That scoundrel Jing Dachun couldn't bear Shen Sanshiba's questions at all, so he peed his pants as fast as he could. Shen Sanshiba "locked" the person back.
"Sir, he has confessed that Hang Zijing was indeed kidnapped by him. That day, while Hang Zijing was playing alone in front of the house, he lost the bet and was forced to pay. He happened to see Hang Zijing. Ziqing suddenly felt malicious. He covered Hang Ziqing's mouth, hugged the person and ran out of the village. He ran along the mountain path to the city in one breath, and sold it to Yahang. "
After Shen Sanshiba finished speaking, he gave Jing Dachun a few more hard kicks.
As soon as Di Yingze gathered the herbs, he shouted to the dark clouds and hurried back to the city.
In the city, news from the guards was reported one after another.
…
And Jinzhou, Shanghe County, Lejia Village, and the creek at the head of the village.
A little girl over five years old was struggling to walk back with a wooden basin filled with wet clothes.
Her hair was messy, her face was streaked with bruises, and her clothes were shabby and had holes everywhere. On the two small hands and arms, apart from being soaked and turning white, there were various scars of varying severity.
Some wounds were still oozing blood.
Seeing the wound that was bleeding rapidly due to exertion, the little man sighed greatly.
Put down the wooden basin, return to the stream, and soak the bleeding wound in the stream.
Seeing the traces of bright red spreading with the flow of the stream, the little girl was in a trance.
It wasn't until a small fish came to peck her hand that she came to her senses. She took her hand out of the stream, went to the weeds by the river, found an herb that could stop bleeding, put it in her mouth and chewed it. , and then apply it to the wound.
He looked up at the sky and sighed again.
He tugged hard on his sleeves, which were much shorter, then went back, picked up the tub and headed home.
If you can't carry it anymore, just drag it.
If you can't drag it anymore, you can use your two legs to squeeze and move.
The thin and small figure was cast into a long shadow on the ground by the evening sun.
She really tried her best.
But when she arrived at the door of her house, she was grabbed by the ears by a pregnant woman, and yelled: "You are a lazy fool who only knows how to eat. You are a lowly child that no one wants. I shouldn't have you in my family." , look at such a lazy and ugly look, I will have to pay for your dowry in the future, without even looking at whether you are worthy or not.
Get out, get in there and light the fire. What time is it? Do you want to starve me to death? If something goes wrong with the baby in my belly, I'll see if I can beat you to death! "
Cursing, he kicked the little girl again and kicked her into the kitchen.
At this time, an old woman came out of the main room.
One of the old woman's legs was obviously not in good condition. She was leaning on a cane and had a rather round figure. She was swaying a little as she stood there and said, "Xiu'er, you are a healthy person now. Don't be like that kid." You bitch cares about it, lest the fetus moves and hurts your body.
By the way, has Guangzhong come back? When you get back, let him come out to dry the clothes, so you don't get cold again. "
Xiu'er, that is, the young woman in her twenties who had just beaten and scolded the little girl, heard her mother-in-law say this, and responded with a sweet smile: "Yes, my daughter-in-law will not follow that money-losing thing. angry.
Mom, I’m going to call Guangzhong right now. He said he was tired at noon today, so he fell asleep when he came back and hasn't woken up yet. Could you please help me see if the chicken soup simmering in the kitchen is ready? If it's ready, you can drink it first and leave a sip for your daughter-in-law. "
"Okay, okay, mommy is all left to you. You are the one who will give birth to the eldest grandson for my Le family. Eat more and eat better."
The old woman smiled and said with a kind face, and then limped into the kitchen house on crutches.
When I went in, I didn't look at the soup first, but I saw the little girl whose face was darkened by fireworks, and all her good mood suddenly disappeared.
He furrowed his bald eyebrows in disgust, picked up the cane, and hit him with a club without thinking. He was still yelling and cursing.
"It's been so long, and you still can't even light a fire. What's the use of you? You're really wasting money and food! Light the fire quickly, or you'll be careful about your skin!"
Outside the kitchen house, Xiu'er heard the sound of her mother-in-law scolding the little girl, so she responded by saying, "Mom, will you sell that bitch someday? We have to get our roots back, right?"
"Not for sale!"
The old woman refused and said: "With her here, at least I can do something for the family. Otherwise, when you give birth to a child, there will be no one to take care of you, and the care will not be meticulous enough for you."
This girl only gave her a bowl of porridge one day, which didn't use much food. When your son is older, he will be able to do a lot of work for the family. You can also save some money, right?
When I can send her out, I can exchange for some more money for the bride price. Do you have to be able to settle this account? "
Xiu'er heard the same thing, so she agreed with a sweet smile, then turned around and went into the house to call her husband.
The old woman in the kitchen room, after looking at the chicken soup and carefully tasting the saltiness, turned her head and saw the very hungry eyes of the little girl looking over.
Very hungry, very longing eyes.
The old woman casually hit the little girl on the head with a spoonful of it. On the other hand, he started cursing again.
It was as if the chicken soup would go bad if the little girl took one more look at it.
Facing the fallen spoon, the little girl did not dare to hide. She only dared to tighten her neck and bite her lower lip tightly, holding back the tears from falling and the familiar yet unfamiliar pain that struck her over and over again. .
She picked up a piece of firewood and stretched it and her little arm towards the stove.
I kept telling myself over and over in my heart: Hold on, hold on and live. Only by surviving can it be possible.
As for why she thought so, she didn't know.
She only knew that there was a voice that kept telling her: don't give up, you must live.
but……
A stream of blood flowed down her forehead, and she could feel the familiar, warm feeling.
The hand holding the firewood can also feel the temperature of the flame.
So warm, so warm, what does it look like?
Is 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 just once, and then you won't have to endure the pain again, right?
At this time, seeing the old woman who had beaten someone's head to the point of bleeding, she was cursing and saying that the little girl was not strong and was not living up to her expectations. She turned around and walked out, preparing to clear the table for dinner.
He didn't notice that the little girl's hand was still in the stove and had not been taken out.
He didn't even notice that the fire in the stove started to roar with a "chila" sound.
The tongue of fire was swallowing, and it was about to follow the firewood and burn towards the little girl's arm.
