Chapter 74 The Real World
The boy Mo's cautious appearance seems to be afraid of hurting his mother's self-esteem, more like he is afraid that his mother will be unhappy.
Bei Yutang frowned, and the boy Mo shrank his neck in fright, and stood there stiffly, motionless, obediently waiting for the rattan to come down.
Seeing his subconscious reaction, Bei Yutang sighed slightly and couldn't help greeting Mu Zhitao in his heart.
What a sin!
"You do it."
Bei Yutang didn't try to be stubborn, and handed the flint and flint to the boy Mo.
As the daughter of the Hou Mansion and the concubine of King Jin, Bei Yutang has never had a fire in her life. Even the face-level world where the mission is performed is also a status without food and clothing, and there is no need to do such heavy work.
The boy Mo looked at the flint in his hand, and then at the smiling mother.
The mother was not angry, and the little man could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Bei Yutang stood by and watched the boy Mo skillfully ignite the firewood with flint, and skillfully add firewood and blow the fire.
The matter of burning the fire, Bei Yutang gave it to the boy Mo with confidence, she found the wooden barrel and washed it clean.
It is not easy to find a complete wooden barrel in this homeless home. Speaking of which, this wooden barrel is still an object brought out by Muzhitao when she was driven out in order to anger her mother-in-law Lin.
Boil a pot of water, pour it into a wooden bucket, use cold water to adjust the temperature to the right temperature, and clean the kid Motuo.
When he saw under the clothes, the small body that was so thin that only skin and bones remained. The small body was covered with bruises and bruises, and there were many scars on it.
These scars are old and new, especially seeing the traces of rattan on the thin back of the boy, Bei Yutang frowned tightly, and his eyes were slightly cold.
She knew that these injuries were all from the hands of Muzhipeach.
Memory is memory, and reality is reality. When memory and reality overlap, the impact is far more ferocious than what is seen in memory.
Damn Muzhimoo, this vicious woman!
Fortunately, she is dead, otherwise if she treats the kid like this, sooner or later, the kid will be beaten to death by her.
Bei Yutang couldn't help but feel fortunate that she came to replace the vicious woman.
When Bei Yutang's chubby fingers touched the wound on his body, the little guy's body froze, and he didn't dare to move. His slightly trembling body betrayed his inner fear and fear.
"Does it still hurt?"
The boy Mo felt the warm touch on his back, there was no expected pinching or pinching, only a gentle touch, a warm current flowed up his body, and the warmth flowed all over his body.
"It doesn't hurt." Nuo Nuo's voice sounded.
"If anyone dares to beat you in the future, you must fight back. You can't stand there stupidly and let people beat you. If you can't beat you, hide." Bei Yutang took the opportunity to teach.
The boy Mo raised his head, his eyes as black as graphite stared at her for a moment.
Mother has become so strange.
He didn't understand, but he nodded obediently, taking his mother's words to heart.
Bei Yutang carried him into the wooden barrel. The moment the man reached the wooden barrel, the water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
囧, is not it, do you want to be so dirty!
In this bath, Xiao Zimo used three pots of hot water to wash him from head to toe. The first bucket of water was washed down, but I didn't know it was soy sauce.
It took a lot of effort to finally wash the boy ink clean. After washing the dirty little face, I didn't expect it to be a white and tender little face, with those black and bright eyes like grapes, not to mention how beautiful, just like a little lady.