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At first, I didn’t know what the courtyard was used for. Maybe a rich family built such a courtyard in the mountains due to their boredom, and then gave up living here for various reasons. The once gorgeous courtyard could not withstand the erosion of the years, and gradually Became what it is today.

Many courtyard walls are at risk of collapsing. Be careful when walking down. Such courtyard walls are naturally unable to prevent wild animals and bandits, so there is a circle of thorn bushes transplanted by Taoists later, which cannot be blocked. The entry and exit of bandits can slightly prevent some wild animals from approaching here.

Even so, in the middle of the night when the sun is setting and the moon is rising, you can still hear the sounds of some unknown animals, some are rough, some are fine, if you use your teeth to gnaw bones, it is a creepy sound.

The girls who came here at the beginning, the older ones, were not afraid, but after listening to it for a long time, it was like chickens crowing and insects crowing, and they could fall asleep peacefully accompanied by these sounds.

Ji Mo is still young and doesn’t have his own room, so he rests in a room with his sisters. The original layout of the room is beyond judgment, and now it’s all Datong’s bunk. There are wormholes, but fortunately, it is not so obvious with hay bedding and the like.

There is only one aisle left in the room due to the two rows of big-passage shops. No matter who passes by, they cannot avoid the eyes of others.

Ji Mo sleeps in the inner position, which can better block the wind, but the smell is unavoidable. I don't know when, his five senses have become much more sensitive, and this complicated smell has become difficult to ignore. Every night It is difficult for me to fall asleep, and I can fall asleep with the help of my biological clock until I am too sleepy, which is usually very late at night.

In the dead of night, surrounded by many girls, Ji Mo wanted to think quietly about the restorer, but somehow his thoughts went to the Taoist, and then to the little girl who had left. What kind of family will she be sold to, and what will happen to her in the future.

He wants to ask the benefactor to find a good family for her, but he also knows that no matter how good the family is, they are not here to adopt her daughter, they are always used by the current people. If so, what should I do?

In the general environment of ancient society, is it too extravagant to pay attention to human rights, the freedom and dignity of servants, and welfare benefits?

In many cases, the beauty of this era is always based on the pain of some people.

Just because they don't feel it, the pain is no longer called pain.

Maybe there are still many people who can't help themselves in modern times. They can't choose their favorite schools, favorite majors, favorite jobs, or even use love to generate electricity to maintain their own lives because of their interests.It is inevitable for a person to have too many burdens from birth. Parents’ old-age care, relatives and friends in the future, and offspring that must be faced after growing up... Just thinking about it casually makes my brain explode.

The bottom and walls of the clear pond are sealed so that groundwater containing impurities will not seep in, but does this guarantee that the water inside must be clean?

The surface of the water can reflect the scene of the outside world, so it is true that what is reflected in it will not leave its own shadow in it?

The influence from the outside is all the time, how to keep it pure?

Ji Mo doesn't want to think about many problems. In his heart, he seems to be the student who just got the system and is about to start a new stage of study. He will always be in this state, always in the ivory tower, so there is no need to face it. Facing the reality, facing the society, even the systematic examination system can be like a way to escape, allowing him to quickly escape from all the problems he does not want to face.

However, those problems were just evaded and deliberately ignored, not non-existent.

Just like this ancient times, under the superficial truth, goodness and beauty, there are many ugly sins from the times.

Is the only way for Taoists to survive is to sell girls?He adopted it, sold it after a few years, and exchanged the favor for several years for food to raise other girls. Is it a good deed or an evil deed?

The criteria for judging are blurred at this moment. If he does not sell those girls, he will not have more food to feed others, which means that no more girls will be rescued. He can sell them, raise some and sell them. , the value of the surplus in the middle, the value that allows Taoists to eat meat occasionally, isn't it considered profit?

If it is for profit, it does not need to be regarded as selfless benevolence.

But, is it really a good deed to do so?

Messy thoughts are circling in the mind, and in the dead of night, these things that have never been carefully thought about before will also be entangled at this moment, making people more and more unable to sleep.

