Chapter 313 The Story of Firewood

An Ran didn't stop Yulu from speaking, but the expression on her face became more and more cold.

"When I was a child, there was an interesting story. If the master is willing, the slave is willing to tell the master."

Yulu raised her eyes, glanced at An Ran, and then shifted her gaze to An Ran's wine glass.

Regardless of whether An Ran was listening or not, Yulu just said to herself: "In the village where I lived when I was young, there is a girl who is about the same age as I, and her name is Jiaojiao."

"Although Jiaojiao is also a girl from a farmer's family, her parents are loving, there are several older brothers in her family, and she is the only girl in her family, so she is very favored at home. It is no exaggeration to say that even if it is Jing These well-known ladies here may not necessarily have a better life when they were young than Jiaojiao."

Yulu's eyes gradually became confused, as if caught in the memory of the past.

"At that time, the slaves felt very inferior, especially in front of Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao had sharp teeth and always pinched her to be strong. We hated her to death. But we couldn't beat her brother. As time passed, the village That's why Jiaojiao has a reputation of being arrogant, domineering, cruel and vicious."

"To be honest, when I first heard this, I just felt very relieved. After all, a woman's reputation has been ruined, so what good will she have in the future?"

Speaking of this, a strange expression flashed in Yulu's eyes, she couldn't tell whether it was love or hatred, it seemed very contradictory.

"Then one day, the servant girl went up to the mountain to collect firewood, but the servant girl found that in the place where the servant girl used to work, all the firewood on the ground had been folded, big and small, and the only thing left to do was to gather them up."

"The servant girl was surprised in her heart, and when she turned around, she saw Jiaojiao standing there with her waist pinched. The servant girl remembered that she said to the servant girl proudly that she made all these firewood and didn't let me move because After a quarter of an hour, her brothers will come up the mountain to carry the firewood back home, and then they will go down the mountain without looking back."

"Although the slave was surprised at the time, she thought in her heart why you said you made it, and you made it? This firewood is on the ground, and whoever picks it up will be its own! But despite thinking this way, the slave did not dare to act rashly , after all, the brothers in her family are not vegetarians, if they are really busy, wouldn't it be the servants who suffer?"

"So the servant girl waited there for half an hour, but she didn't see her brothers coming to carry firewood at all!"

As she spoke, Yulu gradually lowered her eyes, regardless of whether An Ran was listening to her, she just continued: "It was late autumn at that time, and the sky was getting colder. The clothes on the maidservant's body are thin, if the sun If you can’t go home before the mountain falls, you must be frozen to death! So the servant gritted his teeth and put the firewood on the ground, ready to take it down the mountain.”

"I thought this matter was over. If I didn't listen to Jiaojiao talking to others later, I might never know the truth of this matter."

When Yulu said this, she paused, raised her eyes to look at An Ran, and stopped talking, as if she was waiting for An Ran to ask herself.

"Oh? Then what did they say?"

An Ran finally raised his eyes, but he was very cooperative, and asked Yulu in a low and somewhat hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)

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