Bamboo branch girl

Termites are eating the dilapidated beams, wood chips are falling on the dry straw, and the old cattle in the cowshed are neighing.The night was as quiet as water, and the moon shone down on the roof of the cowshed covered with straw, sprinkled with a touch of white.

Until late at night, when the moon was covered by dark clouds, the straw was wetted by the dense drizzle. It could not carry the heavy rainwater, and the rain was allowed to drip onto the back of the old scalper from the gap between the straws.

The old scalper woke up and yelled loudly, as if calling for the owner to wake him up from his sleep and repair the cowshed.

The girl leaning on the back of the bull rubbed her eyes and smelled the smell of mud around her.

She walked barefoot to the thin bamboo bushes outside the cowshed, and her hair was instantly covered with fluffy raindrops.She squatted down and dug a small amount of dirt on the spot, and stuffed it in her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.

She has a small appetite and is full in a few bites.

For Zhuji, there is nothing more delicious than soil in this world.After she finished eating, she lay back on the old scalper's back again, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke the horns of the scalper.

The old scalper felt the girl's gentle and healing breath, and quickly settled down.Even if the rain became heavier and the sound of dripping on the cow's back became louder and louder, it could still fall into a deep sleep, as if surrounded by only the fragrance of fragrance.

The owner of the scalper was finally awakened by the sudden heavy rain.

Its owner is a handsome country uncle.

The uncle put on the straw coir raincoat indiscriminately, took several large bundles of straw, hurried to the cowshed, set up a ladder and prepared to put the straw on the roof of the shed.A gust of wind blew by, the cowshed was on the verge of falling, and the ladder wobbled unsteadily a few times. The uncle hurriedly stopped still to stabilize his weight.

When the wind was not too strong, the uncle sweated a little, got down from the ladder, and then saw the peaceful sleeping face of the old scalper.

It appears to be dead.

If the cow does not bark, it is dead.If the cow does not move, it is considered dead.The fact that the cow is not breathing can really prove that it is dead.A cow's lifespan is short, it dies of old age.

However, the uncle is not sad, his only worry is: Who will plow the land when the cow is dead?

The uncle also found a sleeping bamboo girl lying on the back of the cow. She looked very cute.So he became guilty, and since the scalper died, he took the child to the city to exchange some money, so as to make up for the loss.

He smoothly untied a rope from the post of the cowshed, and bound Zhuji's hands and feet.

However, his every move happened to be seen by his mother.

The uncle's mother is a strong old woman, and the man's strength may not be as strong as hers.

The old woman grabbed the uncle by the ear and dragged him out of the cowshed.She swiftly untied the ropes on Zhuji's hands and feet, and flung the whole bundle to the uncle's face.She picked up Zhuji and went back to the house.

There was thunder and wind, but Zhuji still didn't wake up, she was in a deep sleep.The old lady wiped Zhuji's body carefully, and carefully helped her put on neat clothes.

When the old woman covered Zhuji with a quilt, Zhuji suddenly opened her eyes, stood up abruptly and hugged her knees and huddled against the corner of the wall, her whole body trembling.The old woman was also taken aback by her sudden move.

Afterwards, the old woman asked Zhuji's name and where her family lived.But no matter what questions she asked, she kept her mouth tightly shut, staring at the bamboo outside the window with a pair of moist eyeballs, motionless.

The old woman couldn't help it, she just sighed and stayed with her until dawn.

Early the next morning, the old woman boiled a pot of sweet white porridge, filled a bowl, handed it to Zhuji's mouth, and said, "My child, eat some porridge to warm your body."

Zhuji shook her head.She only eats dirt, not human food.

The old woman had to let it go, and she couldn't force the child to eat.But the child can't do without eating breakfast, which annoys her terribly.

"Aniang, what's wrong with her?" The uncle opened the door and came in. He had just returned from killing a cow, his hands were covered in blood, and his whole body smelled like beef.

Generally speaking, when a cow dies, everyone will choose to kill the cow, keep a part of the meat that is enough to eat, and sell the rest to get back the money.

The old woman sighed: "Alas... I just sat here last night, and she didn't answer any questions."

The uncle squatted down and approached Zhuji, and asked, "Where is your house? Why is your body so dirty?"

Seeing blood on his hands, Zhuji put the quilt over her head in fear.

The old lady aimed at the uncle's head, and knocked it down with her knuckles: "Look at your wretched appearance, you are going to scare her. Go, go, go to work!"

The uncle was wronged and said: "Mother, there is nothing to do this season."

The old woman slapped the uncle on the head again: "Eat mountains by the mountains, and eat the sea by the sea. What do you mean without work? Now that there is one more child, there is one more ration. Don't forget that your father is still lying on the bed after a stroke. "

Like a child, the uncle touched his head, which was hurting from the beating, and said, "Anyway, she doesn't say anything, and she doesn't know who she is. In my opinion, just sell it..."

