On the way back, Jiang Xia saw the woman tied in the cowshed again. The woman looked a little dull. She turned her eyes to look at Jiang Xia and then looked away.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xia couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

After a round, it was almost dark. The old man happily took out the cured meat and other dishes stored at home that were only eaten during the Chinese New Year, and asked all the men in the village to come to the table to enjoy the wedding wine. This was considered as marrying a wife for his son, and once the business was done, the matter would be done.

"Go, go, cook the dishes." The old man waved his hand and looked at Jiang Xia.

He didn't care what kind of life Jiang Xia had lived before. Now that she came to his place, she definitely couldn't be a lazy woman. She had to work. Washing clothes and cooking were the most basic. She also had to do work in the fields, otherwise she would be just eating for free.

The village was not very big. The men gathered in groups of three or four around two small tables, with their feet crossed, waiting for the women inside to cook the dishes.

They were not worried that the women inside would cause any trouble. For one thing, the vegetables, sickles, shovels and other things in the kitchen were all put away and could not be reached. Besides, what could the women do? Could they beat them? A slap in the face would make them fall to the ground.

Jiang Xia glanced at these people and walked into the kitchen. There were two women cooking in the kitchen. One was Liu Guizhu, who had just given birth today. Her face was still pale, but she was already standing in the kitchen cooking. The other was a woman in her thirties wearing a headscarf.

When she saw Jiang Xia, she first looked outside carefully and saw that the men were still drinking. The smoke and the sounds of cooking were very loud in the kitchen, but she could not hear any noise outside. Then she walked up to Jiang Xia and knelt down with a plop.

"I'm Zhao Lianxiang, I... I'm from the rural area of Haicheng, living in Zhaojia Town. Comrade, if you can get out, can you please bring a message for me? I beg you. When I got out, my son was just one year old. I... I was thinking about finding a job in the city at that time, but..." Zhao Lianxiang looked at Jiang Xia with tears in her eyes.

These women who were abducted here have all tried to escape. They all know each other's name and address in the village, and they try their best to help each other. As long as one of them can escape, someone else can save them, but no one has ever escaped.

She didn't know whether Jiang Xia could escape, but it was still a hope.

"I have escaped before. This is the map we all drew up together. Keep this map and follow it. Your chances will be better." Zhao Lianxiang stuffed the thing into Jiang Xia's palm. Jiang Xia lowered his head and took a look. It was a corner of a torn newspaper.

There was a simple map drawn on the newspaper. The lines were crooked and the approximate direction was marked. Various small paths were also marked, but every one of them was interrupted. I was caught almost as soon as I escaped from the village, or just walked a little bit far.

But with the experience of those who came before us, we can indeed avoid taking more detours and go further in a shorter period of time.

Jiang Xia suddenly felt that the thing in his palm was heavy and substantial.

I took a look at the fish soup and fried bacon bubbling in the pot. Meat was still a rare commodity these days, but basically everyone would try these two things, and would scramble to eat them.

Jiang Xia changed his mind.

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The men outside the house had finished their drinks. By now the dishes were almost served. Looking at the delicious meat dishes on the table, these men stared with their eyes wide open. They quickly picked up their chopsticks and ate the meat cleanly, even licking the grease under the plate.

"Lao Zhang, I heard that you have a guy at home. Did your family give you this bacon? It smells really good." The man was holding the wine glass, smacking the meaty aroma in his mouth. But as he was talking, he frowned and glanced at the person in front of him.