six-fingered peasant girl

Chapter 3
Su Liu looked at the mother who was holding her in front of her and was crying miserably, Xiaobaihua Baozi's mother, her unloving father, and her second mother, a bunch of younger brothers and younger sisters, living in poverty, how can they live like this?
The more she thought about it, the more sad she felt, Su Liu burst into tears suddenly, and wanted to pat with her left hand, but suddenly remembered that it was a disabled hand, so she hurriedly put it away and beat the worn-out bedding on the bed with her right hand.

"God didn't take you to play like this. I just finished paying for the house, I just renovated and moved in, and I drove in the car. This good life has just begun. You brought me here Broken place, what kind of shit is this? You can just kill me, wow..."

Chen stopped crying again. The girl who had changed her temperament in front of her was a little strange to her, and she was more afraid, so she hurriedly asked: "Liu Liuer, what's wrong with you? Could it be that the pain is so severe? Mother said it a long time ago. A few times, let them say what they say, why are you so stupid?"

As Chen spoke, she wiped away her tears. Su Liu felt even more miserable when she saw it. The bun girl who couldn't help her could not help but cry louder.

"Sister, mother."

Just when the mother and daughter were crying together, a childish female voice came again, Su Liu raised his eyes, and the crying stopped abruptly.

"Ding Ding, are you wearing it too?"

The girl in front of her was about eleven or twelve years old, with withered hair, a pointed face, a pair of fairy almond eyes, and a small cherry mouth, almost exactly the same as her modern little sister Ding Ding.

But before the girl could speak, Mrs. Chen stood up first, pulled the girl and said anxiously: "Xiao Xiao, take a look at your sister, she seems to be a little confused."

Hope was shattered, Su Liu blinked, and tears welled up in her eyes again, but her eyes still couldn't leave the girl.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? I'm Xiaoxiao." The girl named Su Xiao quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "But the wound hurts badly? How about I call the cowherd to come and take a look?"

Su Liu took a deep breath, it wasn't Ding Ding, it just looked like Ding Ding. Thinking of this, she was both happy and disappointed.

"Niu Langzhong, we don't have any money." When Mrs. Chen heard that she was looking for Niu Langzhong, she was startled, and then tugged on Su Xiao's sleeve sadly.

Su Xiao bit her lips, and finally said: "I'll beg my master, I'll kowtow to my milk, will it be done by borrowing it? I'll chop a few more loads of firewood and sell it to pay her back, will I be willing?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Su Liu could also hear it, and she was afraid that her predecessor was more miserable than she imagined, and died without law enforcement after cutting off her fingers.

"Don't go, sister is fine." She quickly took Su Xiao's hand, forced a smile on her face and said, "Sister is in pain."

"Sister..." Su Xiao felt a little weird in her heart, always felt that the elder sister in front of her was a little different, but she couldn't tell what was weird.

Just as Su Liu was about to speak, there was another sharp voice from outside the door: "Where are you all dead? If you don't cook until noon, do you want my grandma to invite you? Can you starve to death?"

Su Liu followed the prestige and saw a girl about 12 years old wearing a half-length floral dress, with a begonia silk flower tied in two buns on her head, staring at them proudly with her hips crossed.

Her skin is a healthy wheat color, her face is long, her forehead is a little narrow, but there is a tear mole under the corner of her eye, which adds a bit of color.

This is the concubine sister of her predecessor, Su Chuntao.

(End of this chapter)