Mrs. Xin cried for a while.

The wind was blowing outside the house, blocked by layers of plain silk pasted on the windows.

But the light of the sky outside poured in through the plain silk.

Only then did she raise her head, touch the ignorant and frightened second son, and then patted the baby in her arms.

The child in her arms was already tired of crying.

But Mrs. Xin only ate a little bit from yesterday to today, and she really didn't have milk to feed him.

Thinking about what the old lady said before, what bag Yan Niangzi would give to the child.

I thought of the porridge that was boiling outside.

Mrs. Xin swallowed her saliva, stood up, and wanted to be cheeky to ask to see if she could ask for a bowl for the three little ones to pad their stomachs.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The maid who had led them in pushed open the door: "Sister-in-law, I thought you should be hungry too, so I made some porridge outside."

said that it was a little beaten, but the maid carried a small half jar in her hand, and a few pottery bowls were buckled on it.

Mrs. Xin showed an extremely grateful look on her face: "Thank you, thank you, thank you." ”

The maid waved her hand: "Just call me Ah Yue." ”

As she spoke, she put the porridge jar in her hand on the small table at the end of the bed and took out a few bowls.

Considering that people who come here should not know how long they have been hungry, the corn porridge prepared here is the most nourishing for the stomach.

The ones who are in the process of being reformed are all Hu captives.

Among the captives, the most heinous offenders were beheaded regardless of whether they were Hu Ren or Yuan Jun.

The remaining Yuan army was incorporated into the army by Zhao Yun, while the Hu prisoners were in the newly built captive camp, with bald heads removed and reformed to touch the soul.

The ones in charge of them are all Guzhu and Lu Long's experienced indoctrination stewards.

Unlike the herdsmen and slaves in Guzhuzhuang, these prisoners of war were all jackals who roamed into the Han land along Liu He's open gate.

But it's also a battleable soldier.

In line with the principle of waste utilization, try not to pay for it.

As long as you toss and don't die, you will toss to death.

Gongsun Yan researched the most immoral management method she could think of, and polished away their original habits.

After morning class, it is endless labor, and before going to bed at night, it is brainwashing and evening class.

Only enough meager food is provided every day, and endorsements are needed in exchange.

Gongsun Yan believes that under the pressure of survival, people will sincerely change their ways and study hard.

These special Salesian homes, without a single husk of corn, are the fruits of these people's labor.

Xin Niangzi looked at the yellow and clear porridge in front of her, and didn't dare to take it: "Just one bowl is enough, fill your stomach with a few small ones." ”

She licked her lips and said, "I don't have to waste it, I'll start working, I'll eat again." ”

It's always worrying to get it for free.

The mother-in-law didn't know what to do, her daughter was still sick, and Mrs. Xin didn't dare to be greedy.

No matter how much the maid Ah Yue persuaded her, she refused to eat.

I just asked for a small bowl, intending to give a little to a few children.

In the end, Ah Yue couldn't, so he had to go to Mr. Yan, who was in charge here, to see if he could arrange a job for Mrs. Xin first, so that she could feel at ease.

When the maid Ah Yue went, Mr. Yan was filling his mouth with wolfberries.

When he heard this, he put down the book in his hand, chewed it quickly, and said, "Then go and get some rags for her first." ”

In fact, there is a great shortage of manpower in this Salesian home, but Mrs. Xin is in such a situation now, so let her do something casually first.

Ah Yue got the order and left quickly.

She soon found someone and asked for a pile of rags and put them in front of Mrs. Xin: "Now sister-in-law can rest assured, right?" Eat it. ”

Xin Niangzi's eyes were hot, she had experienced too much this day, and she was at a loss in the face of such pure kindness.

Ah Yue brought them porridge out and helped her feed some for the children in bed.

Then he opened the door with an empty porridge bowl.

"Miss Ayue, thank you."

Ah Yue turned his head and smiled at her: "I was also sold into the Lian family on such snowy days." ”

"I'm happy to be able to help you now."

After saying that, she waved her hand, closed the door and left.

Mrs. Xin looked at the closed door, and then at the children in the room.

Gently hold my daughter's hand on the hospital bed.

After a moment, he got up, grabbed the pile of rags, and got to work.

She slathered on her insoles as she turned her head to look at the sky outside.

As the sun was about to set, there was a noise outside the door.

Mrs. Xin turned her head to look, but saw the old woman standing in front of the door, and when she saw her, she shook her head slightly.

"The man was gone when he found it."

Shortly after Mrs. Xin left with the children, the old man smashed the only remaining crockpot in the house where the porridge was cooked and swallowed the pieces.

When the soldiers who had been sent out found them, they were all hardened.

He was covered with the burlap bag that contained the grain.

Mrs. Xin's heart twitched violently.

The old woman said again: "The corpse is temporarily confined to the Yizhuang set up outside the city, and the weather is cold and ...... temporarily."

She didn't make it very clear, and continued: "Yan Niangzi knows that everyone who comes here is in difficulty, so she allocated a sum of money. ”

"You can borrow some money temporarily with Fu Xin, no interest, do the funeral first, and pay it back slowly after the work."

Mrs. Xin's tears fell on the half-pasted insoles in front of her: "Thank you, auntie." ”

Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Thank you for your kindness." ”

……

The funeral of Mrs. Xin's mother-in-law was very simple.

A thin coffin was buried outside the city, next to the man who died last year.

Xin Niangzi had a white linen cloth on her forehead, knelt alone in front of the loess grave, and placed corn rice with two finger-wide slices of meat in front of the grave.

"Mother-in-law, you still said that there was no taste in your mouth when you were young, you see this is a good thing."

"You're so good, don't blame me for throwing you down, I can't help it."

She sniffed and looked at the tomb on the other side: "Don't blame me for not bringing the children to see you, the eldest girl is not well yet, and she can't catch a cold." ”

"Mother-in-law's funeral, no one in our family can help manage it, I am busy alone, how can I take care of the children."

"But don't worry, the children are all in the Salesian, okay!"

A hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes when she mentioned the child: "The eldest girl is very well-behaved, she knows how to help me work, and the people in the Salesian House like her very much." ”

Xin Niangzi was like talking to someone face-to-face, and said, "By the way, how do you know about the Salesian Hospital, a ghost who died early." ”

"The Salesian House is the best place in the world."

"It's warm and well-fed, and the day before yesterday I gave my child diapers and swaddling clothes, do you think it's the best place in the world?"

She laughed as if she remembered something: "I heard that we will be taught to read and write in a while, and I am embarrassed that I have to sit with the children at my age to read and write." ”

After talking for a while, Mrs. Xin patted the loess on the corner of her skirt and stood up: "Okay, I'm leaving, I can't leave for too long, it's causing trouble." ”

She turned and walked a few steps, then looked back at her husband's grave, the light shining on her face.

"Don't worry, we'll all be fine."