The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 421 The host is the match girl (3)

It snowed all night and did not stop until dawn, and the fire was almost extinguished.

She tied the pine branches together with Christmas tree decorations to make a simple and rough shoe sole, and then plucked up a handful of dry grass from the corner and fixed it on the pine board, then made the upper with kraft paper, and a pair of shoes was completed .

I tried it, and it was a little uncomfortable. Although the kraft paper was separated, the kraft paper was hard, and the pine branches were also hard, but at least I didn't have to step directly on the cold snow.

Carrying a small satchel, Su also rubbed his arms and walked slowly, carrying a bit of kraft paper and pine branches on his back, selling matches.

After Christmas, there are still no people on the road. Even if someone saw and heard it, no one would stop to buy a match.

The original owner came out to sell matches far away from home, and Su also wanted to go back now, and it was almost dark.

[Host, aren't you cold? You can exchange for shoes and food. 】

Seeing her trembling, Zhuzi was very distressed.

"Don't you think it's boring to be too open?"

Su also refused.

【……All right. 】

Pillar speechless
It was almost noon, and it was snowing again. With a sigh, Su also found a place to rest, and took off the pine branches and kraft paper he carried on his back to keep warm.

The food is gone, but I should be able to get home tonight.

Rubbing her hands, Su Yejing waited for the snow to stop.

The snow didn't fall for long this time, and Su also waited until the pine branches were almost burnt, then got up and set off.

Finally, as it was getting dark, she arrived home.

There was smoke rising from the chimney, and the smell of food wafted out. After swallowing a mouthful, I became even hungrier.

Raising his hand, Su also rubbed his frozen face, adjusted his expression, and knocked on the door.

A man's voice sounded from inside, and soon the door opened, and a drunken man cursed and opened the door:

"Who... Why are you back, you dead girl, have you sold the matches?"

Jim didn't care what happened to Su Ye at all, he only cared about whether she made money.

Sniffing, Su also put the little basket in his arms, and looked at the drunk man in front of him with fear:

"I'm sorry Dad, there is no one on the road, I didn't sell it!"

With her head lowered, she held the small basket uneasily, her voice was weak and cowardly and fearful that could not be concealed.

Jim was already emotionally unstable after drinking, and when he heard that she hadn't sold a single match, he flew into a rage and was about to fall over with the bottle in his hand.

A woman's voice came from behind:
"Which one is coming?"

She is the original owner's stepmother.

"Who else could it be, isn't it that dead girl who asked her to sell matches, but didn't sell a single one, and dared to go home and eat plain rice? Let's see if I don't beat her to death today!"

Jim was aggressive, and Rebecca, who was cooking, came over wearing an apron.

Seeing that Su Ye was carrying a small basket, how many matches were there when he left, and there were still matches when he came back, and his face was also ugly, but he glanced outside, touched Jim, and said:
"Okay, no matter what, let her in first, otherwise people won't know what to say about us if they see her!"

Jim snorted:
"Then I don't care, you can settle this dead girl."

After finishing speaking, he turned around drunkenly and left with the wine bottle in his hand.

Rebecca glared at Su Ye impatiently, saw that she was wearing shoes made of pine paper kraft paper, frowned, dragged her into the room, and slammed the door shut.

(End of this chapter)