Song Yuanhuanzhi

The next morning, the same two men came in with a bucket of water. Although there was no food, they would not die of thirst if they had water, and they would be full if they were hungry.

It's water, and there's no need for the big guys to fight for it.

Those who were young, who didn't get food yesterday, or who got food and were robbed, all moved over one by one, pouring bowl after bowl of water into their mouths.

Qingqing didn't feel very hungry after eating rice bran cakes last night, but she was extremely thirsty without drinking water.Seeing that today's water was not as fierce as yesterday, she quickly picked up the two bowls next to her, filled two bowls of water, drank one bowl herself, and left the rest for Song Yi.

Song Yi is still asleep, probably because she hurt her vitality yesterday, and she still hasn't woken up yet.

Beside Song Yi, Qingqing sat beside her in the posture of a guardian, with her right hand tightly grasping Song Yi's clothes without letting go.

Time passed slowly, and it was time to deliver food again.

Song Yi has been awake for quite a while, and he drank a large bowl of water. At this moment, he is closing his eyes and recuperating, recharging his energy.

The pain in his chest made him gasp incessantly, and even breathing would throb.

Qingqing's eyes overflowed with worry, and he gently helped wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

A, B and C looked at Song Yi as if he was about to die, and B said with some fear: "He won't die, right? I just punched him like that, how could I beat him like this?"

A said: "Maybe he is too fragile to be beaten."

B nodded in agreement, "He couldn't be pretending, could he?"

C, who kept silent all the time, said: "I think it seems real, whoever pretends to be sick can keep sweating?"

Jia Yi looked at Song Yi, her hair was wet.

Indeed, this appearance cannot be pretended.

A, B, and C looked at each other, and then stopped talking in silence.

They were just trying not to starve to death, and they could only blame him for being too weak.

The sound of the outside door being unlocked came in, and the children in the room sat up straight instantly. Even Song Yi, who had her eyes closed, opened them, and sat up with Qingqing's support, holding her chest and enduring the pain.

This time must be to deliver meals, they have to be prepared, and they must rush over to get the food as soon as possible.

The food is still the same as yesterday, no more, no less.

The moment the door was closed, the children who had already stood up rushed forward to grab food together. Song Yi endured the pain and joined in. This time his speed slowed down, and he tried hard to get in. Arrived with a pie.

Song Yi dragged her injured body back to her position, at this moment Qingqing was still missing, but after a while, she also came back, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand, she was not greedy, she only scooped up a bowl.

Qingqing handed it to Song Yi and said, "Brother, eat."

Song Yi divided the cake into two and handed it over, "Half for each person, eat quickly."

Qingqing saw that A, B and C started grabbing food again, nodded and quickly took it and stuffed it into her mouth.

Song Yi also gulped down half a bowl of porridge, which smelled moldy, but it was better than wild vegetables. Moldy or not was not in his consideration, as long as he was not hungry.

The remaining half bowl of Song Yi was handed back to Qingqing, Qingqing quickly took a sip of the rice soup to clear her throat, the rice bran cake was too choking.

Song Yi leaned against the wall, bit off the rice bran cake, moistened it with saliva, chewed and swallowed it slowly.

Compared with the astringent taste of wild vegetables, he felt that the rice bran cake was also a rare delicacy.

A, B, and C didn't bother Song Yi and Qingqing anymore, after all, they were only eight or nine years old, and they weren't so cruel.

Another night was spent in a daze, and the next day, Song Yi was woken up by a loud noise.

At this time the door has been opened.

A plump, heavily made-up aunt was standing in the room holding a fan.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and she said: "Master Wang, what the slave family wants is a woman, not a baby, should the slave family take them back to raise when they are three or four years old?"

The man called Lord Wang by the woman came in, pointed at the children who were huddled together, and said in a loud voice: "Mother Yao, I heard that you are planning to start a new business recently, and there are many interesting things in it." Boy, are you trying to deliberately lower my price?!"

Mother Yao blocked the fan, and the voice came from behind the fan, "Master Wang, you're right, there's nothing left to say! How can I buy it in advance?"

Wang Ye sat on the stool brought over by his hand, raised Erlang's legs, twitched his feet, and said, "You guys are not allowed to train one or two in advance? Mother Yao, don't try to fool me. If you want it, you don't want it. I asked Mama Li to come over."

Mother Yao's face froze. Mother Li is her opponent. How can she let the other party get a good product? Mother Yao put away her emotions and said with a smile: "Mr. ?”

Lord Wang just smiled and said nothing,

Mother Yao sighed inwardly, she couldn't take advantage of it today, she smiled and said, "Then let me take a good look."

With a wave of Wang Ye's hand, the two people who delivered the food beat the ground with whips in their hands: "Everyone stand up and line up!"

The children were so frightened that they all crowded in the middle, and those who couldn't line up had to be whipped twice.

Seeing this, Qingqing quickly helped Song Yi up and stood aside.

Mother Yao looked over row by row. During the process of looking, she noticed Qingqing. Qingqing was well dressed. Although her face was a bit dirty, she could see that she was fair-skinned and her outline was not bad. She pointed at her with a fan. Pointing to Qingqing, said: "She counts as one."

Qingqing looked at Yao's mother in confusion, and when she was about to be pulled away by a man, she hugged Song Yi tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't want to, I don't want to leave my brother."

Mother Yao walked up to Qingqing, looked at Qingqing and said, "Who is this person to you?"

Qingqing said with teary eyes: "Brother."

Yao's mother looked at Song Yi, her hair was yellow, and she was so hungry that she couldn't see her face, so she couldn't see that she was a real sibling.

But Yao's mother has read countless people, so she naturally judges people. She looked at Song Yi carefully for a moment when she saw that Qingqing was dead and didn't let go. A treasure, she restrained her joy, pointed to Song Yi calmly and said, "He also took it away."

Master Wang waved his hand, and his subordinates obediently dragged the two of them aside and stood there. Master Wang sneered and said, "When will Mother Yao soften her heart?"

Yao's mother turned her eyes enchantingly, and said, "This is not soft-hearted, this is just to make money."

Master Wang didn't understand the meaning of the words, so he shrugged. He didn't care, as long as the money could go into his pocket, he didn't care who the other party chose.

Mother Yao then picked a few more people, adding up to more than a dozen people.

Lord Wang settled the accounts, "One tael per person, 13 taels in total."

Yao's mother glanced at Song Yi and said, "This baby can't be counted as a tael of silver."

Lord Wang looked over and saw Song Yi's faults, and said, "You chose the person yourself."

Yao's mother said: "Look at him, he looks like he is about to die. I have to find someone to treat him when I go back later. I have already been paid by my family before I earned any money. He is not worth a tael of silver."

Wang Ye looked at Song Yi, he could get some of the child back if he sold it to Mother Yao, but if he kept it, he might not get a penny back, Wang Ye nodded: "Eight hundred."

Yao's mother raised her eyebrows, waving a fan in her hand, and counter-offered: "Five hundred Wen, I won't counter-offer much."

Wang Ye was too lazy to talk to Yao's mother, and waved his hand impatiently, "It's only five hundred Wen."