Behind the platform at Sunrise Country stood a group of burly, bare-chested men. They were fat and strong, with big arms and round waists. The fat on their bodies trembled and looked scary.
Their hair was combed and braided on top of their heads, and their eyes looked fierce.
"These are the students. There are thirty people in total. They are all women. They are Aonv specially trained by the Sunrise Kingdom to serve people."
Ao Nu?
female? ?
Qi Xingyun glanced at these women silently and chose to walk away silently. Qi Xingyun would rather use eunuchs than such overweight tanks.
Horrible!
Qi Xingyun felt extremely horrified. Just looking at Aida Xiangzi, he thought that all Japanese women looked like this. However, the appearance of this Ojou girl directly refreshed Qi Xingyun's three views.
However, he quickly figured out that there was a market for such Aonv girls in Daqi. They did some heavy physical work, and when all the men in the family were dead and it was inconvenient to have men, such Aonv girls were needed.
"The tribute thing from the Sunrise Country is very unique." Qi Xingyun shook his head. It was really unprecedented for him to treat his own citizens as tribute.
Changping Village.
Bingbing spent most of the next day in a daze. He was absentmindedly cutting rapeseeds in the field all day long, and almost grazed his hand with the sickle twice.
My mind kept recalling the scene of lunch earlier. The woman was squatting aside and waiting for the two of them to eat their papers, and from time to time poured a bowl of tea over to them.
He ate absent-mindedly, and until they finished eating and she cleared away the dishes and went back, she didn't mention a word about the previous fight between the siblings, let alone the time he hit her waist with a ponytail.
Until I finished work and went home in the evening, everything was as usual at home, and my sister in the house didn't cry anymore.
After dinner, they fooled around and went back to their houses. Bingbing was still worried. He didn't believe that the woman would really be so generous. He might complain to his father in front of him on the field ridge at noon, but he might complain to his father in private at night. She complained, but she brought Sister Huahua here, and her affection is naturally better than that of her stepson.
The more Bingbing thought about it, the more irritated he became. He simply got up and sneaked to the back of his father and stepmother's house, leaning against the gap under the window to listen to what was going on inside.
Dad was washing his feet, and the woman squatted beside him to wait on him to wash his feet. The two of them chatted about working in the fields.
"... Taking advantage of the beautiful weather and the bright sunshine these days, I plan to cut the rapeseeds and take them to the threshing floor at the south end of the village to dry them for a few days. During the day, I met Uncle Li Zheng and followed me. After we agreed, we arranged an open space for our family, and when it was drying, we took advantage of the situation and packed it in bags. This way, we will have rapeseed oil all year round, and you don’t have to worry about how much oil to put in for cooking. "
Ping'er smiled: "Yeah, I've been busy these days, and life is really tight. A little girl can't be counted as a hard worker, and Bingbing is growing up. I can still do some embroidery work, and in the fields I am also a show-off. The burden of food, clothing and food for this family falls on your shoulders. There is not much oil or water in the dishes, and you can't put any effort into it. I feel worried when I look at it."
Zhou Sheng grabbed Ping'er's hand and said, "Don't worry, I have plenty of strength! It will be fine when the rapeseed oil is ground later. The wheat will be ripe soon, so we can all have enough to eat."
Qing'er nodded, "When the time comes, I'll give you fried cakes to eat. Bingbing and his sisters all love them."
Bingbing listened with open ears outside, a little puzzled.
Are these two couples discussing how to live their lives together? Why haven't you complained yet?
Just as this thought crossed my mind, Ping'er's low cry suddenly came from the room.
Bingbing quickly squinted his eyes and looked in. It turned out that his father had finished washing his feet, and his stepmother poured him foot-washing water. Something happened when he stood up with the basin in his hand. The basin in his hand fell to the ground, and water splashed all over the floor.
"Ping'er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your waist?" Zhou Sheng quickly got up from the stool and helped Ping'er aside.
Ping'er's face looked a little pale, she rubbed her lower back with one hand and gasped.
Outside the window, Bingbing's fingers were tightly grasping the window edge, and his whole body was tense.
What is coming is coming, and you can’t even hide.
Ping'er just shook her head, "It's okay, maybe I was too hasty to get up earlier and my waist flashed."
When Zhou Sheng heard this, he was worried and couldn't help but blame him: "You are such an adult, please get up slowly. You won't need to wash my feet in the future. I'm not an official and I don't need to wait on you."
"In my heart, you are more valuable than Mr. Guan. Mr. Guan doesn't support our family. You do," Ping'er said.
Zhou Sheng smiled heartily, "Haha, I like hearing this. You go and lie down on the bed. I will clean up the floor."
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Bingbing quietly retreated to his room and didn't sleep well all night.
The next day, Yang Ruoqing came over to see Ping'er and found Ping'er lying on the bed.
"Why are you lying on the bed in broad daylight? Is there any discomfort in your body?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Ping'er smiled bitterly and whispered to Yang Ruoqing what happened yesterday.
After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Why don't you ask the doctor to take a look?"
"It's a small thing, no need."
"Why is it such a small thing? Your waist is a vital part. You lie down and I can show you the head office, right?"
Ping'er lay down obediently and let Yang Ruoqing lift up her clothes behind her to check her back.
Although Ping'er is now a peasant woman, her hands have become rough due to years of housework, but her body is still thin and tender, and her smooth and fair skin is suddenly bruised after being hit so hard by a small wooden stick.
Some places are still green with black spots, and it hurts just to look at them.
"Yeah, there's a big bruise. This young man is really strong, so his attack must have been too heavy." Yang Ruoqing was shocked and angry.
Ping'er smiled bitterly: "You can't blame him. He didn't want to hit me. I did it myself."
Fortunately, this hit hit him. If it hit Huahua, Huahua's postpartum body would definitely not be able to bear it.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "You, you really owed these two siblings in your last life, and you are here to pay off your debts in this life. Lie down, and I will give you some medicine for bruises."
"Well, thank you for your help, Qing'er."
"Hey, are you still saying these things to me? Just lie down and let me wash my hands first."
Soon, the medicine dissolved in the water, and a faint musky scent spread throughout the room.
"Qing'er, why do you still carry the medicine for bruises with you?" Ping'er folded her arms and rested them on the pillow, resting her head on her arms and looking sideways at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing took a piece of the melted ointment with her fingers and spread it in her palm. She leaned over and rubbed Ping'er's lower back gently.
Wisps of clarity penetrated into the skin, and the original burning pain was diluted to a great extent.
"The medicine I carry with me is not only for injuries caused by bruises, but also for sores, anti-inflammatory medicine, and some other medicines that are always available."
The gentle movements between the fingers continued, and Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er patiently explained.
"It's not just me, my Tang Yazi is the same, and even my daughter is the same. There's nothing we can do about it. We're used to being beaten and beaten, and we've become sick for a long time!"
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