She doesn't know how long she slept until the system woke her up.
Zhao Jing sat beside the bed and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
She just dreamed about a memory of traveling to a resort with her parents when she was a child.
When she woke up from the dream, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in her heart when she thought of everything in the dream. She thought she had come out of it, but every time she dreamed about memories from the past, she would still feel sad and sad.
My mind is filled with scenes from the past.
Sensing Zhao Jing's mood swings, the system said: Host, cry when you are sad, don't hold it in, the system will always accompany the host.
Zhao Jing shook her head, with a slight redness at the end of her eyes, and said, "Thank you, I can't cry. I just feel a little sad. I'll be fine in a while."
System: You're welcome, the system and the host are one and the same. They are the closest relatives in this world besides relatives.
Zhao Jing responded and spread the quilt on the bed.
He stepped out of the space, looked at the sky, and saw that it was getting late, so he took some grain, a cabbage, and some potatoes and went out.
Not far away, I heard beatings, scolding, and crying.
Zhao Jing paused and walked over.
The closer you get, the more unpleasant the insults become.
"I let you eat it secretly, you lose money, you are as cheap as your mother, I will beat you to death today, you lose money."
"I didn't eat secretly, it's not me, milk, it's not me."
As soon as Zhao Jing looked through the crack in the door, she could clearly see the scene inside. An old lady with bound feet took a fire stick and beat her hard on a thin little girl on the ground whose face could not be seen clearly.
Zhao Jing looked a little unhappy when she saw this scene, so she walked up and knocked on the door.
The old lady yelled impatiently: "Who is it? Second wife, go and open the door."
"Okay, Mom, I'll go right away." A short woman opened the door and was startled when she saw Zhao Jing.
Subconsciously, her body blocked Zhao Jingyi's sight, and she stuttered and asked: "Aunt, aunt, aunt, why are you here?"
People in the yard were stunned when they heard the word 'aunt'.
Zhao Jing glanced at her lightly, and her tone was a bit cool: "Get out of the way."
Only the old lady was so angry that she didn't even pay attention and continued to beat the girl hard with the fire stick.
When the woman saw Zhao Jing's sullen face and thought of the scene at Lao Gen's house that day, she shrank her neck in fear and subconsciously moved her body out of the way.
Zhao Jing walked in and took a look at the people in the yard. Except for a woman who was crying, everyone else was watching a show.
Zhao Jing's face immediately turned black, and she glared angrily at the old lady who was still beating the person: "You have to beat the person to death before you stop, right?"
The old lady's hands froze, and she turned around to see Zhao Jingyi standing not far behind her. She was so frightened that she shook her hand and dropped the fire stick in her hand to the ground.
The woman who was crying quickly crawled over and hugged the beaten girl into a ball: "Nier, don't scare me."
Mrs. Li looked at Zhao Jingyi with a stern expression: "Um, um, why are you here?"
Although she was very angry in her heart, she did not dare to have an attack in front of Zhao Jing, fearing that if Zhao Jing fainted from her anger, something big would happen.
Zhao Jing glanced at her indifferently and said unhurriedly: "What, are you disturbing me for killing someone?"
Old Mrs. Li was so frightened that she trembled, her face turned as pale as paper, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Zhao Jingyi couldn't figure out how she could be so cruel to her own granddaughter.
"Something happened to Lao Gentou's family just a few days ago. Why do you want something to happen to your family today?"
Old Mrs. Li shook her head quickly: "No, I don't want to, old lady, don't be angry, don't be angry, if you have something to say, say it well, say it well."
The more Zhao Jing talked, the angrier she became, and she scolded Mrs. Li.
"You didn't hear what she said. Isn't she her? Why did you do it so cruelly without asking? Isn't she your granddaughter? Oh, isn't she your son's daughter?"
After speaking, he glanced at the few people who were still watching the show, with a cold look in his eyes.
Mrs. Li saw Zhao Jingyi's mood swings so much that her heart trembled with fear.
"I, I was so angry just now. Don't be angry, don't be angry, brother, why don't you bring me a stool?"
I was afraid that she would faint. If she fainted at her home, it would be a big problem.
Zhao Jingyi didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing the scars on the girl's hands on the ground, Zhao Jingyi couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
A strong man walked up to Zhao Jingyi with a stool and put it down: "Auntie, sit down and calm down."
Zhao Jing glanced at him, and a hint of disgust flashed deep in her eyes. She had not forgotten that this man had been watching a show just now.
As soon as Zhao Jing sat down, she took a few deep breaths and looked at Old Mrs. Li who was stunned by her fright.
He glanced at the woman who was holding her daughter and crying for a while, and felt a little more bored. She hated women who could only cry and were weak.
When Zhao Jing looked at Mrs. Li, her face was obviously acrimonious, she frowned and spoke in a gentler tone.
"Your own daughter is also a daughter. Don't others know what kind of life you have led since childhood? Don't you know it yourself? You have already walked the road yourself. Why do you want her to walk the same path as you?"
She didn't know what Mrs. Li was like at home when she was a girl, so what she said was just her guess.
After hearing this, Mrs. Li fell silent, her face looked a little ugly, and she said nothing.
Zhao Jing looked like the others again, sighed and said, "Think about it for yourselves. Isn't it good for He and Meimei to live a good life as a family? Why do we have to engage in intrigues and intrigues in the big houses in the past?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the woman who was still crying and said in a more serious tone: "If you don't feel sorry for your own daughter, who will feel sorry for you."
Then he said to the girl in his arms: "If you encounter something like this again in the future, just come to me."
There's only so much she can do.
After saying that, he stood up and left. There was quite a commotion. Several people were watching. When they saw Zhao Jing coming out, they all looked embarrassed. They held a bowl in their hands and greeted Zhao Jing and hurried home.
As Zhao Jing walked on the road, she fell into deep thought. She knew that no matter what era, there has always been a preference for boys over girls.
Especially in this era, not to mention that she had only heard of it before but never encountered it. Zhao Jingyi felt very uncomfortable when this happened twice in a row before her eyes.
Zhao Jingyi, who was already in a bad mood, felt even worse after seeing what happened just now.
So much so that she was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice anyone coming towards her.
As a result, she bumped into someone's arms, her nose hit her chest like a wall, and a familiar soreness hit her entire brain, bringing her back to consciousness.
Zhao Jing covered her nose and took a few steps back, with tears in her eyes.
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