The rebirth of the poisonous concubine is charming and sweet

Chapter 1389
This Aunt Li is the oldest in this group of people, and she is not the concubine of any bandit.

The man of her family was a bandit with Wang Mazi in the early years. Later, something happened and he was arrested by the government. Her man also stubbornly shouldered all the responsibilities by himself, without saying anything, and was beheaded by the vegetable market.

He died, leaving Aunt Li alone.

These bandits are also loyal, and they have brought Aunt Li with them since then, and Aunt Li will eat whatever they eat.

Aunt Li was ten years older than them, so Wang Mazi and the others regarded her as the eldest sister. Anyway, it wasn't worth taking care of her on weekdays, but she was not short of a mouthful of food and drink.

Aunt Li would help out with washing and cooking. She was usually dull, doing things and talking less.

Seeing Liu Mianmian open her mouth at this moment, Aunt Li looked her up and down, and said sullenly, "Forget it!"

It seems that you are not working.

Liu Mianmian smiled timidly: "I'm not used to sitting on the table, I've never sat with so many men before. I'm afraid I can't lift this washbasin, but I can't handle this basket of steamed buns." Can afford it!"

No, this washbasin is much stronger than Liu Mianmian's body.

Aunt Li had to hold the washbasin with two hands, and hooked the handle of the basket with her right hand. Although it was not heavy, it was indeed difficult to control.

She nodded: "Okay then!"

She put down the basket of steamed buns.

Liu Mianmian stepped forward to take it, her arm sank suddenly.

It's just more than 50 steamed buns and a basket, and she struggles to carry it...

What a shame.

Aunt Li turned her head to look at her, Liu Mianmian hurriedly lifted the basket a little higher, and smiled flatteringly: "I can, but I didn't expect this steamed bun to be so heavy!"

"This is a steamed bun made of coarse flour!" Aunt Li replied in a muffled voice, "It is naturally heavier than a steamed bun made of white flour!"

you do not say.

This steamed bun is black and looks hard.

Liu Mianmian was inconvenient to express any opinions, nor was it inconvenient to ask more questions, so she just followed Aunt Li with a basket.

Aunt Li lived on the mountain all year round. Even in her 40s, she still walked like flying. Liu Mianmian was out of breath after following for a short distance.

The voices behind him were getting farther and farther away, and the road was much narrower than before.

Because the boiling human voice was far away, the ears were much quieter, and Liu Mianmian's heavy breathing became obvious.

Aunt Li glanced at her and slowed down her pace.

Liu Mianmian was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, I can keep up!"

Aunt Li's voice seemed to be naturally hoarse, and her voice was muffled all the time: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry!"

"Usually they don't order at all when they eat."

"If there is a surplus, I will send it!"

Liu Mianmian saw that she didn't look like she was going to avoid it, and asked, "How long have these children been locked up, are they all right?"

"He's not dead anyway!" Aunt Li said in a lower voice, "But it's not much better!"

She seemed a little impatient.

But now that the enemy is unknown, Liu Mianmian didn't dare to ask more questions, but just followed behind her silently.

Aunt Li muttered, "Why are you embarrassing the child!"

As they spoke, there was no road ahead, and there was a dark mountain facing them.

While Liu Mianmian was in shock, she saw Aunt Li put down the washbasin and stretched out her hand to forcefully push away a big rock. Soon, a narrow crack was exposed.

Aunt Li walked in front with a washbasin, and Liu Mianmian followed behind with a basket.

There was no light in the corridor, Aunt Li obviously came here often, like walking on flat ground, while Liu Mianmian cautiously touched the wall and followed step by step.

Counting silently in her heart, she descended a total of thirty steps, and saw a faint light ahead.

The ground became flat underfoot.

Turning around a corner and going forward, I saw the group of children and old people locked in the cell.

The cell borrowed the topography of the cave, with cave walls on three sides, and the remaining side was made of arm-thick wood as a fence, with a big iron lock on it.

This kind of dungeon is really simple, if it were replaced by Liu Xinghe, I'm afraid it could be destroyed with a little movement, but it's full of old people and children, and they haven't had a good meal in the past few days, so it's fate to survive Well, let alone trying to get out.

Seeing Aunt Li, the children's eyes lit up, and they stretched out their dirty little hands: "Eat, I want to eat!"

This dungeon is so big, eating, drinking, and scattering have to be done here, one can imagine how weird the taste is.

Pity these children are all yellow and muscular. The older ones are better. There is one youngest, who is probably the child of Widow Zhang. Going up is like dying.

Fortunately, the current season is not too cold, these children gather together at night to keep warm, and they will not freeze to death.

Aunt Li put the steamed buns and vegetables beside the cage.

The children stretched out their dirty hands to grab it, and stuffed it into their mouths directly, choking their eyes white and ignoring it.

The vegetables in the washbasin were still hot, so they didn't care, so they stretched their hands in to grab them.

It was so hot that it screamed, but still refused to let go.

This appearance is really too pitiful.

Liu Mianmian's eyes were red, but she didn't dare to let Aunt Li see the clue. After she calmed down, she said, "Why don't you give them bowls and chopsticks?"

"There are not so many bowls and chopsticks in the stockade, and the bowls and chopsticks have to be washed every day. Who cares about washing them!"

The children who squeezed in front had almost grabbed it, Aunt Li glared: "Go to the side, and the rest will be given to those behind who haven't eaten!"

Although the half-grown children were not full yet, they did not dare to disobey Aunt Li's wishes, and stepped aside one after another, while the children behind came up.

Liu Mianmian couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward to take a steamed bun, and handed it to the youngest child, "Eat it!"

If you don't eat it again, I'm afraid there won't be any leftovers for him!
The child raised his head, his eyes were watery, and his whole face was crimson.

This situation...

Liu Mianmian reached out to touch his forehead, and sure enough he had a fever.

"Tiger baby, tiger baby..."

Liu Mianmian yelled several times before Huwa's eyes cleared up. He squeezed the steamed bun in his hand and bit it down.

It's a pity that he didn't have much strength due to the high fever, and this bite only made a small gap.

But even so, he still gnawed slowly and persistently.

Liu Mianmian's eyes were red, she swallowed her saliva forcefully, and turned to look at Aunt Li: "He has a bad fever, do you want to find a doctor to show him?"

Aunt Li shook her head: "Where can I find a doctor? It is impossible for the boss to treat these children. What if it gets out?"

Doctors are also a rarity in the countryside, and there may only be one of them in a few villages.

When country people get sick, they carry it on their own
, If you can't carry it to death, it's your life!

Liu Mianmian said urgently: "I see him burned like this, if he doesn't care about it, he might be burned like a fool!"

Aunt Li stared at her deeply: "Then you go and beg the boss, or do you think of a way to rescue him?"

(End of this chapter)