Mrs. Xin first placed her daughter and then picked up her youngest son.

Not daring to leave the child, Xin Niangzi held the thick robe draped over her shoulders in her hand and shouted at the soldiers: "The official surnamed Liang, your robe." ”

Liang Da, who was talking to Xie Lang, heard that he turned around and waved his hand at her impatiently: "You keep it first, and then return it to me." ”

When he had finished speaking, he turned his head and did not look at this side again.

Mrs. Xin hesitated with the robe, but still covered her daughter's body.

The ox cart staggered forward.

At first, the car was still a little bumpy, but later the road surface became smoother and smoother.

Mrs. Xin took her three children to cover the thick robe, but the more she walked, the more confused she became.

On both sides, the high gate Chinese house, the pavilion is spacious, the catalpa is shaded, and the poplar is planted.

It is a noble place where the dignitaries and dignitaries in the branch city live.

Mrs. Xin felt that they should be sent to a large family.

Looking at the handlebar, I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to speak, for fear that my sick eldest daughter would be noticed and driven out as a patient suffering from the epidemic.

"Mother, eat." Just when Mrs. Xin looked at the tall wall on the side of the road and felt worried, a small hand came from the side.

In his hand, he held a handful of dried fruits, including mulberries, dried forest slices, and some yellow and yellow dried apricots.

It is the supplies that are distributed to soldiers in the army.

The boy held it high and fed it to Mrs. Xin's mouth.

"Mother, don't."

Mrs. Xin took the dried fruit in his hand distressedly, and only gave him two dried mulberries to grind his teeth, and put away the rest.

After thinking about it, he opened it again and picked out the dried apricots the size of a fingernail and fed it to his daughter's mouth.

touched her hot forehead, and couldn't help but sink in my heart.

The bullock cart stopped in front of a vermilion gate.

Someone is using a ladder to remove the plaque on the lintel and replace it with a new one.

If Xin Niangzi was literate, she would recognize it, and the replaced plaque had the word Lianfu written on it.

But she just sat in the ox cart in a panic and drove into the open gate.

Not far from the gate, I saw several tall tables.

There was a queue ahead.

Behind the table sat officials dressed as scribes, and next to them sat several cauldrons.

The aroma of grains wafted from the pot.

Xin Niangzi swallowed violently, and under the urging of the handlebar, she got out of the car with the child.

He put down the ox cart and turned around, and went to pick up the others.

Under the instructions of the people next to her, Xin Niangzi lined up behind the line with her children and followed the team.

It didn't take long for her turn.

The clerk in charge of registration was a young man with a good attitude.

Seeing her wince, she said patiently: "This sister-in-law, this is the place set up by Gongsun Clan's Yan Niangzi to temporarily rescue orphans and children, you take out the Fu letter and register it, and you can apply for accommodation and food here." ”

"Of course, you will also be assigned work that you can do until you can live independently."

Mrs. Xin hurriedly touched her body for a while, but fortunately she bought food yesterday and brought the letter with her.

The little clerk held the pen and asked her some questions as he took notes.

When he saw the obviously abnormal flushing of the child on her back, the little official looked stunned and frowned.

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While queuing up to do nucleic acid while coding, my brain is a little confused, forgive me