The tough old lady poked his forehead with her finger: "Do you still have a conscience! Don't even think about it! What if a relative comes to look for it? Don't be dazed, go to work!"

The uncle is still quibbling: "There are no cows, so what work is there?"

The old woman tugged at her son's ear and said, "You can figure it out yourself. Anyway, don't think about this kid."

Hearing their conversation getting louder, Zhuji thought they were arguing, she lifted a corner of the quilt, only revealing a pair of eyes, and said softly: "...I'm sorry... Zhuji tried... , but it doesn't live."

At this time, both the uncle and the old lady were stunned, and Zhuji's soft voice immediately softened their hearts.In addition, Zhu Ji's speech was not continuous, and the sentences were not clear, and it was difficult for them to understand the meaning of Zhu Ji's words.

Last night, Zhuji really tried hard to revive the old scalper, almost exhausting all her demon power.It's a pity that she can only heal, but doesn't know resurrection, so she waded on the old scalper's back for a while, sending it on its last journey.

Because of this, the old woman loved Zhuji very much and took her in until her family came to pick her up.But every time she asked who Zhuji's family was, she said she couldn't remember, which made it impossible for the old woman to send Zhuji home.

Since I don't remember, then...

After confirming that Zhuji's family would not look for her, the uncle's evil intentions began to grow again. He always wanted to send Zhuji away, after all, their family was too poor.

He just thought that if Zhuji could be sent to the city, she could be a lady, and he could collect some money so that he could marry a wife!

The uncle's appearance is not bad, but he lacks money and is still in debt. No one is willing to marry his daughter to him.

Since it is a gift from heaven, why not make good use of it?

A few nights later, when the old lady fell asleep and relaxed her vigilance, the uncle sneaked into Zhuji's room.

In the middle of the night, he thought that Zhu Ji was asleep too, but when he turned his head, Zhu Ji was still by the window staring at the few bamboos outside!Not only at night, but whenever she has time, she will stare at the bamboo.

The uncle approached quietly, handed her a paper pinwheel, and coaxed and said to her: "Come on, uncle will take you to the city to play?"

Zhuji shook the paper pinwheel and threw it away without saying a word.

Uncle is petrified and stiff, this is a paper pinwheel he has folded for a long time... This brat is too ungrateful!

"If you don't speak, it's a tacit consent." The uncle took Zhuji off the window sill as a matter of course, and took her hand to walk out.

"Please..." Zhuji stood still.

"Huh?" The uncle was completely dumbfounded.

"Please... Please let Zhuji go home..." Zhuji's tears rolled in her eyes.After thinking for several days, she finally remembered where her home was. She wanted to go home very much now, never before.

"Home? Where is your home?" The uncle was nervous in his heart. He was afraid that if Zhuji's family came to find him, it would be big trouble!

Zhuji thought for a while and replied, "Bamboo Forest."

The uncle asked: "Do you mean the bamboo forest in the back mountain leading to the next village?"

Takehime nodded.

"It burned down a month ago, and now there are only a few stumps left. If the head of the next-door village hadn't occupied it, we would have used it to cultivate the land. Who would want to be poor?" the uncle said in his heart. Relaxing a little, he was sure that the child didn't remember where his home was at all, because the bamboo forest was indeed uninhabited.

"Why did it burn?" Zhuji asked.

She even said that she even forgot when the bamboo forest was burned.

"If it burns, it will burn. There is no reason. It is almost dawn, come with me. When you go to the city, you will worry about food and clothing. Why are you still staying in this ghost place?" The uncle was asked a lot. Getting impatient, he dragged Zhuji away abruptly.

"What's in the city?" Zhuji asked while following him.

"It's a place where many people live, and there are many markets, which are very bustling." The uncle walked more and more hurriedly, walking forward without looking back.Seeing the dawn break in the sky, he became more and more anxious.If people in the village saw him dragging a child away, he might really be regarded as a human trafficker.

Because he has no children.

Moreover, he was indeed doing the work of a human trafficker, so he was very guilty.

Suddenly, Zhuji stood still and did not leave, but raised her head and asked, "Is Huang in the city?"

In order to try to get out of the village before dawn, the uncle simply hugged Zhuji and said perfunctorily, "I'm here, I'm here."

"Can Zhuji go...to find Huang in the city?" Zhuji paused, and then said, "Huang...Master Huang is Zhuji's most...respected person!"

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As she spoke, Zhuji's face was flushed with blush, she turned her head and covered her mouth with her long sleeves.

"By the way, uncle, I didn't ask you...well...you can, you can, you can do anything! Go to the city and do anything! Let's go! Don't ask why!" He has endured it for a long time, and if he continues, he will Miss the best good time.

"Please...excuse me...what's your uncle's name?" Zhuji remembered what the little fat man said, that if you want to know someone, you have to exchange names with each other, and she always kept it firmly in her mind.

The uncle is about to cry, he has lived for so long, and has never seen such a troublesome kid.

The author has something to say: After Zhuji was burned, her fangirl attributes became more serious.