Chapter 42: Getting Ready for the Military Camp
"Ah! Why is there a missing wall in my house? Bai Li, it's you!"
The silence was broken by a loud scream, and everyone scratched their ears at the same time.
Mrs. Li: This niece is becoming more and more outrageous. She has lost the image of a lady and is becoming more and more like a shrew.
Bai Yue rushed in angrily, pointed at Bai Li and wanted to curse again.
“Crack!”
"Ah! My fingers!"
I saw that the middle joint of her scratched index finger was strangely curled up. She covered her finger with her hand, her face turned pale with pain and she was sweating profusely.
Bai Li said coldly, "I hate it most when people point their fingers at me and curse at me. If you do that again, you won't even have my hand!"
"Bai Li! She's your cousin, and you treated her like this? You're so cruel!"
"I'm cruel? I'm sure Second Aunt knows how many times she's bullied me since I was little. She won't leave until she achieves her goal."
"As for what happened just now, I'm her cousin, and she was wrong to point her finger at me and curse at me.
Also, from now on, I'll be the soldier and you'll be the prisoners. If she dares to curse me like that again, I'll kill her and no one will dare say anything!"
Bai Zongshen was shocked by Bai Li's cruelty. He muttered something but didn't dare to refute.
"Bai Li, Yue'er just scolded you twice, and you broke her fingers. How do you expect her to live in the future?!"
Mu, whose hair was a mess like a chicken coop and whose face was covered with scratches, looked at the miserable Mu, who supported her daughter who was trembling in pain and denounced Bai Li.
She looked at Bai Zongren's family one by one, her eyes full of blame.
"Who said it's broken?"
Bai Li said as he grabbed Bai Yue's hand and twisted it open. "Crack!"
“Ahhh!!”
Bai Yue cried out in pain twice, and her body fell limply to the ground, fainting from the pain.
"Bai Li, you!"
Bai Zongren was just about to persuade his daughter to leave a way out when doing things, when he heard his daughter say something coldly.
"Isn't this bad?"
Mu didn't have time to curse, and hurriedly took her daughter's finger to take a look. It was flexible and could stretch freely. Was it really healed?
Bai Zongshen also came over to check. It was not because he was worried about his daughter, but he found it hard to accept that there was one more person to eat and one less person to work.
"Alright, since everything's fine, let's all go home and do whatever we need to do. It's almost dark!"
Mrs. Li felt relieved when she saw this. Although her nephew's family was annoying, she couldn't bully them for that reason.
Bai Li added, "I'll replace the wooden wall you've removed later."
The Mu family dared to be angry but not to say anything. Bai Zongshen got angry when he saw that she was still holding her daughter.
"She's fine, but she's still pretending to be dead, and you're pretending to be dead too! Why don't you go and cook? Do you want to starve me and my son to death?!"
Mu was so tired that she was numb and had no energy to argue with him. She put her daughter on the ground and quietly got up to go to the stove to cook.
Bai Yue had woken up early, but she didn't want to light the fire, so she took the opportunity to lie down and rest. She was exhausted after working all day!
Li Mingyue looked at Mu with pity and said to the two sisters-in-law beside her, "Wasn't my second brother's wife like this before?"
"I was forced by the environment!"
Mrs. Mu continued, saying that she was helping Aunt Bai pack up her things and take them to the stilt house.
After Bai Zongrui came back, he built a wood stove under the eaves of the stilt house using a broken tile pot. His family could cook there from now on, and they didn't have to come down and take turns cooking with Bai Zongshen's family.
Fortunately, Bai Li bought two pots, one big and one small.
Yesterday I used the big pot to boil water for washing, and there was only a small pot for cooking, so we had to take turns.
Mu didn't have a pot, and they couldn't leave their family without food, so Li decided to leave the small pot for them.
Bai Li had no objection to this. As long as she was not provoked, everything was negotiable.
When the aroma of the dumplings wafted in the wind, Bai Zongshen's face turned black!
Baihu couldn't help it and started quarreling with his mother like a child.
"Look, they're making dumplings, but what's this black thing you made? Even a dog wouldn't eat it!"
Mu was also furious. She didn't dare to refute the man, but her own son dared to treat her like this!
She threw away the firewood she was about to add, put her hands on her hips and cursed, "They have flour and meat, do you have any? If not, what do you want me to cook? Will I cut human flesh for you to eat?!"
Baihu was so angry that he had nothing to refute and ran out.
Bai Zongshen wanted to kick him again, but he remembered that he had kicked over the pot last night and had been hungry until now. The feeling of being hungry was really unpleasant, so he forced himself to hold it back.
"Brother Shen, life is lived by people. Look, we were exiled together, so why do you have what my family has but yours doesn't?"
"You didn't mention the separation on the way, so my family wasn't prepared at all!"
Bai Zongshen retorted stubbornly, cursing in his heart: If your daughter hadn't been hunting on the road, your family would still be eating black flour, so how could we have white flour dumplings to eat?
If they had told him about the division of the family property earlier, he and his son would have gone hunting and would have had meat to eat now. Why would things have turned out like this?
It’s really easy to talk without any pain in the waist!
Bai Zongren sighed and said, "Let's go find the village chief now and go up the mountain to cut down trees to make farm tools. If you want to go, come with us!"
Some villagers watched and watched and were allowed to go up the mountain. Once they got there, they dispersed and could kill any rabbits or pheasants they saw on the mountain. No one could say anything.
Bai Zongshen was about to refuse when his eyes lit up as he thought of something.
Bai Zongren has said this, it’s up to him whether to listen or not.
I went upstairs to eat, the delicious smell made me so hungry that I couldn’t resist!
Bai Zongshen suppressed his anger and urged Mu to light the fire quickly. When the black flour paste was cooked, he didn't care about the heat, just grabbed a bowl of it and followed Bai Zongren and others.
Bai Li naturally came along. She had to arrange all the matters at home before entering the military camp.
When Mulangde heard that he could also make threshing tools, he was so happy that he was a little lost.
After trying to harvest rice with a sled, who would still want to use slow manual labor to harvest rice?
Oh no, the "sled" is now called a plow, Bai Zongren just thought of it.
Bai Li did not comment on this. No matter what name he called it, it was still the same thing, and it would not change even if he called it in a fancy way.
Mulangde immediately called a dozen strong men to go with him to cut down trees, because he knew that Bai Liming would go to the military camp early in the morning and was in a hurry.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky is filled with gorgeous sunset glow.
In the village, there were sounds of chickens crowing, dogs barking, women scolding their children, and a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.
Only then did Bai Li know that this village was called Shiya Village. Except for the elderly people in their eighties and nineties, the rest of the villagers were second-generation or third-generation criminals. Therefore, they could move freely in and out of the village and were valued by the village chief.
Although they worked like the new prisoners, their treatment was very different.
Each family would hand over half of the food to the military camp, and the remaining half was controlled by their own family.
It was unknown which leader Ma Dehai bribed, but he was treated the same as the villagers. Bai Li only found out about this later.
Birds in the sky are calling their friends to return to their nests, old cows are returning home from the fields in the evening, and a group of more than 30 people are walking up the mountain along the ridges of the fields under the sunset.
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