Ji Mo turned over and was thinking about clearing his mind. When he was sleeping soundly, he heard a voice from outside the door. Accompanied by the familiar sound of a baby crying, he woke up two girls who were sleeping lightly. Son.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he went out, and when he came back, there was a baby in his arms. A five or six-year-old girl was holding a baby. The posture was so skillful, but the people who watched were worried, afraid She couldn't hold it properly and dropped the baby.

"Another one, there is not enough rice."

The other girl frowned like an adult, looking at the baby purely as a burden.

The baby who was being held didn't know it, but now she stopped crying and laughed, waving her little hands.

"what……"

The girl noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the hand waving in her sight, so she held it back and looked at it, comparing it with her own, "There is an extra finger!"

The forked finger from the root of the little finger looked like a soft worm. It looked weird and disgusting, and the girl almost threw the baby out of her arms.

The other girl couldn't hide the anger on her face. The moonlight that couldn't be covered by the torn window paper fell on them, allowing people to see some of the scenes in the house clearly.

"If you don't eat this kind of food, you still throw it here, it's really disgusting!"

The girl said so, quickly put down the swaddle, and patted herself, as if afraid of getting something dirty just now.

Hearing the two five or six-year-old girls say such words so naturally, Ji Mo's heart kept sinking and sinking.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Ji Mo asked and sat up, as if he had woken up from the low voice.

"It's nothing, you go to sleep."

The two girls are very sensible and know that Ji Mo's status is still higher than them. Even if Ji Mo never shows such superiority, they consciously don't disturb each other's normal work and rest with these messy things.

Seen as children, I don't know whether to lament their maturity, or to lament the horror of this ancient times, forcing children of this age to grow up early.

"Is it the new sister?"

As Ji Mo said, he still got up and wanted to come over to have a look. Seeing this, the girl who was closest to the swaddling baby hurriedly hid the swaddling baby behind him, not letting him see it, coaxing him and saying, "It's nothing." ,go to sleep."

The other girl also followed suit, as if she wanted to hide the existence of this baby so that she could be discarded.

Don't you think it's weird to throw it away?The same girl who has suffered misery, but she does not have the same compassion and sympathy for others, but is more mean.

"I saw it. My sister is hiding a younger sister, a new sister."

Ji Mo spoke in a low voice, as if he had already seen some kind of truth, with a childlike mischievousness.

"Well, new here."

The girl reluctantly agreed, but didn't let Ji Mo look at it, as if she was afraid that his eyes would be dirty if he looked at it, she hugged him and coaxed him to sleep.

Lie down again, Ji Mo quietly closed his eyes, that's all, at least the baby can live until tomorrow and be officially seen by him.

About a month later, the Taoist came back. He was carrying a big basket with a corner of the swaddling baby exposed on his back, and he could hear crying from time to time. After swaddling, you can see the cloth bag containing grain below.

The eyes of the girls were shining, watching the Taoist inspect the house and then distribute the rice grains in the bags. This time the rice grains did not seem to be much. Ji Mo followed the Taoist priest into the house, calling for Daddy, wanting to ask the little one Where was the girl sold to?

The Taoist didn't go into details, he only said that he was a good man and sent him away. After Ji Mo left, he removed two slender cloth bags from his legs, which were also food. Brown rice is better and worth more.

In the cloth belt wrapped around his waist, there are still some broken money wrapped in layers. This time the income is quite good, which shows that the times are getting better, and this business may not last long.

Serious prostitutes will soon occupy this market and gather the girls here. They may not be patient in raising children, but they will send unwanted children to orphanages to raise them carelessly, and wait until they grow up. It's okay to take it away.

Taoists do not do this full-time. When the times change, they have to consider whether to start their old business.

The outstretched hand was fiddling with broken silver pieces, some of which were not as big as melon seeds. The index finger of the right hand was obviously shortened by a knuckle, and the top was like a small sarcoid. I can't see anything about the package, but it's so special, and it's even more terrifying. Many times, Taoists stretch their sleeves to cover their fingertips naturally, so that people can't see this place.

At this place, I feel terrified when I look at it, and I seem to be able to think of the pain of the severed finger and the despair at that time, and I dare not express the hatred in my heart. Chills down the spine, those people, those people...

After touching the big beards on their faces, they must have forgotten themselves. Who would recognize such a small person who can only fake?