"Sleep, you know sleep! You can't sleep without the pigs, don't get out of here and work!"
Mo huddled in a pile of straw, frozen all night he had just slept past, suddenly snapped, a whip whipped hard on his body.
"It hurts, it hurts --"
The fiery pain made me awake in an instant, and I saw a broad and fat woman, holding a thick whip with a thick wrist, standing in front of him with a fierce face.
Mo idle stood up from the grass, rubbing his just-beaten arm, and grinning at the woman's teeth.
"Don't go soon!"
The woman waved the whip and posed again.
"Sister-in-law... Give me something to eat first, I haven't had enough to eat in days, I really don't have the strength... "Don't be surprised, hurriedly dodged.
"And eat, how many days have you been digging for that land in Antler Po?" I tell you, if you can't finish digging today, spend the night there! And eat, don't even think about it... ...!" The woman scolded with one hand and one finger at a time.
Then he grabbed the hoe against the wall of the yard and threw it at Mole.
"Get out of here with the hoe!"
"I'm upset to see you as a loser, but if I hadn't seen you do some work, I would have kicked you out and died." The woman looked at Mo leisure with disgust, and there was another burst of gunfire against Mo leisure.
"Mom, the steamed bread is steamed, the little flower and I are hungry!" At this time, an eight- or nine-year-old child wrapped in a thick padded jacket and holding a small flower dog appeared in the doorway of the hall.
When she saw the child, the woman immediately smiled on her face and said, "Okay, okay, cloud son, wait, my mother will get it for you right away!"
Say again fiercely stared at Mo leisurely, trotted into the kitchen, brought out a plate of hot steamed bread.
"Come on, little cloud, eat slowly inside! There's still hot porridge in the kitchen, and I'll bring it to you. You will be a person who wants to repair the immortals in the future, and you will have to feed your body well, otherwise the immortals will not look down on you. ..."
"I know, Niang, the little flower is also very hungry, I can give it some to eat." Mo Yun smiled and looked at the puppy in his arms.
"You can, as long as you don't give that useless uncle to eat!"
The woman said, looked at her in the direction of leisure, and cried, "What are you doing? It's not too fast to roll."
"Yes, sister-in-law... ..."
Mo leisure heart a burst of bitterness, carrying a hoe out of the yard.
He went out on his front foot, and a tall, thin middle-aged man came out of the back foot room.
"What's going on again, early in the morning, noisy." The middle-aged man looked at the little boy and said to the woman with the fierce face.
"What else can happen! It's not your unfit brother, when is it, and if you don't go out to work, you know to sleep and eat!" The woman was impatient.
"Not idle?" The middle-aged man frowned: "The old man has been dead for almost five years."
"Almost." The woman said.
"So he'll be fourteen after this middle of March." The middle-aged man held his hands in his arms, a thoughtful expression.
"What's the matter?"
"Well, our family still owes a lot of foreign debt, this boy we have raised for four or five years, I heard some time ago that the city's knife meeting, is buying dead people everywhere, as long as the age of fourteen, a little strength of men can be, the bid is quite high!" Why don't you get a chance to sell him." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.
"And that kind of good thing?" The woman could not help but look happy when she heard the words, "What are you waiting for?" You go to town quickly."
"Okay! Although this boy eats less, he often works a little hard, and should be able to sell a lot of money and pay off all those foreign debts."
The middle-aged man nodded, turned back to the house to clean up, where there is a little family to speak of.
In fact, although both of them are surnamed Mo, they really do not have a little blood relationship.
The middle-aged man's name is Mo Shan.
Like Mo idle, he was an orphan who was helpless when he was young, originally anonymous, and was later adopted by an old teacher in the village, and took this name.
The teacher's surname is Lu, although the two are adopted by each other, but not worthy of their parents, but called grandfather.
Mo Shan's age is more than twenty years older than Mo Shi, Mo Shi was still very young, Mo Shan has already started a family. Later, Grandpa Lu died of serious illness, and only nine-year-old Mo idle followed this brother who was not related by blood.
At the beginning of a month or two, Mo Shan and his wife are still okay to idle, have food and accommodation.
But gradually, the Moshan family became harsh on leisure, from the beginning of laundry and cooking, cleaning this light work, gradually became chopping wood farming shoulder to shoulder this cool work.
Moreover, it is not so simple to help, basically all the farm work of the Moshan family has become a matter of idle one person, and the Moshan family, on the contrary, has liberated its hands and only cares about the command of mo idle.
That's it, at least let's not eat enough to wear warm clothes.
But this Moshan wife is very acerbic, once the idle half of the unsatisfactory, it is inevitable to beat and scold, or even a day or two do not give food to eat.
Mo idle has been living this life since the age of nine, and it has been nearly five years.
He carried a hoe and walked feebly on the mountain path, which was unusually cold in March this year, and the early morning chill was gently blown by the wind, like a knife, on his face.
Plus two or three days did not eat a full meal, only picked up the Moshan family to eat the leftover bits of scraps leftovers, at this moment is even more hungry front chest pressed back, stomach gurgling.
The feeling of hunger and cold makes the sense of leisure a little confused.
In the middle of the muddy, I saw a cluster of grass on the side of the road, there is a red fruit, thumb size, like a chicken bubble.
He staggered over, grabbed a handful, stuffed it into his mouth with leaves, and chewed it.
Not to mention, although slightly bitter, but the juice is really a lot.
But soon he knew he was wrong.
With a burst of tumbling in his stomach, he began to foam at the mouth, and his head swirled.
Then he saw Grandpa Lu, the kind old man who had been gone for five years.
Ears also echoed grandfather's death command: "Little leisure, grandfather can only accompany you here, you have to remember grandfather's words, five years later to Yinlong Town, find the fallen star pavilion fairy Chang." ..."
Don't idle helplessly smiled: "Grandpa, I have survived five years, but I am afraid I have no chance to go to town." ..."
The thought flashed, and then his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground with a plop, unconscious.
Snake bubbles are highly toxic, and ordinary people eat two or three, which is enough to be fatal.
What's more, the dizzy idleness of this one do not know how much to eat.
If there were no accident, he would be dead this time.
However,
At this critical moment, his already dark skin, but suddenly like a dark cloud scattered by the wind, gradually faded. At the same time, a shade of gray breath visible to the naked eye converged from all over his body toward the palm of his right hand.
A closer look revealed that his palm had a purple mark.
The mark was like a token that had narrowed to the extreme, engraved with ancient and mysterious runes and some exotic animal patterns.