February is a cold spring day, the apricot blossoms are tremblingly revealing their clear pistils, and magpies are chirping on the treetops in the afternoon.
"What do you call it? What a fart." A woman in coarse clothes cursed and stared at a pile of dirty clothes as high as the hill in front of her.
The woman is actually only in her twenties. Years of hard work has made her skin rough, her shoulders hunched, and she has lost her former beauty.
Next to them, little girls of five or six years old, wearing gray cloth and ragged clothes, with disheveled hair, were rummaging through the clothes so that they could be soaked in the water by category.
It was still cold, so she had been forced to put on a jacket. Her face was so cold that she could barely control her hands.
The woman saw that she was so angry that she cursed: "You little bastard, you spend all your time just eating and being lazy." After cursing, she raised her hand and started to hit her. The little girl was so frightened that her face turned purple and she quickly knelt down.
He held his head and begged for mercy: "Auntie, please stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I don't dare to be lazy, I don't dare to be lazy..."
Big tears rolled down from her big, watery eyes, which made people unable to bear the harsh criticism, but the woman didn't care. When the girl called her aunt, she was beaten harder and harder.
"You don't need to remind me every day that I am doing a servant's job in the name of my aunt. I am despicable, and you are not much better."
She scolded her and hit her all over her face. The little girl was frightened by the beating and did not dare to hide. She just held her head and begged for mercy.
When the woman saw the little girl's swollen face covered with tears, she became even more angry, so she bent down and pinched her inner thigh.
The little girl cried out in pain and struggled to escape. The woman kicked her and said, "I let you run, but I rebelled against you. I have worked so hard to make money, but you still dare to run."
The little girl had short calves and was kicked to the ground by her daughter. She rolled on the curb and couldn't move.
The woman scolded: "I'm telling you, don't pretend to be dead. If you don't finish washing this pile of clothes quickly, no one will have food to eat."
After saying that, she went to fetch water and wash clothes. The wooden bucket was heavy. Although she had done menial work for several years, she was still not flexible. She cursed and cried for a while, and then started to wash clothes.
After a while, when she saw the girl still lying there, she shouted: "Momo, you little stinky girl, you still don't get up to work! Do you think I'll expose you?"
