Luo Jinan saw the blood in front of her eyes full of bright red, a patch of red, and piles of corpses.

All this made his eyes hurt.

...

scene changes

It was in the village. Because the injury was not good, Luo Jinan only caught two pheasants in the back mountain.

The girl swung the whip down.

"Crack!" A sound hit him.

Perhaps feeling uneasy with the whip, the girl waved several times in a row, and only let go when she was tired.

"Waste, did you only catch two pheasants? I thought you said you could catch something good by hunting."

"I warn you, don't think that if we buy you back, you are no longer a slave. You are still my slave. You can only do what I tell you to do."

"Luo Jin'an, you are not allowed to eat tonight."

"Luo Jin'an, there are so many scars on your body anyway, it won't matter if I hit you a few times."

"Luo Jin'an, don't forget, I bought you with money, you want to make money for me, don't sleep, go hunting on the back mountain."

...

Luo Jinan fell asleep, and her ears were filled with the domineering voice of a young girl.

He may feel pain in his body, or he may be numb.

I don't know how long it took before Luo Jinan woke up.

When he woke up, it was very bright, and the sunlight outside came in through the window lattice.

Luo Jinan felt a trance.

He hadn't slept for so long in a long time.

He should have gotten up early to cook, or Su Binglan would have been unhappy.

But when he got up and went to the ground, he saw a few words written on the stove.

It seems that Su Binglan wrote it with black charcoal.

[Breakfast is in the pot, you remember to eat it. ]

The handwriting on the stove is neat and beautiful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it looks very good.

But Luo Jinan remembered that Su Binglan was not very literate.

He was full of doubts. When he opened the lid of the pot, he saw two wrapped cakes in the pot.

As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma was released.

Luo Jinan looked at the cake in front of her, and a dull light flashed in her eyes.

"Did you make breakfast?"

From Luo Jin'an's point of view, it seems that everything has changed.

But has she really changed?

Or……

...

After Su Binglan made breakfast, she put the breakfast in the pot and saw Luo Jinan falling asleep, but she was not willing to wake him up.

She knew that he had never had a good night's sleep because his predecessor had been tossing him.

Just let him get a good night's sleep.

She took a black wooden stick and wrote a line on the stove, he should be able to see it.

Su Binglan walked to town with her mother Shen Qiuhua early in the morning.

She plans to sell the rouge gouache and some clothes.

In order to save money, the two of them did not take the ox cart, but started walking after breakfast.

If you walk, it takes more than an hour to get to the town.

At this time, there were more people in the town.

The town here is close to the wharf, and there is a lot of traffic. The nearby villagers bring some things to the town to sell and it is easy to sell them.

Shen Qiuhua asked cautiously, "Lan Lan, do you really want to sell all these things you like?"

"Mother, I suddenly don't like these things. You don't have to worry. When I make money in the future, I can buy good clothes for my mother."

Su Binglan looked at the patched clothes on Shen Qiuhua's body and felt her pierced eyes sore.

It would remind her of something from her previous life.

Shen Qiuhua said happily: "You are very happy to have this kind of mother. Mother can't bear to tire you, and she can still work and make money."

Su Binglan cherishes the affection she has now.

She comforted Shen Qiuhua a few words, and then went straight to the pawnshop with her things.

She sold everything for more than 300 copper coins.

Su Binglan has a supernatural power space, she plans to buy some more seeds, plant them in the space, they will grow fast.

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