The poor little one on the road of escape, she is so fierce

Chapter 49 Let's learn martial arts
Wu Xiaohua shook her head. She didn’t understand what she meant at all. “If you were a boy, I would marry you,” she explained.

Without exception, he was hit hard on the head again.

"Don't just think about getting married all day long. Even if you are a woman, you can work hard for yourself."

Wu Xiaohua thought Wang Qingyou was still young, "You don't understand. A woman doesn't have any other choice except getting married. Even if it's getting married, it's not something I can decide."

How sad it is to be a woman. You obey your father at home, your husband after marriage, and your son after your husband's death. You live your whole life under the shadow of others.

"That's because the world is unfair." Wang Qingyou looked into her eyes seriously. "If you are willing to believe me, maybe I can give you a different future, but it will be very difficult and you may even lose your life. Are you willing to follow me?"

Wu Xiaohua didn't understand what Wang Qingyou said, but when she heard that she wanted her to go with her, she nodded without hesitation.

Wang Qingyou stretched out her hand to cover Wu Xiaohua's eyes. Her eyelashes blinked on the palm of her hand, feeling a little itchy.

“Remember this dark feeling. One day you will be able to push away the fog and see the road in the distance.”

Wang Qingyou took her hand away, and when Wu Xiaohua opened her eyes she saw her serious eyes, with a determination she had never seen before. Even though she was still childish, she gave others a feeling that she was trustworthy.

Wang Qingyou said goodbye to Wu Xiaohua at the door of her house, and they agreed to go to the mountains again tomorrow.

Wang Guihua was very happy to see her daughter making friends, until Wang Qingyou took out a bloody rabbit skin.

Even after cleaning, there were still some blood stains on it.

Wang Guihua doesn’t know how to do this either, so she decided to wait for Li Wu to come back and ask him if he can do it.

The ingredients for the pot are ready, Wang Qingyou can just go and call Li Wu back so they can eat.

She enjoyed the meal very much, and she thought food tasted better when it was tasty.

Li Wu knew how to process the fur, so Wang Qingyou gave him the rabbit skin directly, thinking of trying her luck in the mountains tomorrow to see if she could catch a rabbit and bring it back.

Of course her mother also wanted to taste the rabbit she had caught herself.

It was another day when I was woken up by the fragrance of Wang Guihua. Today she made pork rib noodle soup.

There were a few passers-by outside who slowed down their pace when they walked here, sniffing desperately with their noses. If they couldn't eat it, they would smell it to their heart's content.

His eyes accidentally met the person next to him, and he quickly lowered his head so that no one could see through his poverty.

"This refugee's family must be very wealthy. How come I can smell the fragrance coming from there every day?"

"Yes, every time I pass by his house and go back to eat, I feel that the food in my hand is not fragrant anymore."

"I'm afraid they had a family background before they fled the famine. They can live a good life wherever they go. It's useless for us to just envy them."

"People just built a big house with blue bricks and tiles. The only family in the village that could build this is the village chief's family. It's half mixed with mud houses."

"I heard that his house is going to lay floor tiles."

"Really? That will cost a lot of money, right?"

"Anyway, I can't expect to live in a big brick and tile house in this lifetime."

"Who isn't?"

The idle chatter outside did not reach Wang Qingyou's ears, as she was enjoying her meal at that moment.

He finished two bowls of noodles in one gulp.

"Is that enough? Mommy will serve you another bowl."

Wang Qingyou burped, "That's enough."

At noon, Wu Xiaohua came to the door, with a piece of cloth wrapped around her neck. "Isn't it hot?" Wang Qingyou asked.

Wu Xiaohua lowered her head and said, "I caught a cold yesterday."

"Have you ever seen a doctor?" Wang Qingyou did not forget that this was an ancient time where a minor cold could cause death.

"It's okay, just sweat it out and you'll be fine." Wu Xiaohua said.

Today, Wu Xiaohua went to look for wild vegetables, and Wang Qingyou stood by to watch for any prey. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any, so Wang Qingyou sat on a rock and looked around.

A hint of purple on Wu Xiaohua's neck attracted her attention.

Wang Qingyou walked over quickly and removed the cloth from her neck, revealing clearly visible marks of pinching.

"How is this going?"

"I was not careful..."

Faced with Wang Qingyou's inquiring gaze, Wu Xiaohua could not continue.

Wang Qingyou held up her hand and found that the mark on the palm was much larger than hers, and it was obvious that it was made by a man.

"It was your father who did it, right?" Wang Qingyou said affirmatively. If it was someone else who did it, she wouldn't have to hide it like this.

"I……"

Wu Xiaohua remembered what happened yesterday, so she brought a lot of firewood back home. Although she returned home a little late, no one said anything.

Until she was at the dinner table, her three-and-a-half-year-old brother suddenly came over to her, sniffed her all over, and then made a big fuss that he wanted to eat meat.
Wu Xiaohua was afraid that her secret would be discovered, so she tried to push her brother away to stop him from asking her questions. As a result, he was pushed to the ground and cried loudly.

Her father came over, grabbed her collar, dragged her out of the dinner table, then strangled her neck hard and asked her if she wanted to harm her brother.

Wu Xiaohua didn't say anything. Pushing people was a taboo for her at home because her father would associate it with her dead mother. Her mind went blank and her hand pushed her brother faster than her brain.

She saw her stepmother pick up her brother and coax him for a while. When her brother stopped crying, she came over and looked at Wu Xiaohua, "Xiaohua, you really disappoint me. I'm sincere to you and love you like my own daughter. I didn't expect you to treat your brother like this. If you hit him harder, your brother might not survive."

Wu Xiaohua felt the force on her neck become stronger. She tried hard to struggle and beg for mercy, but she didn't even have a chance to open her mouth.

Just when she thought she was about to die, her father let her go, causing her to fall to the ground in a mess.

"If I had known, I would have had your hands chopped off. Let's see if you would do something like this again."

Wu Xiaohua lowered her head and dared not speak, for fear that her father would go crazy and really chop off her hands.

"Okay, if her arm is broken, do you still want me to serve her?" she heard her grandmother say.

"Evil girl."

After being scolded, Wu Xiaohua didn't dare to talk back and could only lower her head lower and lower.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my brother laughing again in his stepmother’s arms.

If only mother were still alive, Wu Xiaohua thought.

It was raining that day and the road was slippery. She accidentally slipped and hit her mother, but this collision made her live a different life and became a child without a mother.

Wang Qingyou wanted to help her fight back, but then she thought, what good would that do even if she fought back? She wouldn't be here forever.

She took Wu Xiaohua's hand and said, "Come and learn martial arts from me. When you become powerful, no one will dare to bully you."

(End of this chapter)