Ying Xun directly picked up a bamboo stick and wanted to slap them: "If you don't want to eat, get out of here!"
The three of them fled with food that no dog would eat.
Mrs. Wang couldn't eat the spit-stained rice anymore, so she went to the official to ask for the thick rice balls, but was told that they had been distributed.
Ying Sizhu was so angry that he slapped Ying Qiqing hard.
Of course Ying Qiqing refused to accept it and rushed forward, pressing her to the ground and beating her.
During the fight, the food rolled on the floor, and there was no need to eat it now.
Li couldn't pull the two of them away, and angrily ran to Zhao Dali to complain: "Sir, Ning Yue is an exiled prisoner. She actually carries a knife on her body and openly uses it. She doesn't take you seriously at all! Maybe! You still want to plot something evil."
Zhao Dali went to look and saw a hatchet.
Ning Yue: "Master Zhao, I want to cook by myself. I bought a hatchet at the inn to chop wood and kill chickens and fish. Is it reasonable?"
Zhao Dali was very satisfied with today's dinner. He picked his teeth and said, "If you still want to cook in the future, buy all the cooking utensils and prepare kitchen knives when you go shopping tomorrow."
Ning Yue: "Okay."
When leaving, Zhao Dali pushed the dumbfounded Li aside: "You talk nonsense all day long, Ying Xun, you have to take care of this woman."
Ying Xun: "Hey, yes, yes, I will take good care of it."
As he spoke, he stepped forward with a curse, rounded his arms and slapped Ms. Li.
Ms. Li was slapped until stars appeared in her eyes. She had a dark face and dared not speak out in anger.
After eating, Li Dongsheng took Zhen'er back.
Caiyan and the nanny packed up, and Ying Lingzhu wanted to take the bowls to wash and prepare them for use next time.
Since the last time they gave her a piece of meat, Ying Lingzhu and the Wang family have become far apart, and they have been clumsily trying to integrate into their side.
Alas, after all, she is a child who grew up in the hands of her stepmother, and her temperament is still a little timid. Once no one tells her what to do, she is a little at a loss.
Ning Yue stopped: "Throw it away. I will buy bowls tomorrow. These are too heavy."
Ying Lingzhu responded softly and prepared to leave.
Ning Yue said again: "When you were eating chicken legs today, Ying Sizhu stared at you. Are you thinking of giving the chicken legs to her?"
Ying Lingzhu suddenly raised his head, she hadn't handed it over yet, how could her sister-in-law know?
Looking at her reaction, he knew that he had guessed correctly. Ning Yue curled her lips and said: "They have targeted me and slandered me several times. I don't have anything to say if I don't give them food. You are my sister-in-law. As long as you are a good sister, then I will naturally be my sister-in-law, you don’t need to give in to anyone, from now on, you eat your own food and leave them alone."
The ends of Ying Lingzhu's eyes turned red, and it was hard to hold back her tears.
This was the first time someone told her that she didn't need to give in to anyone.
Her elder sister Ying Sizhu had to let her go because she was weak since she was young, and her younger brother Ying Qiqing had to let her go because he was young. But as a younger sister, how could she ever see Ying Sizhu let her go?
She didn't dare to ask for anything she wanted, and she didn't dare to eat whatever she wanted. The leftovers from Li's mother and son were what she could have, and she would have to take the blame for the two of them at any time.
At this moment, she suddenly missed her mother whom she had never met. If her mother were here, would she tell her that you don't need to give in to anyone.
Ning Yue left, leaving her alone to digest her emotions.
Ying Lingzhu ran to the river alone and cried silently for a long time, shedding all the grievances she had suffered over the years.
Ying Xianqing watched from afar, thinking that he, the elder brother, was unqualified after all.
As a legitimate son, although his father doesn't like it, he can always be cared for by his grandmother. Even so, he can't escape the things that can destroy him.
As for my younger sister, her mother died in childbirth. Later, Mrs. Li straightened her up and raised her under her knees.
Her life was countless times more difficult than his.
He used to always think that his sister was ignorant, a thief and a mother, and never listened to his advice and stopped caring about her.
Little did he know that she was also filled with grievances.
It was completely dark, and there was no light except for the bonfires lit by the Ying family and Guan Cha. The mountains in the distance are only dark shadows, like giant beasts lying aside.
People walked all day and gradually fell into sleep.
Ning Yue was arranged by the old lady to sleep next to Ying Xianqing.
It was quiet at night, with only the slight crackling sound of firewood burning and the occasional hoot of owls coming from the mountains.
Ning Yue turned over and wanted to wait until everyone was asleep before going around the space and looking for something delicious.
Suddenly, Ying Xianqing's low voice came from behind: "Thank you."
Ning Yue laughed briefly and turned around.
Ying Xianqing couldn't help but laugh.
It seemed like what she said, he would always only say, thank you in front of her.
She looked at him with bright eyes: "What are you thanking me for this time?"
"I saw Lingzhu crying today and she felt much happier. Although I don't know what you said to her, it seems that she has let go of some of her worries."
Ning Yue raised her eyebrows: "How are you sure that she is crying because she is relieved and not being bullied by me?"
Ying Xianqing was stunned by her question and fell into confusion for a moment.
The two had only been in contact for a few days, but why was he so sure in his heart that Ning Yue did not bully his sister.
He didn't understand where this trust came from.
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered his original intention, that he could not have too much involvement with her.
His heart gradually became cold, and he said dullly: "It's getting late, go to sleep."
Just after saying such a long sentence, Ning Yue's attitude suddenly turned cold again. Ning Yue was a little confused, but she didn't worry too much.
She had quite a lot to think about.
Exile requires walking 50 miles every day, rain or shine, which translates to 25,000 meters or about 40,000 steps per day.
This is equivalent to walking 0.6 marathons a day.
Thinking about it this way, I feel like everyone is not doing well.
In her previous life, she was ordered by her parents to exercise and walk more than 20,000 steps around the community every day. It took a long time to get used to this intensity. Now she has to walk 40,000 steps a day. Her delicate young lady's body would not be possible if she didn't have space for spring water. She really couldn't stand the body protection.
Even if I can hold on, it will still hurt my knees.
Not to mention other prisoners who lack food and water. Especially the frail elderly and children.
If there is another heavy rain, if we delay for a few days, we may be able to catch up with the Red Army's Long March score of more than 70 miles per day.
Thinking of the sages, Ning Yue thought of leggings.
Walking so far every day can easily cause blood to accumulate in the legs, making the legs easily sore and tired, and may also lead to varicose veins.
No, I have to buy some leggings tomorrow.
Ning Yue entered the space to refill her water bag, thinking about these things, and slowly fell asleep.
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The next day, before Zhao Dali was awake, Lin Buguang came over and said he wanted to pee.
It’s a big soak of morning urine, it can’t be wasted.
Zhao Dali was so depressed that he cursed and gave him a steamed bun.
He had been peeing on it for several days. His body odor was not obvious to him, but he couldn't stand the smell of urine all over his body.
Li Desheng moved his nose and got closer to him to smell it a few times.
Zhao Dali became even more depressed and slapped him on the head: "Smell the shit somewhere else!"
