Private pet of the reborn Duke

Although the lewd and useless guy didn't die, he just choked on a few sips of water, but the owner of the garden knew about it, and was so angry that he threw Ming Ling, who was only four years old at the time, into the cowshed and asked him to take care of all the animals every day. Cows also need to be milked, brushed, and fed on time.

Like a free coolie, Mingling lived to the age of ten with amazing perseverance.

During the six years in between, he also heard that the queen had appointed a grand duke in the manor in a nearby town, and that he was the most elegant and graceful gentleman in the world.It is said that his blue eyes are always smiling, that all around him, whether they are stewards or servants, are well taken care of, no one mistreats them, no one suffers, no one suffers from unfinished chores, everyone will Get everything you deserve.

While yearning for a better life, Mingling lived among milk and hay. Fortunately, he had to milk fresh milk every day, otherwise, how could Mingling's small body be able to survive the high-intensity coolie work? Support until ten years old?

In the bullpen, Mingling was happier.He can talk to the cows, chat with the chickens, ducks and geese who come to visit, and no annoying young master dares to come in with the smell of flies to bully him.

But he still has to go out and bring in some new hay. At this time, there will often be some pranks waiting for him at a good time.For example, the forks of the fork were buried under the grass, and these things happened to be at the gate of the cowshed, so that Mingling stepped on them and hit his eyes with stars, bleeding profusely, and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.Whenever this happens, there will be a lot of laughter around, no matter whether it is long-term workers, Filipino maids or children, no one dares to help him, and some are even a little bored, and they will wait to see how those young masters and ladies will clean up this little devil.

However, since he was called a little devil, how could Ming Ling give in casually? He couldn't forget what the three black-winged guys said in his dream.So Mingling poured a glass of spoiled milk at the door of the cowshed every day, spread a thin layer of moldy fodder, and then poured a bucket of clean water.When he was about to fork the grass the next day, he would hear all kinds of screams of being slipped and tripped, followed by all kinds of curses.At such a time, Ming Ling would stick out his small head and look innocently at the person who fell outside: What's wrong?Why did the young master and miss come to the cowshed? There are often things like cow dung, spoiled milk, and moldy fodder here.

So, although he used the same method, the young masters and ladies who had been fooled several times finally gave up the cowshed door and turned to the haystack.

They put stones in the haystacks, cut a few shallow marks on the tied straw ropes with a sharp sickle, and then hid behind the houses between the haystacks and the cowshed to watch secretly.

Ming Ling only suffered once - he found the hay was too heavy when he carried it, so he put it down immediately, found the stone immediately, and saw that the hay rope was cut off partly.From then on, Mingling took the straw rope to the threshing ground to tie back bundles of freshly dried hay, and the cows liked it more and grew better.

Gradually, Mingling grew taller and taller, with a thin and strong body. Due to the long-term carrying of heavy loads, he only grew to a medium height. He had a face that was locked in the cowshed all day long, with white skin. Inherited from the owner of the garden, but still has pimples all over his face, his hands and feet are stretched with a pitchfork all day long, milking milk, and stepping on cow dung and milk, it has already soaked layer after layer A layer of rotten skin that peels off and grows, grows and falls off again, under repeated fungal infections, I don't know how much medicine I need to apply in modern times to get better.

But Mingling still has a nightmare in his heart that cannot fade away like rotten skin:

On the night of his tenth birthday, after milking the cows late, four older brothers rushed in.They kicked over the milk bucket one by one, and shouted drunkenly: "Little devil, little bastard, you piece of garbage that no one wants to touch, why are you still alive, why are you still using your pair of hands?" Dirty paws to milk the cows?"

They shouted and scolded, poured buckets of milk on Mingling's body, and then beat him vigorously with a pitchfork. , even surpassing the cross mark on the chest.

They were tired and not satisfied, as if they were going to expand and replenish all the pranks they had made in the past few years, and on such a cold night, they stripped Ming Ling and dragged him to the edge of the pond in the yard, making his face Sticking to the water, they yelled, "Look at yourself, the devil's face! Who do you look like? You're not like your black mother, and you're not like our father!"

As they said that, they presented Mingling's body in the water shadow, and gave him a slap in the face amidst Mingling's cries: "Look at this again, what is this, a slanted bloody cross, rebellious?" Or, born mark! You devil! You are not from our family at all, you are not human, you understand! Why don't you go back to hell with your satan! Look at your rotten hands and feet, your To be born is a disgrace and a crime to our family!"

Their yelling has long attracted all the people in the manor, even the owner of the manor was alarmed.But everyone just gathered around and watched, just like what those low-spirited guys said, they all thought this was an ominous child, if the mayor hadn't confessed that he couldn't be killed, if it wasn't for this guy, how many other things could he do? For one thing, they threw the little devil into the fire and burned him to death!How could anyone pity him?

The scars on Mingling Hun's body were pinched by the young masters and the pain became more and more unbearable. He wanted to cry but wanted to be strong, so he clenched his teeth tightly, his lips and gums were bleeding from the bite, mixed with silent tears, Just like the sweat and blood on my body, it dripped into the pond little by little.

"Pu Tong!" Ming Ling was thrown into the cold pond.He couldn't help but want to scream anymore, his whole body was in pain everywhere, and the ice cubes mixed with ice water soaked the scars all over his body, making him almost fainted, but he was extremely awake.

He opened his mouth to shout, but gulped his fill. For a moment, both his body and his body were surrounded by ice cold. Finally, he passed out as he wished, without feeling any more pain.

He didn't know how long it took before he woke up, and he felt that he was lying comfortably in a place that didn't smell like hay.He couldn't help thinking: I must be dead, how can I be so comfortable.If I had known, I would have died sooner.