The refugee woman followed Yaya and a group of children, looking at Beiba Village as they walked.
A very ordinary village.
She also came to this conclusion in her mind.
At this time, it was getting dark, and the refugee women had all returned home.
Tiezhu was very efficient in his work. He had built several thatched houses in less than two days before.
Let those refugee women and children also have their own homes.
And according to Li Qian's wishes, a large straw shed was built to facilitate making chalk.
Although it is a bit crude, fortunately, making chalk does not require a too strict environment. It can be made even in the open air, and a shed is built to protect it from wind and rain.
The children sent the refugee woman to Li Qian's door and all went back.
"This is my home!" Yaya proudly pointed to the door of her home and said.
The woman only glanced at him and said nothing.
After all, this home looks too ordinary. How is it any different from the homes of other villagers? It even looks a bit shabby.
"Dad, there is a refugee sister who lives here, and I brought her back."
Yaya shouted directly before entering the door.
Although the woman's face was dirty and her age could not be discerned, she could still tell from her voice that she was a big sister.
As Yaya came into the room, the woman's eyes became even duller.
The home is very ordinary, there really is nothing special about it.
She saw a woman moving some white things in the house. She didn't know what they were, one by one. Could it be chalk.
This woman should also be Mr. Li's wife.
"Where did you come from? Why are you alone?" Mrs. Zhang asked, patting the white dust on her hands.
The woman lowered her head and said, "I come from the northwest. There was a fierce war there. I couldn't stay in my hometown anymore, so I ran away. I had no father or mother since I was a child. My two brothers raised me up." , it’s a pity that they all encountered accidents.”
Mrs. Zhang sighed, "They are all miserable people."
The northwest side of Dacheng Dynasty has always been at war. Even she knew that, so she sympathized with the people there.
Of course, she definitely didn't have this intention before, but since working with Li Qian, dealing with those homeless women and children all day long, her temperament has also changed a lot.
"Madam, I don't ask for anything else. I just want to give me a mouthful of food, and I can work. I can do any kind of work." The woman raised her head and said, her eyes full of begging.
"Madam?" Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You admit your mistake, I am not Mr. Li's wife, she is."
At this time, Yun Niang came out with a bowl of hot rice.
He smiled and said, "What's wrong with a lady? How can country people be so particular about it? Girl, eat while it's hot. You must be hungry after walking so long. The head of my house has something to do and will be back soon." .”
The woman was also stunned for a moment. This is the madam. Could it be that the one just now was a concubine.
In this era, it was normal for men to have concubines, so she didn't take it seriously.
But when Mrs. Zhang saw her appearance, she was afraid that she would misunderstand her, so she quickly said, "Girl, Mr. Li only has Yun Niang in his eyes. I am just a servant of his family."
Mrs. Zhang didn't know how to explain her identity. Anyway, her original idea was to be a servant of the Li family, so this title was quite appropriate.
"Sister Xiutao, why don't you serve others? I'm very grateful that you can come to our house to help us. How can you treat yourself as a subordinate?" Yun Niang glanced at Mrs. Zhang complainingly.
"Okay, Yun Niang, you don't need to tell me. You know my identity yourself." Mrs. Zhang waved her hands repeatedly.
