Jing Dachun's second laizi couldn't bear Shen Thirty-eight's question at all, so he used the fastest speed and peed his pants to leave. Shen Thirty-eight "locked" the person back.

"My lord, he has confessed: Hang Ziyan was indeed kidnapped by him. That day, when he was playing alone at the door of his house, he lost the gamble and was forced to pay debts, and when he happened to see Hang Zijing, he immediately had bad intentions. covered Hang Ziyan's mouth, hugged the person and ran out of the village. Following the mountain path, he ran to the city in one go, and sold it to Yaxing. ”

After Shen Thirty-eight finished speaking, he gave Jing Dachun a few more kicks.

As soon as Di Ying collected the herbs, he shouted dark clouds and hurried back to the city.

In the city, the news of the guards also came back one after another.

……

And Jinju, Shanghe County, Lejia Village, and the village head creek.

A little girl of more than five years old is struggling to walk back with difficulty holding a wooden basin full of wet clothes.

His hair was messy, his little face was blue and purple, and his clothes were shabby and full of holes. On the two small hands and arms, in addition to being soaked white, there are all kinds of scars of different severity.

Some of the wounds were still oozing blood.

Seeing the wound that was bleeding a little more because of the exertion, the little man sighed loudly.

Put down the tub and return to the creek to soak the bleeding wound in the water.

Seeing the trace of bright red spreading along the stream, the little girl was a little distracted.

It wasn't until a small fish came to peck her hand that she came to her senses, took her hand out of the stream, went to the weeds by the river, found an herb that could stop the bleeding, put it in her mouth and chewed it, and then rubbed it on the wound.

Looking up at the sky, he sighed again.

He tugged hard at the sleeves of his coat, which was much shorter, and then went back, picked up the tub and went home.

If you can't hold it, you can drag it.

I couldn't drag it, so I walked on two legs, squeezing and rubbing.

The thin and small figure was pulled out of a long shadow on the ground by the twilight sunset.

She really did her best.

But when I arrived at the door, I was grabbed by a woman with a big belly, and scolded her: "You lazy person who can only eat idle meals, a cheap embryo that no one wants, my family shouldn't want you, look at such a lazy and ugly appearance, I have to paste the dowry silver for you in the future, and I don't see if you are worthy."

Get out, get in and burn the fire, what time is this? Do you want to starve your mother? If something goes wrong with the baby in the old lady's belly, see if the old lady can beat you to death! ”

scolded and scolded, and kicked the little girl again, kicking the little girl into the stove room.

At this moment, an old woman came out of the hall.

The old woman's leg is obviously not very good, she is on crutches, and her figure is quite round, and she is a little shaky when she holds it up and says: "Xiu'er, you are a person with a body, don't worry about that little slut, lest you hurt your body by moving the fetus."

By the way, did Guangzhong come back? When you come back, let him come out to dry his clothes, and you won't be cold anymore. ”

Xiu'er, the young woman about twenty years old who beat and scolded the little girl just now, responded with a sweet smile when she heard her mother-in-law say this: "Yes, my daughter-in-law is not angry with the money-loser."

Mother, I'm going to call Guangzhong up. He said he was tired when he got down tonight, and he slept until he came back and still hasn't woken up. Can you help me see the chicken soup simmering in the stove house? Okay, you drink it first, just leave a sip for your daughter-in-law. ”

"Okay, okay, my mother is left to you, you are going to give birth to the eldest grandson of my Lejia, eat more, eat better."

The old woman smiled and said with kindness, and limped into the stove house with a cane.

When I went in, I didn't look at the soup first, but I saw the little girl whose face was blackened by the fireworks, and suddenly all the good mood was gone.

frowned in disgust, and with a stick, he hit it headlessly. He was still scolding in his mouth.

"It's been so long, and you can't even make a fire, what's the use of asking you? What a waste of money and food! Hurry up and start the fire, or watch your flesh and skin! ”

Outside the stove house, Xiu'er, who heard her mother-in-law scolding the little girl, picked up by the way and said, "Mother, will you sell that cheap girl another day?" We've got to get back to basics, don't we? ”

"Not for sale!"

The old woman refused: "With her, I can do something for the family." Otherwise, when you give birth to a child, there will be fewer people, and you should not take care of you carefully enough.

This girl gave her a bowl of gruel a day, and she didn't need much food. When you grow up, you can still help the family do a lot of work, and you can save some money, right?

When I can send her out, I can exchange it for more bride price. You've got to know how to settle the score, huh? ”

When Xiu'er heard this, she responded with a sweet smile, and then turned around and went into the house to call her father-in-law.

The old woman in the stove house, after seeing the chicken soup and carefully tasting the saltiness, turned her head and saw the very hungry eyes of the little girl.

Extremely hungry, very eager eyes.

The old woman took a spoonful and hit the little girl's head. While he began to curse again.

It's as if this chicken soup will be bad if the little girl takes a second look.

In the face of the beaten spoon, the little girl didn't dare to hide, only dared to tighten her neck, bite her lower lip tightly, hold back her tears from falling, and endure the familiar and unfamiliar pain over and over again.

She picked up a piece of firewood and stretched it out to the stove with it and her little arm.

I said to myself over and over again: hold on, hold on and live. Only by living can we do it.

As for why she thought so, she didn't know.

All she knew was a voice that kept telling her: don't give up, you must live.

But......

A wisp of blood ran down her forehead, and she could feel the familiar, hot sensation.

The hand holding the firewood can feel the temperature of the flame.

It's so warm, it's so warm, what is it like?

Isn't it like a mother's embrace?

She didn't want to let go, let alone retract her hand.

Maybe...... Grit your teeth and endure the pain again, just once, and you won't have to endure the pain again, right?

At this time, seeing the old woman who had beaten people's heads with blood, she scolded and scolded the little girl for not being strong and angry, and turned around and walked out, ready to clean up the table and eat.

And he didn't notice that the little girl's hand was still stretched out in the stove and not taken out.

I didn't even notice the fire in the stove, and it rolled up with a "bang".

Swallowing the tongue of fire, it will burn down the wood to the little girl's arm.