The mother-in-law is an authentic local, and Ding Xuewei speaks very carefully.

Fortunately, there is light, and many things can be expressed in the eyes.

She washed it and poured water.

The mother-in-law stood up and beckoned to her.

"You can't spill water, the yard is rotten, and there is no place to stay. Let me tell you, there are many benefits to our village, such as this washing water, which is splashed by ordinary people when they go out, and it is good when it does not rain in summer and autumn, but in spring and winter, when there is no wind or snow, it is simply a sin, a pile of mud on the feet. ”

Ding Xuewei took the basin and followed the footsteps of her mother-in-law to go out, and then turned around and walked towards the gate.

"Let me tell you, the sink in our village is admired by the old man in Yiyong Village, but unfortunately, their village was built early, and it is not easy to renovate."

The mother-in-law followed with another boast, and Ding Xuewei poured water and went back into the house with her.

When she entered the room, she did not sit at the table, but stood stiffly.

The mother-in-law originally wanted to say something, but looking at her disgusted appearance, her eyelids were about to droop, and she reluctantly let go.

However, before letting Ding Xuewei go back to the house, she kindly let her solve the problem of releasing water in her night pot, saying that it would be too dark to go to the thatched house.

"Close the door."

After Ding Xuewei stood by the bed in fear for a long time, the girl raised her head.

The two words of export are both cold and authoritative.

Ding Xuewei wondered what made her maintain such a sense of superiority in this village.

The girl didn't want to pay attention to her at all, and it was almost impossible to get anything from her, so she didn't waste that time, and pretended to close the door carefully and hide herself in the futon.

This small bed could fall down if she turned over, but the bedding was not narrow, and it wrapped her tightly.

Ding Xuewei, who hid in the futon, didn't want to enter the space or anything, but the needs of the persona.

Sure enough, after her whole body shrank into the futon, the girl by the oil lamp paused, looked at her figure for a long time, and then continued.

Looking at the situation in the village, Ding Xuewei was very relieved and fell asleep not long after.

So, when she heard the sound outside the door, she flipped up.

There were no windows, and the only door frame that could let in light was tightly closed, and if it wasn't for someone shouting outside, I would wake up in the middle of the night.

Tilting his head, he listened to the movement next to him and heard the sound of fabric rubbing.

"It's time to open the door"

A calm, hoarse voice came.

As soon as I heard it, I knew I hadn't slept well.

When did the girl sleep last night, Ding Xuewei didn't know if she got up so early today to catch up with work, she was quite curious.

opened the door, deliberately did not go out, and glanced at the girl from time to time with extravagant hopes at the door.

The girl sat in front of the basin shelf without squinting, combed her hair, and tidied it up with the faint light of the water.

Ding Xuewei admires the use of water to make mirrors, at least she can't see anything from the sparkling water.

"You go to Mrs. Han, she will take care of you during this time."

I don't know if Ding Xuewei was too well-behaved, and there was a lot less coldness in this sentence.

Ding Xuewei wanted to see if she would pick up the embroidery work next.

As soon as these words came out, there was a problem if she didn't leave quickly.

Leaving a wrill look, she turned and went out.

Outside the door, Mrs. Han was talking loudly.

Joke with this and joke with that.

The women who walked out of the room one after another were six or seven years old, and fifteen or sixteen years old.

A natural and peaceful place.

Just looking at the surface, it is really difficult to see that these women were forcibly abducted.

"Up."

Mrs. Han, who turned around, saw Ding Xuewei's puzzled gaze, and the smile in her eyes became even stronger: "I fetched water for you, go wash up quickly." ”

Although she had delayed a lot of time in Yiyong Village before, she did not participate in the basic life in the village.

Of course, what she didn't participate in was only every aspect of her life.

There are more women in Yiyong Village than here, and the scope is wider.

The women on this side of Tong'anzhai are basically slaves and maids passing by passers-by.

On the other side of Yiyong Village, there are not only slaves, but also many girls and young ladies from small families.

Compared with a woman with a good family, the slave who has been restrained for a lifetime is better controlled and more easily satisfied, and compared with the firepower youth in the village, the women of the half-village are not afraid of much information value.

It is impossible for a big family to let their own women take risks, and a small family cannot afford to buy the news of Yamamin, and even if they have that money, there is no need for a woman who has been kidnapped by bandits to spend a huge amount of wealth.

Ding Xuewei didn't think that the people in the door would be interested in the origin of the women in this courtyard, and even if there were, she hadn't heard anything special, and people like Miss Qing were not worth mentioning Zhu Niangzi.

No, the Qing girl's style made her strange.

Since he is a person who is reluctant to die, how can he remain still proud and complacent?!

Who gave her courage?

Before Ding Xuewei had a chance to inquire about Miss Qing, her eyes attracted a baby who was infinitely close to Xiaofuniu's appearance.

There is no text in the original text about the heroine's disappearance when she was young, but based on the plot that has changed a lot, she has to have more eyes.

While the older girls were washing the dishes, she approached the girl who had been observing for a long time.

"Fu Niu?"

The girl turned back.

His eyes were as black as grapes, and his eyes were full of doubt.

She didn't know herself, but she felt something familiar.

Ding Xuewei added oily waterproof mascara to the foundation she used this time, not to mention patting, even if she rubbed, it was not easy to wash her face clean.

It's normal not to know her, but it's not normal to be suspicious.

Only those who know each other will have doubts when they see a face that makes them feel familiar but can't remember.

I'm not there to see it.

"Do you know Ding Anping?"

“··· Eldest sister! ”

Fu Niu was stunned for a moment and then exclaimed.

Ding Xuewei is a little square.

This eldest sister shows that the baby in front of her is Jiang Jiafu in Linhai County.

But this respectful and surprising tone is not good.

I'm just cannon fodder next to the villain, and you feel like my brother and sister make me panic!

The Jiang family intends to be close to them, and Jiang Funiu is even more single-mindedly peaceful, and she has already felt it from the words of the letter.

However, I didn't feel it so intuitively when I read the letter!

"Big sister! I miss you so much~"

Ding Xuewei: "!! ”

What do you want her to do.

They don't have much to do with each other.

Ding Xue panicked slightly.

Sister, my sister is full of soaking in the train, can't I recognize you, okay?

At this moment, surrounded by the people around her, Ding Xue was slightly panicked.

She is alone, not to mention being exposed, even if she catches it right, she can also hide in the space and wait for the opportunity.

With this little girl, she can't think of anything!

"This is my distant cousin."

Subconsciously, Ding Xue opened her mouth slightly to explain.

Even I think it's ridiculous.

"It turns out that you are the sister that Fu Niu is looking for!" On one side, a slightly older girl surprises.

Ding Xue was slightly full of black lines.

What's going on with this baby?

It seems that there are many people who know that she is looking for her sister!

A roar every day, begging for tickets, begging for collections·····