Hu Guihua agreed and was about to go look for him.

The foster mother said in a tearful voice: "Call Daya and ask her to give some money. It's so cold now. Make two more sets of cotton clothes for Xiaofu to wear. Be more diligent and keep him clean."

"This child has a hard time. He has a bad brain since he was young and everyone laughs at him."

Hu Guihua's heart suddenly felt heavy, as if someone was holding her head down and pushing her into dark cold water, making it hard for her to breathe.

It's okay that she has a hard life. They raised her and she has supported their family all their lives. That's enough. Why do they take it for granted that her daughters should continue to provide blood transfusions to this broken family?

Daya and Erya have been working outside for so many years, and their adoptive mother has never asked them whether their work was going well, whether they suffered hardships, or whether they were bullied. When she mentioned them, the only thing she asked about was money.

Both children went out to school when they were 16 or 17 years old. When others were in school, they were working. They were already pitiful enough.

How could she have the nerve to ask them for money.

"Hua? Are you there? Say something."

Hu Guihua, the adoptive mother, is not only blind, but also sensitive and fragile, and she cries easily all day long.

When she raised Hu Guihua to the age of seven or eight when she was able to work, she kept telling her in her ear that it was not easy to raise her, that her two brothers were sick and pitiful, and that she was the only normal person in the family. The family had to rely on her to support it, otherwise, the four of them would have to hang themselves.

"Flower, you must be a person with a conscience, otherwise, everyone will poke your spine."

She was afraid that Hu Guihua would run away halfway. There was a girl in the next village whose mother was mentally ill. After she went out to work, she never came back and married far away.

Completely abandoned that home.

She had raised this girl with great difficulty, she couldn't let her run away.

Hu Guihua didn't say anything, so her foster mother kept calling out, "Hua, Hua, are you there? Hua?"

Just like Tang Monk chanting sutras, she wouldn't feel tired even if she chanted it a hundred times.

Even Sun Wukong, who could transform into 72 different forms, was controlled by such a spell.

Hu Guihua frowned and turned away.

On the way to find Hu Xiaofu, Hu Guihua couldn't help but recall how good her adoptive mother had been to her since she was a child.

Okay? Not bad, I can't see it with my eyes, I just cursed a few times.

However, her adoptive father was the one who beat her. He slapped her in the face for the first wrong move. Later, she heard her adoptive mother and father talking secretly.

"Don't keep hitting her. She's a grown-up girl. She needs to keep her dignity. If you beat her away, who will support our family in the future?"

"Da Fu and Xiao Fu are both ill. After we die, who will take care of them? They are only in their twenties and have another 40 to 50 years to live. If not Gui Hua, who will take care of them?"

The adoptive father stopped doing that, but when he saw her drink one more sip of soup or eat one more bite of pickles, he would glare at her and snort harshly.

It was only when she was so frightened that she dared not move that it was over.

She was walking on the road in a daze, when she suddenly heard the laughter of children, mixed with Hu Xiaofu's silly laugh.

She hurried over and saw a group of seven or eight-year-old children surrounding a tall man under a jujube tree, making fun of him, throwing stones at him and making faces.

Some mean kids said to him, "Xiaofu, hurry up and learn how to crawl like a dog and bark like a dog, then I'll ask them to play with you."

"Oh, it's so boring to play this. Let him shed his dead seeds and see what he looks like underneath." There were even worse children laughing.

Hu Xiaofu was stupid. Even though there were only a group of children in front of him, he was strong enough to beat them. However, with an IQ of only three or four years old, he really took off his pants.

"Haha, he's going to drag it out. Haha."

Many people say that children are innocent, but Hu Guihua has seen the cruel side of some children when facing the weak since she was a child.

Some children think kittens and puppies are cute and rare, and want to play with them and hold them.

Some children, however, would kick a palm-sized puppy away with shining eyes, or even step on it to death.

She was bullied when she was a child, and people like Dafu and Xiaofu who have mental problems are even more likely to be bullied.

She walked over with a cold face and first pulled Hu Xiaofu's belt: "Xiaofu, didn't I tell you that you can't take off your pants except when you go to the toilet?"

"If you don't listen, I won't buy you meat."

When Hu Xiaofu heard that there would be no meat to eat, he immediately obeyed.

Hu Guihua looked at the two children who had just made a scene and asked, "Your parents told you to pull your pants down outside? Why don't you pull your pants down at school?"

A child of seven or eight years old, in the second grade of primary school, how could he not know that dragging pants in front of others is a bad thing?

They knew it was not good, and they deliberately wanted to make fun of Hu Xiaofu and bully him, so they instigated him.

"What's it to you, old bitch?"

"Exactly, who do you think you are!"

All four members of Hu Quezi's family are disabled. When they had no food to eat, he grabbed a crutch, pulled his blind wife with a rope, and took his two demented sons who had already died, to the market to beg for food.

Their family was the lowest class in Hujia Village, and even the children dared to bully them.

"I dare to hit you!" Hu Guihua raised her eyes and said viciously.

After all, they were still children. When they saw the other timid children running away, they quickly chased after them.

Hu Xiaofu said stupidly: "Eat meat, I want to eat meat."

Hu Guihua nodded: "Yes, eat meat."

When they returned, the foster mother heard the voice and realized that it was Hu Guihua who brought her little son back. Then she smiled, it seemed that this daughter still listened to her.

Hu Guihua numbly did what she did every day.

My adoptive mother is blind. She said she can’t do anything because she is blind.

In the evening, Hu Guihua brought her foot-washing water as usual. Usually, she washed her feet, but today, she said, "Mom, wash your feet yourself."

The adoptive mother, who closed her eyes tightly and waited for her adopted daughter to wash her feet, suddenly froze in expression: "Hua, what's wrong? I'm your mother, do you dislike me?"

"No." Hu Guihua said in a cold tone: "I told you a few years ago that Cao Tianwang beat me and hurt my waist. Whenever I bend over, it hurts a lot, but I have been enduring the pain to take care of you."

"I really can't stand it today. I plan to go to the health center tomorrow."

The foster mother couldn't see and grabbed the corner of her clothes anxiously: "What are you looking at? I heard that you sounded fine. The hospital spent a lot of money. When your father and Dafu died, they were taken back from the hospital and died. How much did they spend? The debt has not been paid yet."

"Life was so difficult at home. I was blind and couldn't do anything. Xiaofu was a fool and didn't know anything. We suffered so much and we were also in pain, but we didn't even ask to go to the health center."