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"One... two... three..." Chi Xin's voice was not loud, but everyone in the yard could hear him clearly.

The autumn was bleak, and the servants were scared by the battle and dared not show their spirits. Even those with a little brain understood that the old lady was determined to drive away Chi.Even if he passes today's family law test, Chi Xin's life will be difficult in the future.

The sound of the counting was intertwined with the muffled sound of the whipping on the human skin. There was a freshly healed scar on the child's thin and thin back. Terrible.

Chi Xin didn't know how to use internal force to relieve the force of the whip, but subconsciously allowed the warm current in his body to speed up and travel through the meridians, but it was far worse than a serious internal force to resist punishment.The only thing that can be guaranteed is that the visceral tendons will not be injured by the shock, but the damage to the flesh is inevitable.

Seeing that Chi Xin didn't have the strength to remove the whip, Mrs. Feng couldn't help but suspect that he didn't know martial arts. How could the Chi family's son not know martial arts?No matter how unfavored, no matter how unable to cultivate the unique skills, one should have seen those ordinary martial arts moves.So this kid is showing weakness on purpose, playing a bitter trick?He thought that if he was really beaten, the bruised Feng family would soften their hearts.Or did you think she would call stop, avoid punishment, feel guilty, and not drive him away anymore?

Really naive!It seems that he has to learn enough lessons.

The burning pain came clearly from the back, and Chi Xin was secretly thankful that the yard was clean, and if she fell down later, it wouldn't be too dirty, at most it would be muddy and bloody, and it wouldn't be too difficult to clean.My head was a little dizzy, but I still insisted on counting: "...fifteen...sixteen..."

After receiving the No. 20 whip, Chi Xin really couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground with a black eyes.

"Madam, Chi Xin has passed out." Feng Chong couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice, "Should we continue?"

"Wash him up and continue." Mrs. Feng ordered coldly.

A few buckets of cold water were splashed down on his head and face, and Chi Xin woke up faintly. He struggled to stand up from the bloody muddy water, and responded weakly: "We can continue."

In the past, he was beaten and punished in the holy religion. If he fainted during the execution and could not wake up in time, what awaited him would be a more terrifying "wake up" method.Moreover, the executioner of the Feng family didn't continue to beat him when he couldn't make a sound, and gave him time to breathe, which shows that he is kind-hearted.If the punishment in the future is as gentle as today, Chi Xin felt that he would be able to support it, and it would be no big deal.

The servant holding the whip was not hard-hearted. Seeing that there was no intact skin on Chi Xin's back, and there were still ten whips left, fearing that he would not be able to hold on, his subordinates reduced their strength a little.The speed of the whip speeded up, and the body was retracted immediately. Anyway, his back was bloody and bloody, and it was difficult to distinguish the priority in the scattered blood.Even so, Chi Xin lost consciousness again when he received No. 20 five whips.

When a bucket of cold water was poured down, Chi Xin's body only twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

"Splash it with salt water. Continue beating without making a sound, and the count counts." Mrs. Feng gritted her teeth.

The salt water seeped into the wound, and Chi Xin convulsed with pain. She regained consciousness a little bit, knowing that if she didn't make a sound to report the number, the beating might be in vain, so she struggled a bit and tried to kneel up again.

Feng Zhong stood in the yard, winked at the whip holder, and asked him to pause for a while. He walked up to him and asked, "Chi Xin, do you want to continue?" After this family law, what should I do in the future?

There are still five whips left to finish, if you give up at this time, wouldn't the previous beatings be in vain?Chi Xin gritted her teeth and replied, "Yes, let's continue." It seems that if you want to live and eat for ten years, you should pay the price. There is no free rice in the world.What's more, now that he made a mistake, it is only natural that he should be punished.I will definitely be beaten and punished in the future, so it's better to get used to it sooner.Anyway, it is impossible to walk.

Old Madam Feng couldn't help being moved, and sneered again and again: "Okay, let's see how long he can last! Add some strength to the whip, aren't you full?"

