Quickly wear the salted fish and don’t lie flat

Even the three women, who had seen all kinds of life in prison, were stunned on the spot after hearing Wuya's story.

Mrs. Liu sighed: "We women! We have a hard life! It's okay for people who love their daughters. At least during the years when they were girls in their parents' families, they would always have some easy and happy lives. Once they get married, the good days will come to an end. .”

Mrs. Zhang also sighed: "If you are reincarnated into a family that doesn't treat girls as human beings, you will grow up in bitter waters from birth. You will suffer all kinds of grievances in your mother's family. When you get to your husband's family, you will be even more tortured. You can only endure it!" Hold on! Hold on until you become a mother-in-law, your son grows up, and your grandson is born, and you are old! You are old! You are useless! How many days can you enjoy happiness in your life? "

Mother-in-law Zhu gently patted Sang Ye's head and sighed: "Good boy, don't be afraid. Not all mothers-in-law in the world are like that old godly woman. There are still people who are sensible and kind. When the time comes, let's open our eyes." Big eyes, choose well!”

Sang Ye looked up at her blankly. It took him a while to realize, was Aunt Zhu afraid that she might get married?

Sang Ye packed up his mood and walked to the door of Wuya's cell with heavy steps.

Sang Ye knelt down and looked carefully at Wu Ya, who was lying motionless on the ground.

How desperate she must be when her hair turns gray overnight!

Wuya's body was stained with blood, and the thirty-year plank came down. Even though the yamen man who was holding the plank released the water, Wuya still suffered a serious crime. Now that he was thrown into the prison, he was a little confused.

She hadn't eaten much for a few days, experienced great tragedy in life, made a big fuss out of anger, and suffered thirty beatings. She was just in a state of confusion, but she was already fine.

Sang Ye shouted twice: "Wuya...Wuya..."

Wuya lay motionless on the ground.

Sang Ye was a little anxious and ran back to the hut to get the key to her cell, opened the door, squatted next to her, and looked at her wounds carefully.

Flesh torn!

He touched her forehead again, it was already starting to feel warm.

Wu Ya lay quietly on the ground, her figure was so thin that she was just skin and bones. Sang Ye saw that her hands were covered in scars, and some of her fingers were missing their fingernails.

How painful it must be for her to dig her daughter's grave with bare hands!

Gently raising her head, Sang Ye shouted twice more in a low voice: "Wuya... Wuya..."

Wuya's eyelids moved, but still didn't open.

At this time, Mrs. Zhu came over with a bowl of water and a bowl of thick porridge.

"Auntie, I can't wake her up."

Sang Ye's voice was full of helplessness.

Mrs. Zhu sighed, put the bowl on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Get up first, let me do it!"

Sang Ye stood up obediently and stood aside.

Mrs. Zhu gently raised her head, tore off a piece of inner clothing, rolled the cloth into a ball, dipped it in the water in the bowl, and gently wiped Wuya's chapped lips.

Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zhang also came over with medicine for wounds.

Even though Wuya was alive in a few days, they still wanted her to be in less pain before she left.

The four people carefully cut off Wuya's clothes that were stuck to her flesh, applied wound medicine to her, and changed her into clean prison clothes.

Wuya had already started to have a high fever, maybe there was no hope of survival. No matter what they did, they couldn't pry her mouth open.

Her body was resisting, resisting to live, she wanted to die!

Mrs. Zhu sighed and whispered: "Forget it! Don't torture her anymore."

Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zhang packed their things in silence and left the cell.

Sang Ye looked deeply at Wu Ya for a long time, and left the cell in silence.

Before going off duty, Sang Ye came to see her again. By this time, her face was already flushed with fever, her lips were chapped, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was whimpering meaninglessly.

At this time, there were only Mulberry Ye and Wuya who had a high fever in the prison. Mulberry Ye took the bowl next to her and quietly crushed an antipyretic medicine into the water in the bowl.

He stirred it with his fingers, raised Wuya's head, removed her chin, and poured the water into her mouth.

This medicine can not only reduce fever, but also relieve pain. I hope it can alleviate her pain.

After giving her the medicine and returning her chin to its original position, Sang Ye sighed and turned around to leave.

Usually she is not required to work the night shift. Mrs. Liu and the three of them will take turns to work the night shift for each other.

When Sang Ye returned home, she was still in a heavy mood.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw my grandma sitting on the stone bench in the yard, squinting and stroking embroidery thread.

Sang Ye sat next to grandma, leaned on the table, and said listlessly: "I'm back."

Mrs. Sang glanced at her, raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you know about Wuya?"

Sang Ye turned to look at her, and after a while he said, "Why do you and Grandpa Old Wolf seem to know everything?"

Mrs. Sang chuckled: "It's weird?"

Sang Ye remembered the question he had not had time to ask before, cheered up and said, "Grandma, I have something to ask you."

Mrs. Sang glanced at her sideways and said with certainty: "About the inheritance of Ba Hutong, and my relationship with your Grandpa Old Wolf?"

Mulberry leaf: You are so amazing!

Seeing that her granddaughter's attention was diverted, Mrs. Sang recounted the inheritance of Ba Hutong.

"Your old grandpa Lang has already told you about it! The other name of Ba Hutong in Mo is Shura Alley."

Sang Ye lay on the table and listened carefully to grandma's stories about her ancestors.

"This Shura Alley was famous during the war-torn times. Our ancestors from Bahutong all had a unique skill. It was a war-torn era, and enemies came to invade. Only a country has a home. All our ancestors had no hesitation. Go to the battlefield and fight the enemy bravely!"

"After more than ten years of being shrouded in horse leather, the enemies retreated, and the ancestors did not accept the reward, so they returned to Bahutong again and lived their ordinary lives."

"At this time, people realized that the eight heroes who were like Shura coming to the battlefield and killing the enemies in fear actually came from Ba Hutong!"

"From that time on, the eight alleys on the road were called Shura Alley."

Sang Ye listened with great interest and urged: "Is there more?"

Mrs. Sang narrowed her eyes and continued: "After the world was at peace, the ancestors of Bahutong began to work for the welfare of future generations. The younger generation who could enter the Yamen were all crammed into the Yamen, and those who could not enter the Yamen were all worked in Xiaosan Alley. I opened a shop and started a small business, which can be regarded as a stable livelihood."

"How many years have passed, and few people have mentioned the name Shura Lane."

"Then have all the unique skills of our ancestors been passed down?"

Sang Ye is very curious about this.

"Of course, this is how Ba Hutong can settle down and live."

"Then...then why don't I know what special skills our family has?"

Sang Ye sat up straight in an instant and stuttered a little.

Mrs. Sang rolled her eyes: "You are the only one who is looked down upon by your mother like an eyeball. Speaking of which, my old lady admires you two very much! You have managed to hide your strength for 14 years. You've been hiding this from us for 14 years!"