As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 237 I can give you a chance to escape
At this moment, Fang Ping'er was sitting in front of the window embroidering a mandarin duck purse, and her younger brother Fang Youcai was lying on the side learning to write with a charcoal stick. The two siblings knew nothing about what was going on outside.
Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and the door was kicked open. Mother Zhang rushed into the room without saying a word, grabbed Fang Ping'er's clothes and pinched her hard, even on her waist, so that her thighs would not be easily noticed.
The place.
Fang Youcai was frightened and cried and stepped forward to save his sister.
"Don't come over, get out!" Fang Ping'er shouted to stop his movements, clenching her teeth and silently bearing the pinch of Zhang's mother's hand.
Finally, Zhang's mother got tired of squeezing her. She sat down and panted and scolded her: "Little bitch, did you secretly go to Yanghua Village and say bad things about Feng'er? Is it you?"
Fang Ping'er held back her tears and defended herself: "I have been embroidering sachets in my room and have never even left the house. How can I have time to go to Yanghua Village?"
"You dare to be so stubborn?" Zhang's mother raised her hand and slapped her, "My Zhang family is so poor, and we still have to provide food and drink for you two people with a foreign surname. How do you do it?"
"Are you so stingy that you don't even want to give up your good reputation as a female worker to Feng'er? If I had known you were such a white-eyed wolf, I shouldn't have brought you in in the first place. I should have let your siblings starve to death outside!"
"In the past few years, have Feng'er received few compliments for using my embroidery? When did I say I didn't want to?" Fang Ping'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked, "And the sachets and handkerchiefs I embroidered are sold.
How much money did you get? Isn’t that money enough to support me and my brother?”
"I guessed it right! You little bitch really has resentment in your heart!" Mother Zhang rolled up her sleeves angrily, "Feng'er, bring me the whip. Today I will teach this disobedient junior a lesson!"
After another round of punches and kicks, Fang Ping'er was like an unconscious wooden figure, lying motionless on the ground the whole time. Because she knew that as long as she dared to resist, she would be greeted with even more vicious beatings.
It has been four years since her parents died, and she and her younger brother were beaten at her aunt's house for four years.
I still remember that before my mother passed away, my aunt held her and her brother's hands beside the hospital bed and patted her chest to make a promise: "Sister, please go with peace of mind. I will definitely raise Ping'er and Youcai as my biological children from now on."
However, before my mother was buried, the smiling woman changed her face and ordered her to cook in the kitchen with a dark face. From then on, she became the Zhang family's servant and punching bag, and was often beaten, scolded and insulted.
At first she felt angry and would find ways to resist, but later she learned to accept it. As time went by, she actually got used to this kind of life.
As long as I can accompany my younger brother to grow up healthily, it doesn't seem to matter whether he can get married or whether he will be beaten.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang’s mother finally stopped whipping her and gave her a fierce kick. “Don’t pretend to be dead. Get up and cook. I’ll beat you all the same if I miss the meal time!”
Her body seemed to be falling apart and the pain was severe. Fang Ping'er held her breath and struggled for a long time before she finally stood up.
Fang Youcai, who was crying so hard that his eyes were swollen outside, quickly stepped forward to support her, and the two siblings helped each other into the kitchen.
After getting away from the surveillance of Zhang's mother and daughter, Fang Youcai cried and hugged her sister's arm, "Sister, can we move out? I would rather sleep in a bridge cave or live in a dog kennel than stay here!"
"Silly brother..." Fang Ping'er sighed, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time finally fell, "Although the Zhang family is not good to us, if we stay here, even if we have protection, the bad guys outside will not dare to come and bully us.
us."
"The people outside are much worse than the Zhang family."
If an older, unmarried woman leaves home with a six-year-old child, the consequences can be imagined.
Fang Youcai lowered his head guiltily, with tears streaming down his face, "Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I was too stupid to protect you."
"It's okay, sister doesn't blame you." Fang Ping'er wiped his tears and said warmly: "You are no longer needed here. You can read outside and come back later. Sister will hide some food for you."
"Okay." Fang Youcai nodded, his tearful eyes swept over the scars hidden under her sleeves, turned around and walked out. He was going to the doctor's house to ask for some ointment for his sister.
But the doctor disliked him for having no money, and started chasing people away when he saw him, "Fang boy, it's you again! I became a doctor to make money, and you always want to come here and get medicine for nothing. Who can afford to pay for it? Go home.
Come back when you have money."
"Get it for him, I paid for the medicine." Shen Qingqing, who was passing by, saw that the boy was crying pitifully, so she stood up and said something for him.
"Can you give me fifteen cents?"
Shen Qingqing didn't respond and directly counted the coins and handed them to him.
The doctor had nothing to say and turned away to prepare the medicine.
Fang Youcai wiped away the tears on his face and thanked Shen Qingqing excitedly: "Thank you, sister. Where do you live, sister? I will help you wash the dishes and feed the chickens then!"
Shen Qingqing raised her lips and smiled, and was about to say no, when she lowered her head and caught a glimpse of his face and was startled again, "Kid, do you have a sister who is good at embroidery?"
Fang Youcai nodded subconsciously. After nodding, he remembered his sister's advice and quickly shook his head, "No, my sister is stupid and can't embroider."
"Then let me change the question. Do you have a sister named Zhang Xiaofeng?"
Fang Youcai said without thinking: "That bad woman is not my sister, she is an enemy!"
Shen Qingqing nodded, that's right.
"Kid, my sister helped you pay for the medicine, do you also want to do me a favor? Call your sister out for me later. I have something to ask her. Call her quietly, don't let your enemy know."
"Okay, I'll go home and call after I get the medicine."
The doctor quickly prepared the medicine. Shen Qingqing took the medicine and patted Youcai's shoulder. When her shoulder shook, she realized something was wrong. She knelt down and asked, "Is your shoulder injured?"
Fang Youcai shrank and shook his head, "I didn't."
Shen Qingqing sighed, asked the doctor to prepare another dose of medicine, and then led him to Zhang's house.
When the two returned to Zhang's house, Fang Ping'er had already prepared lunch. The Zhang family were all eating in the main room, while Fang Ping'er was hungry and chopping pigweed in the yard, so Fang Youcai easily called her out.
After seeing Fang Ping'er's face and the calluses on her hands, Shen Qingqing basically confirmed the suspicion in her heart. Then she saw the wounds on her cheeks and neck that could not be covered up, and couldn't help but sigh.
It's so sad that such a talented embroidery genius has fallen into such a state.
Time was tight, and Shen Qingqing didn't mention anything else. He looked into her eyes and said bluntly: "Miss Fang, have you had enough of living under the shelter of others and suffering unspeakably? If I can give you a chance to escape, are you willing to take it?
live?"
For some reason, Fang Ping'er felt nervous for no reason when looking at the clear eyes of the woman in front of her.
She tightened her palms and asked, "Who are you, girl?"
"You should have heard of me, Shen Qingqing of Yanghua Village, the person who is looking for embroiderers everywhere." This chapter has been completed!