After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

After being pushed by Yang, there was no trace of anger on the boy's face, but the emotion in his eyes was still cold.

"Mom, you misunderstood. It was thanks to this little brother who saved me just now." Song Huiling quickly pulled Yang back.

She explained the whole story to Yang, but the boy didn't even look at her and went back to lie down behind the big rock.

After hearing the whole story, Yang was so frightened that she covered her chest and said with a look of fear: "Mother shouldn't have left you here alone. If it weren't for that child, mother wouldn't dare to think about it..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the stone, her eyes showing guilt, "Mother just wronged him, the child must be very sad, let's cook a bowl of soup to make amends for him."

Song Huiling thought so too. There weren't many soup cakes left, so instead of waiting to sell them all, it would be better to give them all to the child.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law walked back to the stall.

When the soup in the pot started to boil, Song Huiling scooped it all into a bowl and walked towards the big rock where the boy was hiding.

When I got closer, I saw that the boy was curled up on his side with his back against a rock, his hands tightly clasped against his chest, and he looked very insecure.

As soon as Song Huiling walked over, the boy immediately opened his eyes, and the guard in his eyes slowly disappeared when he saw her.

He stood up and sat cross-legged, looked up and met Song Huiling's gaze, his brows furrowed, as if confused.

Song Huiling squatted down, handed him the soup cake, pursed her lips and smiled: "It's for you, eat it quickly."

The boy did not refuse. He reached out to take it, holding the bowl in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand. He picked up the food and put it into his mouth without caring whether it was hot or not.

He must have been extremely hungry. His mouth seemed to be unable to feel the heat. He chewed a few bites and swallowed them. In a short while, he ate two or three in a row.

Song Huiling was worried that the person would be burned, so she quickly advised: "Eat slowly, don't be anxious, I still have about 20 left, all of them are yours."

The boy raised his head, looked at her, and actually slowed down his movements.

Song Huiling went back to the stall and put all the remaining soup cakes into the pot.

The soup cake here is not cooked yet. She glanced and saw the young man standing behind a stone, holding a bowl in front of his chest and looking at her eagerly. It seems that he has eaten all the soup cake in the bowl.

Song Huiling smiled and waved at him: "Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

Yang was collecting things and loading them into the car. Seeing the boy's dazed look, she chuckled helplessly, "Look at this kid. He doesn't even open his mouth to look for food when he's hungry. If we had known that he had just arrived, we should have cooked a bowl of rice for him."

Song Huiling felt a little guilty for a moment. She was on guard against the boy like a thief, but the boy didn't care and saved her.

But she did not regret showing indifference at the beginning. As a weak woman, she had to put her own protection first when the situation was uncertain.

After the last pot of soup cakes were all scooped into the bowls, Yang began to clean up the coal stove and the clay pot, while Song Huiling walked to the young man with the soup cakes and took the empty bowl and chopsticks from his hand.

The young man sat on a rock with his bowl in his hands and began to eat, while Song Huiling chatted with him in a random manner.

"My dear little brother, may I ask your name? Where do you live? Where are you from? And what's the matter with the wound on your face?"

No matter how she asked, the boy refused to answer and just focused on eating.

Gradually, Song Huiling also realized that it was boring and walked away.

But she came back soon after she left, with a half bucket of water and a handkerchief in her hand.

There was only half a bucket of water, and she was grunting as she carried it. She put the bucket heavily on the ground, splashing some water.

The young man held the bowl, looking at it in confusion.

Song Huiling held the cloth in one hand and the gourd ladle in the other and scooped some water from the bucket. After wetting the cloth, he put the gourd ladle back into the bucket. Then he grabbed the cloth with both hands, squeezed it tightly, and then handed it over.

The young man's eyes were filled with confusion, so Song Huiling had no choice but to point at her face and said, "You should wipe your face. It's uncomfortable to have blood on it."

The boy freed one hand to take the cloth, but did not wipe his face with it. Instead, he threw it over his shoulder and continued to eat his soup cake.

Song Huiling left the half bucket of water and went back to the stall to clean up with Yang.

Yang was sorting out the small amounts of money she had received today. When she saw Song Huiling coming over, she pulled her to her side and whispered to her, "Huiling, that child looks quite pitiful. I don't know if his parents are still alive. How about giving him 150 copper coins?"

Song Huiling nodded in response, then thought of something and changed his words, "Give him fifty more to make up to two hundred. I don't know what happened to this kid. It looks like he won't be able to recover for a day or two. Two hundred copper coins are enough to make him depressed for a few days. He is young and strong, so it won't be a problem for him to find a job to make a living after he cheers up."

In modern times, working at the age of fourteen or fifteen is considered illegal child labor, but in ancient times, especially in poor families, it was common for children to become the head of the family in their teens.

Although Song Huiling felt sorry for the young man, she could do nothing about it. This body of hers was not even eighteen years old, but wasn't she still working hard at the stall every day?

After the boy finished eating the soup cake, he didn't take the initiative to return the bowl. Instead, he held the empty bowl and stared at the half bucket of water on the ground in a daze.

After staring for a while, he put down the empty bowl and walked to the wooden barrel.

He first wiped his hands carefully with the cloth draped over his shoulders, then picked up the gourd ladle and scooped up some water. He squatted down, tilted his head sideways and raised his face, holding the gourd ladle above his head, with his wrists slightly bent inwards. A thin stream of water flowed down the gourd ladle to his face. He raised his other hand and rubbed his face with the clean water.

He repeated this process many times until the water in the bucket was gone and the dirt on his face and hands was finally washed away.

He turned the gourd ladle over and examined it carefully, making sure there was no trace of blood on it before throwing it back into the bucket.

Song Huiling came over on time to collect the empty bowls, chopsticks and wooden barrels. Seeing that the boy had already cleaned them, he could not help but exclaim in surprise, "Little brother, you are quite quick."

She looked intently at the boy's clean face. His skin color was a little darker than He Zhan's, and his facial features were strong and regular. Now that he no longer had that fierce look in his eyes, his gaze seemed extremely pure and transparent.

He didn't say anything. Song Huiling put the empty bowls on the ground into the bucket, and then handed him a string of copper coins: "Little brother, you need money when you go out. This is a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for helping me today. I hope you don't mind."

After the boy took the copper coins, Song Huiling picked up the wooden barrel from the ground and suddenly glanced at his shoulder, on which he still had the cloth handkerchief he had just given him.

The boy looked down following Song Huiling's gaze and saw that the cloth was stained with dirt, which was got there when he wiped his hands just now. His breathing stagnated and he clutched the cloth tightly awkwardly.

Song Huiling quickly withdrew his gaze, picked up the wooden barrel and walked away. After turning his back to the young man, a trace of guilt appeared on his face.

Could it be that the little brother discovered that she used the dishwashing cloth to wipe his face?