The old lady's martial arts skills are good, and the servant was afraid that the old lady would find out that he was letting the water go, so he didn't dare to cheat any more, so he could only lash Chi Xin hard on the back, fearing that Chi Xin would suffer from such heavy hands in a row. I couldn't help but stopped on purpose after I finished typing, waiting for Chi Xin's reaction.

However, what everyone heard was Chi Xin's weak counting voice: "26."

The servant beat him a few more times, and Chi Xin's voice became smaller and smaller, relying on the willpower of many years of beatings to report the number, and fell into a coma after counting the last whip.

"Drag him down. Give him some food every day. You don't need to find someone to treat and take care of him. Just make sure he's alive." Mrs. Feng sighed secretly after explaining to Feng Zhong. In the end, he didn't beg for mercy. It seems that it is not an easy task to send him home.

It is already autumn in Cangcheng, and the chill seeps in through the broken windows along with the cold rain, making it miserable.

When the old lady spoke, the servants of the Feng family naturally did not dare to disobey, at least no one took care of Chi Xin on the surface, leaving him lying in the broken house covered in bruises, comatose for a day and a night.

On the morning of the third day, Chi Xin finally woke up.

The residual heat on his forehead hadn't dissipated yet, and the tearing pain on his back swept across the sky and covered the sky.Chi Xin didn't have the strength to open his eyes at first, but he could feel the true qi in his body moving and gradually relieved the pain. Fortunately, he didn't hurt any tendons or bones.The Thirty Whip family method is nothing more than that, his body does not seem to be as weak as it looks.

Compared with the familiar pain, hunger was more unbearable. He opened his eyes slightly, and was surprised to see a large coarse porcelain bowl on the low cabinet next to the bed, just within his reach.There is vaguely white rice porridge in it, but someone actually delivered the meal?He thought that if he didn't work, he would have nothing to eat.

Before he had time to meet other people in the Feng family, Mrs. Feng hated Chi's family. In theory, there would be no servants to take care of him. It must be someone from the Feng family who nodded and acquiesced before someone could send food to his room.Is this the housekeeper Fengzhong taking care of him specially?Of course he was moved with joy.

It's just that if the arm is slightly exerted, it will affect the wound on the back, and it is not easy to get food.It took a while for him to gather enough strength to adapt to the pain. He leaned on the bed with his left elbow and slowly propped up his body, and picked up the large coarse porcelain bowl with his right hand.

It was a bowl of thick white rice porridge, even when it was cold, it was very appetizing.He knew that he would not be able to stay awake for long, so he raised his head and swallowed the whole bowl of porridge without using chopsticks.Put down the bowl, lay down again, and passed out.

When he woke up again, it was morning again. It was a sunny day, and the sun shone through the broken window on his bare back, making it warm.

He saw that the porridge on the table was still steaming, a few shreds of pickles were floating in the porridge bowl, and there was even a small plate on the side of the bowl, inside was a white flour steamed bun the size of a fist.

Is it so rich?

Chi Xin was a little uneasy.He could feel someone watching him through the window all the time, could it be the supervisor?Indeed, if the Feng family is hostile to the Chi family, it is right to prevent him from plotting wrongdoing, or fear that he will deliberately seek death.If he dies as a slave for ten years, the responsibility lies with the Feng family.But he is living a good life, food is delivered to his mouth, and there are still things to do ten years later, why do he want to die?

Although the Feng family's family law is painful, it is much more comfortable than being beaten, scolded and punished for no reason in the Holy Church, and living with little clothing and food.Now that he is injured, he can lie on a decent bed. With so much care, he doesn’t have to go to the canteen to get food by himself, and no one forces him to go to work. What is he not satisfied with?

In Chi Xin's consciousness, he should lie down and rest if he was not injured at all, and he should also have the concept of medical treatment.

His baggage was placed in this low cabinet, including the herbs he made himself, as well as the top-grade golden medicine left by the man in black.First, he didn't have the energy to rummage through it, and second, he didn't feel the need to use it.It's just a flesh wound, it doesn't matter whether you need medicine or not.You don't have to go to work, just have food to eat.

