Once you've eaten your fill, it's time to get to work.
Ganbatte.
It's the off-season for farming now, so there's not much to do. Fan Xiaofan also doesn't have any work arrangements.
This gave Fan Xiaofan time to settle things at home. With the village chief's help, Fan Xiaofan rode in an oxcart to the small county town today.
Fan Xiaofan felt great. Although the oxcart was bumpy, it was much easier than the last time when her feet were blistered.
The old man driving the cart waved to Fan Xiaofan and told her when the cart would be returning, so she wouldn't be late.
Fan Xiaofan obediently responded.
She planned to exchange the compressed biscuits and bread rolls she got from the mall for some money and food coupons. She vaguely remembered that there was a black market in the small county, but she was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know where it was, so she could only wander around aimlessly.
Furthermore, this matter cannot be asked of the villagers. Inquiring about the black market is a serious matter these days, and no one wants to get involved.
She's just arrived in the village, and even if someone in the village knows, they wouldn't dare tell her that.
Fan Xiaofan was wandering around the small county town when he passed through a small alley and heard a commotion ahead, with a group of onlookers.
She scratched her head and asked the person next to her, "What's wrong?"
"Oh dear, it's just kids fighting, nothing serious..."
Fan Xiaofan looked in the direction the woman carrying the basket was pointing and saw a small child covered in wounds being surrounded by several older children who were relentlessly punching him.
The child curled up, his gaze accidentally meeting Fan Xiaofan's. His eyes were like those of a wolf cub, filled with bloodlust and darkness, as if he could not see the light and had lost all hope.
The children looked fierce and hit him, but he just curled up and didn't dodge, letting them hit him hard. If he hadn't bitten his lip so hard that blood seeped out, he probably wouldn't have felt any pain at all.
Didn't you see that the child doesn't make a sound?
Fan Xiaofan had never seen such a scene before. A crowd of people surrounded him, pointing and whispering with an indifferent attitude.
They said the child was almost beaten to death, but no one stepped forward to stop it.
Fan Xiaofan suddenly felt a sense of fear. How terrifying must it be if everyone turns a blind eye to someone in distress?
Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Stop hitting me."
As soon as Fan Xiaofan spoke, an old woman grabbed her and hurriedly said, "Young lady, don't meddle in other people's business. It must be that the Tian family boy has been stealing food again, and his brothers are disciplining him."
But the child was frighteningly thin, not at all like someone who would steal food.
Fan Xiaofan frowned.
The child twitched his lips, as if to say something, but in the end he swallowed his bitter words, and his once bright eyes dimmed again.
It's as if there's no light left.
Through the door, an adult's voice came through, seemingly thinking it was too unsightly to attract people to watch the children fight, and called the children back.
The crowd dispersed, but Fan Xiaofan's steps seemed rooted to the spot.
A child who should only need to be happy, if there is no light in his eyes, how disappointed he must be in this world.
The little boy was all alone, huddled in the corner of the wall. If it weren't for his still-rising chest, one might have thought he was dead.
Just a door away from him, he heard the voices of several children: "Grandma, where are my boiled eggs? I'm so tired!"
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