Chapter 4: Twenty Years After Being Kidnapped
"Master, why do you have the key to the woodshed door?" The system looked at the key in the host's hand with some suspicion.
Miss Zhaodi clearly locked the door with a key, and the key in the host's hand was obviously newer than the original key, so it was obvious that it had never been used.
These are the known conditions, so how do we get the key in the host's hand?
The powder ball subsystem, which is proficient in various mathematical calculations, cannot draw corresponding conclusions no matter how it uses mathematical principles, physical, chemical and biological principles.
Feng Wu opened the door quickly and nimbly. The door creaked for a long time, and in the dark night, it sounded like something out of a horror movie.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm so scared, so scared!" The pink ball was so scared that its tender little body turned a lot paler.
"Why aren't you being autistic? You won't sneak up on me while I'm in the toilet, will you? Don't you mind the smell?" Feng Wu glanced at the room on the other side of the main house, listening intently, and three even breathing sounds fell into his ears.
The system, which turned red with anger, “…”
This host has absolutely no moral integrity. Not wanting to pay attention to the host who was talking nonsense, the system simply shut down and went back to the system space for self-inspection.
Diligent daily disinfection is a necessary procedure to ensure the healthy growth of the system.
"Oh, little brat, you scared me with a little girl." Feng Wu sensed the fluctuations in his spiritual sea. Sure enough, the little thing entered the system space and became autistic. He was quite sensible.
Next time I'll just give it a little less color.
Feng Wu had two iron chains tied around his waist, connected to his ankles. There was a slight shaking sound from the chains when he walked. His left foot had been broken twice by Yu Chunlai, and the bones were set by a barefoot doctor in the village, which cost two yuan.
The doctor's skills are hard to describe. He didn't set the bone properly, which caused problems. On cloudy and rainy days, the joints felt like ants were crawling on them, and the pain was unbearable.
If you walk a little faster, you can see that you are lame.
Ignoring the problem with his leg, Feng Wu pinched his nose and went into the toilet.
The outhouses of every household in this village are all made of a large pit with two thick wooden boards padded with bricks. People who come in just need to step on both sides of the Yellow River to happily solve their daily defecation and urination problems.
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Not long before dawn, the rooster had crowed for the third time.
There was a click of the latch, followed by the door opening hastily.
Feng Wu, who was sitting motionless, lazily opened his eyelids a little. The sky outside the window was hazy. Feng Wu closed his eyes again and raised the corners of his lips.
It looks like today will be another sunny day.
Closing his eyes and ears, Feng Wu continued to meditate and practice. According to the level setting of this technique, he should be considered a first-class warrior in this small world.
In other words, she can now physically castrate all the men in Tianbeigouzi by herself.
Such a dirty and smelly place does not need to breed more evil.
The world in this book is evolving into a small world on its own, and the laws of nature will naturally complete various settings automatically.
According to the settings of this small world, warriors in this world are very rare, and the levels of warriors are roughly divided into third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, master level, grand master level, and then the level of enlightenment, which is already a legendary level.
Feng Wu is not greedy and is satisfied as long as he can barely reach the level of a grandmaster.
It was dawn, and a beam of warm and soft sunlight came into the woodshed through a hole in the plastic film, and the beam fell on Feng Wu's cold and lonely profile. When you got closer, you could see the tiny hairs on the cheeks dancing in the sunlight.
Feng Wu, who had blocked his five senses, naturally did not hear the man's screams and cries outside.
Zhaodi was still sleeping soundly in bed, but she opened her eyes when she was frightened by Yu Chunlai's crying.
There were footsteps coming in and out outside, and people talking. No matter how stupid Zhaodi was, she knew that something big might have happened at home.
When Zhaodi thought of her mother who was still locked up in the woodshed, she felt as if the sky was falling.
"Mom, Mom..." Zhaodi was in panic and subconsciously called for help. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes and rushed out of the room. She didn't care that the yard was full of people and rushed to the door of the woodshed and knocked on the wooden door hard.
"Mom, mom, how are you? Don't scare Tiantian! Tiantian is scared!" Zhaodi knelt weakly at the door, tears and snot all over her face. She didn't care about the burning pain in her hands, and continued to knock on the wooden door weakly.
"Zhaodi, what are you doing..." The girl asked with a puzzled tone.
Zhaodi usually ignores everyone in her family except her mother. I didn't expect that she would cry so pitifully because of her grandmother's death.
Zhaodi raised her sleeve to wipe away her snot and cried in a hoarse voice, "Liu Ping, I, wuwu..." How could she say such cruel words that her mother was gone.
Liu Ping felt soft-hearted. Seeing that the man was about to die, she quickly comforted him, "I know you're sad because your grandmother is gone, but you're old, and this day will come. You should let it go..."
Zhaodi still had tears in her eyes. When she heard Liu Ping's words, her lost intelligence finally came back. She asked with difficulty: "Uh, Liu Ping, you said I nursed her..."
Liu Ping was still immersed in the mood of comforting others and did not hear the ambiguity in Zhaodi's words. "Your milk is gone, don't be too sad. Crying too much can hurt your eyes."
Zhaodi, who was no longer sad, tried hard to hold back the tears, but they burst out again. The tears dripped down her cheeks. The villagers who saw it shook their heads and said, "How pitiful!"
Zhaodi, who was resurrected on the spot, glanced through the crack in the door at her mother who was sitting cross-legged, with a smile of surviving a disaster in her eyes.
Whoever said her mother died was lacking in virtue!
hey-hey!
Her mother is still practicing yoga in the woodshed!
Good, her mother is still alive! Good!
Zhaodi, who was laughing like a fool behind Liu Ping's back, turned around and quickly put on a sad expression as if his grandmother had died.
The little girl's expression was natural, and the various scenes connected seamlessly, revealing her textbook acting skills that would make her an international film queen in the future.
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