From the Siheyuan to the Heavens Travel Book

After Xu Damao finished eating, he walked around the village, thinking it was time to eat. He looked at the walls of these houses, which were made of layers of compacted soil.

For Xu Damao, if you calm down and look at it, it still has a different flavor. However, these old houses will probably be demolished in another twenty or thirty years. Even if you want to look at them in the end, it will be difficult to look at them again. Here, of course, Xu Damao is not among them.

While Xu Damao was strolling along the dirt road in the village, wondering what the world would be like in the future, Xu Damao heard the cry of a little girl in the distance, accompanied by the beating of a stick.

Originally, Xu Damao didn't want to take care of him anymore, so he was ready to move on. After all, in this day and age, it's very normal to hit children.

In this era, most adults don’t have enough to eat, so generally those who can go out to work have gone out to work, and those who can find jobs have also gone out to find jobs.

There is no one to take care of the children at home, and people in this era are very good at giving birth to children, so it leads to too many naughty children.

Go around and have fun, making yourself look like a mud monkey. When you get home, you can't go home and have a meal of bamboo fried meat, or play a mixed doubles game.

The child at that time was very tough. One day he was beaten until he screamed, but the next day he would act like a normal person and go out to have fun. Unlike today's children, who are untouchable this way and that way.

But when Xu Damao was about to walk over, he heard the child crying and shouting, "You are not my mother, my mother is dead, my mother is dead, help me, daddy, help me, uncles and aunts, help me." help me,

Xu Damao was strolling leisurely in Lijia Village, but not far away, he heard someone beating a child. Originally, this situation was normal in this era. After all, if there were too many children in the family and they were disobedient, then they would be beaten. Then they will be much more honest. Otherwise, how can they manage so many children, when the adults are often not at home?

However, Xu Damao soon heard that something was wrong, because the woman who beat the child really beat the child to death.

There was no stopping at all, and the little girl's screams also went from loud begging for mercy to finally a low begging for mercy and a feeble cry.

Xu Damao was on the side using a trace of spiritual power to protect the child's heart and soul to protect the child's life.

At the beginning, Xu Damao wanted to stop the woman from beating the little girl, but later when he heard that the person was the little girl's stepmother, Xu Damao couldn't control it anymore, so he could only save the little girl's life first. Talking about something else,

Xu Damao saw the little girl. When she was first being beaten, he heard a sentence, "You are not my mother. My mother is dead." Then he shouted for help.

Then Xu Damao heard the sound of the stick hitting the flesh, and it was very hard. After that, Xu Damao could only watch from the sidelines.

In the end, the stepmother who beat the girl beat the little girl until she fainted. Look at the skillful look, this is not the first time that the little girl was knocked unconscious, look at the skillful look.

It's just that she may not have the strength this time. The first few blows were so hard that she beat the little girl half to death in just a few blows, not to mention the dozen or so beatings that followed. If Xu Damao hadn't happened to meet him this time, He also gave the little girl a little magic power to save her life, so the little girl probably wouldn't survive tonight.

At this time, he saw that the surroundings were surrounded by villagers from Lijia Village. They were pointing where they were. When Xu Damao saw this, he knew that this was a common occurrence. If it had only happened once or twice, the surrounding villagers would have come here to persuade and pull people away. Now seeing how calmly they looked at it, it was obvious that the little girl had been beaten not just once or twice. I guess I was beaten like that often,