The second generation of immortals fled famine in ancient times and engaged in infrastructure constr

Chapter 70 The Past ([-])

It was a woman who spoke, her voice was a little hoarse because she was old or she hadn't spoken for a long time, and the mixed emotions in her tone were very contradictory, including anger, resentment, hatred, and inexplicable sympathy.

It is not only sympathy for others, but also sympathy for yourself.

Ishiya responded to the woman's unquestionable question with silence, as if performing a one-man show, spreading a deathly silence.

But Wen Yu was able to perceive the entire illusion. There were actually two people in the room, one big and one small, and they were the young Ah Tang and her mother.

"Why are you a girl?"

The woman murmured and said it again, this time more to herself, with deep self-loathing, as if it was a shame for her to have a girl.

There was a sound of beating, beating, and it sounded like someone was being grabbed by the hair, silently bearing and venting another person's grievances.

A long silence followed.

"Bitch."

The woman regained her strength, deeply regretting what she had just done, she hurriedly hugged him into her arms, and comforted him with sobs, "It's your mother who is wrong, mother should not hit you, mother is the one who is guilty, she shouldn't bring you You came into this world."

The woman whimpered, and the stone wall made of piecemeal moved stones swallowed and chewed most of her weeping, only a few faint choked sobs came out.

At this time, Ah Tang, who was still called Jianya, was held in her mother's arms, her tense body was still not relaxed, and her bruised and purple scars were even more painful in the embrace that she thought was comforting.

She lowered her eyelashes lightly, the extra thick and slender eyelashes blocked the emotions in it, stretched out an arm and patted her mother's back lightly.

The woman's crying continued, and she couldn't tell who was comforting whom, and who was seeking peace of mind.

"never mind."

Ah Tang's voice was even rougher, and the heavy scrub scared the woman in front of her. Hearing her daughter's answer, she sobbed and put away her tears, helped her daughter to stand up, and squeezed the corner of her clothes in guilt , I didn't know what to say for a while, so I had to use other things to share my energy.

"I, I'm going to cook, bitch, drink some water and eat later."

Seeing Mother's figure entering the yard, Ah Tang tugged at the corners of her bruised mouth, remembering that when Father was still alive, Mother was not like this.

There are three members of their family. Although the mother only gave birth to her one child, both of them love her very much. They named her Jianya after hearing the saying from the elders in the village that "a humble name is easy to support". I hope she can live a long life. For a long time.

There are several acres of land in the family, even if they are not rich, my father will bring a few candies when he goes out to work occasionally, so that she can satisfy her hunger.

At that time, they didn't live in this dilapidated stone house, and the yard was often filled with laughter and laughter. Father liked to lift her up high, and then tied her with a stiff beard to make her giggle.

One of the words he said most often was, "My daughter is so nice."

Later, there was a flood and then a severe drought. The elders took the opportunity to drive up grain prices and buy land at a low price. Some people sued the county to no avail. They had already colluded with officials and businessmen.

The harvest is not good, and the only way to survive is to sell the land. Ah Tang stared at the scratched back of his hand, but what appeared in his eyes was the day when his father gritted his teeth and sold the land deed passed down from his ancestors to the biggest landowner in the town. An uncomfortable and forbearing look.

The income from selling the fields can only last for a while, and soon the family ran out of food, and the wild vegetables, bark, and even tree roots for several miles were swept away by the villagers and passers-by fleeing famine.

Dad had to go to the town to work hard and do the most dangerous work in order to barely get the ration for one person.

Every time Dad would act as if he was full, patting his stomach to let Ah Tang and mother eat more, he could eat at the foreman's house.

Not having enough to eat, weak in body, dizzy and dizzy, Dad still had an accident.

That day, Ah Tang was sitting at the door, waiting until it was dark, and before she could wait, she would come to her with a smile from a distance, then picked her up, raised her above her head, and shouted "Fly, fly, fly" .

Dad is dead.

The life of the mother and daughter was even more difficult.

No one will hire women, because there are cheaper and stronger workers.

"Hey, why does Mo Niang eat these things? Fortunately, I came and brought food for you."

A man who sounded very greasy pushed the door in, weighed a small bag of food in his hand, and looked at the woman who was cooking in the yard.

Ah Tang frowned subconsciously in disgust when he heard the voice of the person coming, and closed his eyes in pain as he thought of what would happen next, holding a sharp iron bar in his hand.

My father is dead, but my mother is pretty.

"Mo Niang, don't frown, I like the way you smile the most."

The man flirtatiously reached out and touched the face that he had been thinking about for many years. Although he had obtained it now, he was still fascinated by years of not being able to ask for it.

The woman leaned back, trying to avoid the man's hand. When she met the man's confident gaze, her avoidance froze, and she chose to bear the disgusting gaze.

"That's good, you still have a daughter, why haven't you seen her?"

Hearing the man mentioning Ah Tang, the woman panicked for a moment, then shook her head firmly, "If you dare to touch my daughter, I will bite off a piece of your flesh even if I die."

After listening to countless answers, the man was already impatient, "You can continue to be stubborn. I saw that there was nothing to eat when I saw it. Can you hold on."

After finishing speaking, the man let go of the food in his hand, and with the sound of "bang", there was also a secret exclamation from the woman, thinking of something, even that exclamation was swallowed back.

An empty room on the westernmost side was violently kicked open, a man carried a woman into the room, and an extremely suppressed female voice wafted into the air, talking nonsense to the man with foul language.

Through the unsealed door of the main house, perhaps the spliced ​​wooden boards can be called the door, Ah Tang's hand holding the sharp weapon was tightly squeezed, his teeth bit his lower lip tightly, and there was a roar in his head, a kind of Thoughts called anger, called shattering, flooded the mind.

She wanted to rush out and plunge this carefully sharpened iron bar into the man's heart. Seeing the blood gushing out, the warm liquid with a rusty taste splashed on her face, and looking at the begging faces of the upper and lower women in a trance, Ah Tang again I remembered what A Niang had told me again and again.

"If you dare to do this, I will not have your daughter."

Mother thought she didn't hear what the man said when he stepped into the small courtyard for the first time after Daddy Sugar died, but she was already awake at that time.

"If you don't want to, I have plenty of opportunities to capture your daughter and let her go through this for you."

"You don't suffer, isn't your family short of food? I can give you food."

"It turns out that Mo Niang, you are not a chaste and strong woman. Why did you refuse me to go with that poor boy, but in the end you still lie obediently under me, hahahaha."

His teeth bit his lower lip, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth. The roar in his ears receded like a tide, and the vulgar words of the men in the yard were infinitely amplified.

It makes people's brains hurt.

How can I make him shut up.

If only he could never speak.

Ah Tang clenched the sharp weapon in her palm, dragging her body that felt pain every step of the way, her eyes were calm beyond her age.

　Our slogan: Comment! !Want votes! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)