Chi Xin closed her eyes to gather strength, guessing that when the bowl of porridge should be completely cold, she gritted her teeth and propped herself up, brought the bowl to her mouth, and drank it quickly like yesterday. Maybe she didn't have enough energy to wake up and finish eating the steamed buns. I grabbed the mantou and put it to my mouth before it fell down. Wouldn't it be nice to think that I can take a bite of white mantou when I wake up again?

Sure enough, someone was watching outside the room. He heard the man's breathing stagnate. Maybe he didn't expect him to be so greedy?

He suddenly remembered that there was a mark of the Holy Cult on the porcelain bottle in the baggage, and he should find a chance to hide it so that no one could see it, so as not to be suspected that he had any contact with the Holy Cult.

And if the supervisor urged him to go to work, there was no need to apply medicine.He really doesn't have much strength now, and he can't get up and do things by himself.In the Holy Cult, in this situation, someone would drag him out of the slave shed and torture him again, wasting good medicine in vain.It's better to fall asleep first, and then talk about it when someone wakes you up.

Chi Xin was dazed and fell asleep for a while, and had a dream, which seemed to be the memory of the original owner.He was dragged by his mother to play in the wilderness. His mother's face could no longer be seen clearly. He looked like two or three years old. He tried to raise his head and brushed aside the long grass half a person's height, and found a colorful flower on the beautiful white petals. Butterfly.He stretched out his immature hand happily, his fingertips almost touched the butterfly's wings, and then the butterfly flew away in a flick.

He also woke up from his dream.Not surprisingly, the steamed buns on his lips disappeared.

Maybe after drinking porridge in the morning and seeing the delicious white flour steamed buns, it is actually a dream?The pain made his thoughts unclear, and he suspected that everything was just his imagination.If he had eaten, why was he hungry again?Probably the original owner seldom starved before.

When it was getting dark, he vaguely felt someone put something near his mouth, something warm and fragrant.Opening his eyes a little, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a steamed bun made of white flour. He couldn't help but opened his mouth and took a bite.

White flour steamed buns are only eligible to be eaten by the master in the Holy Cult, and now he has actually tasted them, and they are indeed very delicious, with a sweet taste even after careful chewing.For such a wealthy family in the Central Plains, can the servants have white flour steamed buns to eat, or did they take care of his injuries and give him such good food?After that, I will be even less afraid of being beaten and punished.

In the next few days, I still have food every day, and occasionally I get white flour steamed buns.Chi Xin's injury gradually improved, and he was able to stay awake for a long time. Applying homemade hemostatic herbal medicine to the wound was better than no medicine at all.He hid the small porcelain bottle in the crack of the wall behind the low cabinet.

Chi Xin still didn't see the watcher outside the house, or the man who delivered the steamed buns.I can only wait for the injury to heal, and then slowly ask the servants of Feng's family to inquire after starting to work.

On the morning of the seventh day after being whipped, housekeeper Feng Zhong came to him early in the morning with his body deed.

"Chi Xin, do you want to go back to Chi's house?"

Chi Xin shook her head, and replied sincerely: "No, it's pretty good at Feng's house."

Feng Zhong then handed over the body deed that had already been written, and Chi Xin meekly signed it.

Feng Zhong looked at the child's still pale face, and the hideous wounds on his back hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't help but sighed and said, "Well, the old lady said that if you don't want to go back, you have to work hard from today on. The Feng family does not raise rice worms that eat and drink for free."

Chi Xin was sitting on the bed, but when she heard this, she stood up, her feet landed on the ground, and she knelt respectfully on the ground again: "If you have anything to tell you, just say it, Chi Xin will not be lazy."

Really kneeling down, I have wronged the child so much, Feng Zhong said with a guilty conscience: "Old Madam thinks that your wounds may not heal, so I will send you less work today. There is some firewood to chop in the courtyard. You can rest after chopping the firewood over there."