Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 3 Living with Pigs
Seeing this situation, the adoptive father finally couldn't bear to say to the adoptive mother: "Okay, I bought it for 2000 yuan, don't let you break it again! If you lose money, don't panic."

On the first day when I came to this house, apart from being punched and kicked, I didn't eat a bite of food, and I didn't even drink my saliva.

In the words of the adoptive mother, if you have the strength to cry, you can eat whatever you want!

In the evening, my adoptive mother led me to a utility room, pointed to a broken mattress on the floor, and said that I would sleep here from now on.

After finishing speaking, he gave me a disgusted look, and scolded me as a mourner, and I will only cry when I spend so much money to buy it!
After my adoptive mother slammed the door and left, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and I sat huddled on the broken mattress. Because the weather in late autumn was relatively cold, it took me a lot of effort to wrap the mattress around my body.

Just like that, I curled up in a corner and fell asleep with fear, sadness, grievance and injuries all over my body.

The next morning, I was woken up by my adoptive mother kicking me. Amidst her scolding, I quickly got out of the mattress and obediently followed her out of the utility room.

The adoptive mother said, the family is poor, and after spending so much money to buy you back, you can't raise a poor man!From now on, all the work in this house belongs to you!

That is to say, from this day on, washing and cooking, chopping wood and boiling water, raising chickens and feeding pigs are all my jobs.

After all, a six-year-old child is still too young, and he has never done this before, so he can't do it well at first. Whenever I make a mistake, my adoptive mother will reach out, pinch my arm, twist it hard, and scold me. It's money-losing goods.

Every time my adoptive mother beats me, she doesn't allow me to cry. If I can't help crying, she will beat me harder, so after I understand this, I hold back every time I get beaten, even if I put my lips I bit it, and I forced myself not to cry.

Feeding pigs is also a physical labor. It is necessary to put the reconciled pig food into a bucket, and then walk to the pigsty with the poke to put the pig food into the trough.

After all, I am weak, and it is very difficult to carry such a heavy bucket. Before I reached the pigsty, He Dong ran over from there, holding a handful of mud in his hand, and threw it in my face. come over.

The moment the mud hit my face, I subconsciously raised my hand to block it, but I stumbled and fell hard.Immediately afterwards, the bucket I was carrying fell down, and pig food spilled all over me.

"Ah——" I yelled and fell to the ground. I felt a burning pain in my palms while supporting the ground with my hands. My face was covered with mud and pig food from head to toe. I was in a terrible mess.

"Damn girl, you can't do such a little job, what else can you do! You only know how to eat, you know how to eat! You can't do work!" The adoptive mother picked up the firewood stick standing beside me, and pointed it at me. It was a fierce beating on the body.

"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, please don't hit me..." I covered my head with my hands, shrunk to the ground, and kept begging.

My cries were mixed with He Dong's laughter and my adoptive mother's abuse, making me seem so weak and helpless.Finally, the adoptive mother was tired from beating and scolding enough, pointed a firewood stick at my nose and said angrily: "Useless things, from today onwards, you will go to live in the pigsty for my old lady, and the pigs will eat it." What do you eat, don't let me out if you are not hungry to death!"

After finishing speaking, I didn't forget to kick me hard on the body, and then I walked away angrily.

I was lying on the ground, my body was in so much pain that I couldn’t get up for a long time. At this time, He Dong walked up to me with a smirk on his lips, pulled my braid and said, “I hit you, why are you hiding? Hide." After saying that, he left cheerfully.

I raised my head, stared at that happy figure, and thought angrily, if it wasn't for him, how could I have been beaten!
From that day on, I moved to the pigsty, as my adoptive mother said, I will eat whatever the pigs eat.

(End of this chapter)