Old Hu Er finished listening, then took two puffs of his pipe with a paf-paf. "If he's crippled, the money will have been wasted."
Wang Guizhi also felt that the money spent on buying a wife was going down the drain. "I'll go take a look."
Host, why don't we sneak away now? This place clearly isn't any good, and there isn't a single decent person here.
444 told Su Qiao what was happening in the main house.
"We're not leaving. This place is so much fun—why would I be in a hurry to go?"
Su Qiao had regained quite a bit of her strength, but she had no intention of leaving just like that.
She chopped through the wooden slats covering the small window and crawled out through it.
She decided to look around Small Mountain Village first and familiarize herself with the terrain.
She had not walked far along the vegetable plot when she saw a crowd gathered in front of a house.
A woman named Xiao Lian had just given birth. She was bleeding heavily and was already dying, yet her family was still outside cursing her for being useless and giving birth to nothing but a girl.
Xiao Lian was only eighteen. She had been seventeen when she was trafficked here. This family had tormented her until she was neither human nor ghost, and now she had died in childbirth. The poor girl had endured so much inhuman suffering, only to die like this. This place truly wasn't fit for people to live in. Let's take our revenge and leave as soon as possible!
Su Qiao did not reply. While the people in front were still arguing noisily, she quietly climbed over the earthen wall at the back and quickly approached the room thick with the