Time flowed, and by the time she woke up again, it was two days later.

Looking at the strange and ordinary room in front of her with a pair of empty eyes, Le Ling found that an equally strange and ordinary bed was carrying her body.

In a daze, she remembered that her previous self seemed to be still in the wilderness, how did she come here this time, could it be that someone saved her and brought her here, or was she dreaming?

After taking a closer look at what she saw in front of her again, Le Ling was sure that someone really saved her, but what was this place and who saved her?

Anyway, where she is now, and who saved her, what does it matter to her, all this doesn't matter anymore, does it!

But before she could finish thinking about this, she woke up to a sound in her ear, and a small face was imprinted into her eyes.

"Awake? It's good to wake up, little girl, help her up, and feed her this bowl of porridge. I don't know where in the room came a voice, and this voice was heard in the ears and made people have to agree that the woman who said this had a big grinning personality.

Although, I didn't want to eat in my heart, and I was not in a good mood, but I woke up, and my stomach was really hungry, and the little girl in front of me had already fed the porridge into her mouth, so Le Ling was no longer polite, and swallowed all the bowl of porridge in front of her into her stomach, and then lay down.

With the clear porridge entering the abdomen, the body has become stronger, and the spirit has improved a lot, but because he is still very discouraged in his heart, Le Ling closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

However, only one day has passed, and seeing that Leling on the bed is eating and drinking normally, Leling was woken up by that big grinning voice in the early morning of the next day.

"Get up, it's time for you to get up, I didn't pick you up so much that you couldn't get up in bed all the time, we have no obligation to wait for you to eat and drink all the time."

Listening to this voice in her ears, Le Ling opened her eyes, and a woman who was three or five thick was standing in front of her bed and staring at her.

"Get up and do things, you have to do things when you get here, you can't stay in this bed all the time, get up quickly."

The words fell, seeing that Le Ling still didn't mean to get up, the woman reached out and pulled Le Ling up, because of this force, it also made Le Ling's arm feel a pain.

Because of the pain in her heart, Leling, who didn't want to speak, endured the pain in her arm and got out of bed, and followed the woman out of the room listlessly.

As far as the eye can see, this yard is very large, on the side, there are flowers and water very beautiful, but the huge yard is occupied by those clothes poles to occupy a large piece of land, on one side, piles of clothes are like small hills piled on the clothes trough, several women are standing in the sun washing clothes, the sweat on their foreheads falling down one by one.

"Here they all call me Aunt Ma, and you are the same, what's your name?" The three-year-old and five-thick lady Ma asked again.

"Leling."

"Leling? The name is very good, but it's a pity that people look average, but since you are here, it doesn't matter if you look good or not, anyway, whether you are good or not, you are a slave; You, Leling, you have to wash all these clothes today. ”

With the direction of Aunt Ma's words, Le Ling's empty gaze also fell on a pile of clothes not far away, and she casually answered Aunt Ma's words absentmindedly.

"Now that you know it, let's start washing, and what is the pestle doing here."

Hearing this urging in his ears, Leling, who was depressed, walked towards the pile of clothes with his heavy feet and threw those clothes into the water one by one.

"It's true, I don't know what kind of disease she has and what kind of madness she has, she looks listless and sick, and she is annoyed when she looks at it." Aunt Ma, who muttered a word, shook the head on her neck into a rattle.

Look at this is another food-hungry one.

In front of the sink, the people on the side saw Le Ling's appearance, so they had the courage to throw the clothes they were going to wash in front of Le Ling with their eyebrows crossed, seeing that she didn't have any reaction, those people became even more unscrupulous.

Looking at the small hill in front of her, Le Ling rolled up her sleeves and washed her head weakly, but this washing changed her appearance, but seeing that she rubbed these clothes back and forth a few times, she desperately rubbed those clothes to death, it seemed that these clothes were all owed to her, and it seemed that only in this way could the frustration and despair in her heart be vented.

But no, looking at these brocade clothes that only nobles wear, Luo Xiao's figure flashed through his mind unexpectedly,

The hatred in her heart rose up slowly, only pitying the clothes under her hands, and becoming an innocent punching bag for no reason.

When Leling washed her backache and hand cramps, and she was hungry and weak, her eyes were dizzy, and time had consumed a whole day, and these clothes still could not be washed.

Looking at a few clothes that had been torn by her, and looking at the clothes that had not been washed in the sink, the dazed Le Ling seemed to be a little shaken, it turned out that such a seemingly simple thing was so difficult and so tiring to do.

That's it, don't care, these clothes will be washed tomorrow, she hasn't eaten a mouthful of water or food at the end of this day, so she should lie down and rest for a while.

Dragging his tired body to the house, Leling fell headlong on the bed and soon fell asleep.

For three days in a row, the unwashed clothes in the sink, the rice porridge that could not be eaten and the insufficient time almost occupied Le Ling's numb thoughts, and at the same time, Le Ling could not have time to secretly waste her ruined face, and there was no time and opportunity for her to grieve for the spring and autumn.

In the evening, Aunt Ma, who came to the yard, looked at the wrinkled and torn clothes hanging on the clothes pole, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, this cold sweat was cold from head to foot, and her heart was even more heartbreaking.

Is this girl doing laundry? No! She's not doing laundry! She's washing her mother's life! She is going to wash away her Aunt Ma's life!

She regrets it! I regret it!