After hearing this, Hu Lao Er took two puffs of his cigarette and said, "This guy is going to be a failure. All my money has been wasted."
Wang Guizhi also felt that the money he spent on buying a wife would be wasted, "I'll go take a look."
Host, why don't we run away quietly now! This place is not a good place, there is no good person here.
444 told Su Qiao about the situation in the main house.
"No, it's so fun here, why should I leave in a hurry?"
Su Qiao regained a lot of strength, but she didn't plan to leave just like that.
He cut off the wood on the small window and crawled out through the window.
She decided to walk around the small mountain village first and familiarize herself with the terrain.
Not long after walking by the vegetable garden, I saw a lot of people gathered in front of a family's door.
There was a woman named Xiaolian who had just given birth to a child and suffered heavy bleeding. She could no longer survive, but her family still scolded her for being useless and for only giving birth to a girl.
Xiaolian was only eighteen years old. She was only seventeen when she was abducted and sold here. She was tortured by this family until she was neither human nor ghost. Now she died of childbirth complications. It's a pity that a little girl went through so much inhuman torture and just died like that. This place is really not a place for human beings to stay. Let's take revenge and leave as soon as possible!
Su Qiao did not reply. Instead, while the people in front were still talking, he quietly climbed over the earthen wall at the back and quickly approached the room with a strong smell of blood.
I quietly tore off a piece of old newspaper pasted on the window and took a look inside.
There was an oil lamp lit in the room, and a light bulb of no more than 30 watts was hanging on the beam, so the lighting was pretty good.
Apart from the dying woman lying on the bed, who was only breathing in but not out, there was a baby who was casually wrapped and placed in a wooden cradle not far from the bed.
The midwife who was in charge of the delivery probably discovered her situation and went out to tell the owner of the house about it.
Su Qiao thought about it and quietly walked in through a door on the side.
She wanted to see if she could save the poor woman, but when she felt her pulse and heartbeat, she found it was too late.
When I lifted the quilt and took a look, I found that the quilt under her was soaked with blood.
"Help… "
Perhaps the woman was too obsessed, or perhaps it was a moment of sudden enlightenment, and at this moment she miraculously opened a small gap, raised her cold and weak hands, and loosened her clenched palms.
Su Qiao grabbed her hand, picked up the small cloth bag she was holding tightly in her hand, quickly opened it and took a look, and found a gray and white cloth strip with her name, address and phone number written on it.
It was probably written with a charcoal stick, and each stroke was carved countless times, so the color is very rich.
"I understand. I will notify your family and ask them to bring your body back."
The woman's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed and her mouth opened silently, as if to say thank you.
"Do you want your parents to take your child with you?"
The woman slowly rolled her eyes, looked in the direction of the cradle, and then shook her head weakly.
Maybe she has both hatred and love for this child, and her feelings are very complicated!
"Okay, let's leave her here. What kind of person she will become and how she lives in the future depends on herself."
After Su Qiao finished speaking, he realized that the woman was already dead. She left this world with her eyes open, staring in the direction of the child. She was filled with pain and sorrow.