Little Zimo looked cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting his mother's self-esteem, or even more like he was afraid of making his mother unhappy.
Bei Yutang frowned, and Xiao Zimo was so scared that his neck shrank. He stood there stiffly and motionless, waiting obediently for the cane to come down.
Bei Yutang saw his subconscious reaction, sighed slightly, and couldn't help but greet Mu Zhitao in his heart.
What a sin!
"Come on."
Bei Yutang stopped trying to be stubborn and handed the flint to Xiao Zimo.
As the daughter of a marquis and the wife of the Prince of Jin, Bei Yutang had never once started a fire in her life. Even in the plane where she was carrying out her mission, she was a well-off person, free from worries about food and clothing, and did not need to do such heavy labor.
Little Zimo looked at the flint in his hand, then at his mother who was smiling.
Mother was not angry, and the little guy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Bei Yutang stood aside and watched Xiao Zimo skillfully light the firewood with a flint, and then skillfully add firewood and blow on the fire.
Bei Yutang confidently handed the task of making the fire over to Xiao Zimo. She found the wooden barrel and cleaned it.
In this bare house, it is not easy to find a complete wooden barrel. It is said that this wooden barrel was something Mu Zhitao begged to bring out when she was kicked out to anger her mother-in-law Lin.
Boil a pot of water, pour it into the wooden barrel, adjust it to the appropriate temperature with cold water, and clean the little Motuo.
When I looked under the clothes, I saw the small body that was so thin that it was just skin and bones. The small body was covered with blue and purple bruises and many scars.
These scars were both old and new. Especially when he saw the vine marks all over Xiao Zimo's thin back, Bei Yutang frowned tightly and his eyes were slightly cold.
She knew that all these injuries were caused by Mu Zhitao.
Memory is memory, reality is reality. When memory and reality overlap, the impact is far more violent than what is seen in memory.
Damn Kinomote, this vicious woman!
Fortunately, she died, otherwise if she continued to treat Xiao Zimo like this, the little guy would be beaten to death by her sooner or later.
Bei Yutang couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had come and replaced that vicious woman.
When Bei Yutang's chubby fingers touched the wound on his body, the little guy stiffened and stood still, not daring to move. His slightly trembling body betrayed his inner fear and terror.
"Does it still hurt?"
Xiao Zimo felt the warm touch on his back. There was no pinching or kneading as he had expected, only a gentle stroking. A warm current flowed through his body, flowing throughout his entire body.
"It doesn't hurt." A soft voice sounded.
"If anyone dares to hit you in the future, you must fight back. You can't just stand there and let them hit you. If you can't beat them, just hide." Bei Yutang took the opportunity to teach him a lesson.
Xiao Zimo raised his head, his eyes as black as graphite staring at her without blinking.
My mother has become very strange.
He didn't understand, but he nodded obediently and kept his mother's words in mind.
Bei Yutang carried him into the wooden barrel. As soon as he entered the barrel, the water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Embarrassing, no way, why is it so dirty!
It took three pots of hot water to wash Xiao Zimo from head to toe. After the first bucket of water came out, I thought it was soy sauce.
After a lot of effort, the boy Mo was finally cleaned. After the dirty little face was washed clean, he unexpectedly revealed a white and tender little face, with a pair of black and bright eyes like grapes. It was so beautiful, just like a little boy.
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