Little Wu stood up, hesitated, and shook his head. He didn't know what disease her mother had, but he heard rumors from the villagers that his mother was a prostitute.

Every month, a man came to the house, and then his mother sent him out to play outside for half a day. When he came back, only his mother was left in the house, and there could be more rice, noodles and food in the kitchen.

Xiao Wuzi is seven years old this year. It's not that he doesn't understand, but it's hard to talk about it.

In Heishui Village, there is no morality and shame. He has never seen his father since he was born, and he doesn't even know who his father is. His mother was thrown into Heishui Village when she was pregnant. It's hard to survive.

He could feel the rejection of him from other children, and sometimes he tried not to think about it, but since he was a child, he had never left this land, and no one talked to him, so he felt very lonely.

"Little aunt, my mother always drinks soup and medicine, she is not in good health."

After Xiao Wuzi finished speaking, he remained silent, saying more and making more mistakes. He was very sensitive and didn't want himself or his mother to be looked down upon.

Seeing this, Li Haitang didn't continue this topic anymore, and she invited Xiao Wuzi to her house as a guest.

There were two salted fish on the carriage, which had been pickled. Starting from Qin Village, Mrs. Xu insisted on packing them for her, saying that there was nothing to eat in the northwest, so it would be good to have two salted fish to satisfy her cravings.

The river is too deep, there are no tools, and it's winter, and if a child goes into the water, he will suffer if he catches the wind and cold.

Little Wu hesitated for a while, but was finally tempted by the fish, temporarily forgetting his mother's teaching, don't ask for other people's things casually, because you may not be able to pay it back.

On the way, Li Haitang chatted with Xiao Wuzi and asked about the daily life in Heishui Village. Xiaowa grew up here, so he knew something about it.

Their area is under the control of a man named Fan Da. Fan Da has about 20 subordinates, as well as many errands and eyeliners. When people come to the door, if there is any good thing, they don't care at all, and just take it away.

Robbing money, women, eating food, if you resist, you will end up miserable, and being beaten is the lightest.

There is no yamen here, no official government, human life is like a waste, and you don't have to pay for killing people.

Those real infectious patients have long been thrown into the mountains, and it is impossible for them to appear in the village.

As for the man who would come to his house every month, Xiao Wuzi was very impressed. The man was Fan Da's subordinate.

All these news were out of the hands of the servants of Father Yu's family. They did not expect to go so smoothly, and they learned about it from Xiaowazi's mouth.

Back in the small yard, Wu Fu was scrubbing the stove, inside and out, tidying up thoroughly, throwing all the broken jars that were not needed into the utility room to keep the stove clean.

The carriage is wide enough to keep out the wind and rain, and there are thick quilts and blankets. The three masters and servants sleep in the carriage, which is much better than the dilapidated thatched house.

Seeing the person coming back, Wu Fu hurriedly opened the firewood gate, "Ma'am, whose son is this?"

"His name is Xiao Wuzi."

Li Haitang didn't ask the fifth son's name, he probably might not be able to have this little one, so he brought him into the yard, and gave him an extra plate of pistachios to express his gratitude.

"Wufu, as long as there are me and Nanny Yu at home, you can send little Wuzi back!"

Li Haitang sighed, he is also a poor person, if he can help, he will help more.

She thought of the savage husband, and she also thought of herself. They must be happy as husband and wife. No matter what they meet, life is the most important thing. Otherwise, Doubao will not be the same as Xiao Wuzi in the future.

"Madam, you are very kind."

Regarding this, Nanny Yu took a wait-and-see attitude. The villagers in Qincun said that Heishui Village was too scary, which had given her preconceived notions, and Nanny Yu didn't believe that there could be any good people here.

In order to survive, selfishness, that is nothing! Everyone has their own little calculations, human nature, and morality, which are not restricted at all.

You don't have to pay for your life when you kill someone, so there will be revenge and revenge, maybe because of a potato, a tragedy of extermination can be created.

In Mammy Yu's mind, there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, it happened before, and the cause was a head of garlic.

The price of killing people is too small, almost no need to pay anything, just clean up whoever is not pleasing to the eye!

Of course, people at the bottom are fighting each other, and there are oppressive bullies at the top. Whoever is honest will be bullied, and even the most responsible people will know how to resist.

Here, Wufu took the little Wuzi back home. They were all in the same village, and the little Wuzi's home was in the deepest place, near the mountain pass.

The two of them were walking, when suddenly an old lady ran over in a panic, and when she saw someone, she shouted, "Little Wuzi, you son of a bitch, where have you been, go home, your mother is going to die! "

"My mother?"

Little Wuzi was stunned, thinking that he had heard wrongly. When he came out in the morning, his mother was in good spirits, even better than usual.

She exchanged a piece of fabric with the seller, saying that money was tight before the Chinese New Year, and he didn't have time to make it, and he grew taller, so he couldn't wear cotton trousers with shorter trouser legs.

"It's your mother, hurry up! Run a few steps, or you won't see your mother for the last time!"

The aunt screamed, pulled the sleeve of Xiao Wuzi, ran a few steps, saw Wu Fu following, and immediately raised her vigilance, "Who are you?"

She is also a woman, she understands that it is not easy for Xiao Wuzi to be a mother, and she has persisted for so many years, just to watch Xiao Wuzi grow up.

The child is too young, how can he have the ability to make a living!

She wanted to adopt someone, but it was a pity that her family had so many mouths and would be exploited by Fan Da, so she couldn't squeeze out a mouthful of food.

Half-year-old sons eat poor old men, and little five sons are growing up again. The aunt sighed heavily, what a crime!

A good person, without any illness, was imprisoned and arrested in Heishui Village, what should he do in the future?

Wu Fu wanted to go back, but he was worried, so he stomped his feet and ran behind Xiao Wuzi.

His house is at the foot of the mountain, with only a fenced yard. There are only two rooms in total, one for living, and one for the kitchen and utility room.

The yard is large and empty. No crops grow in winter, and there is only a tall walnut tree at the door.

"Mother, mother, I'm back!"

It was almost home when Xiao Wuzi realized it, and rushed into the house. He was too anxious and hit the door panel, only to hear a bang, and the door panel shattered in two.

Wu Fu then followed, squatted down, and shook his head at the half of the door panel. It wasn't that Xiao Wuzi was strong, but the door panel was moldy and the core was empty.

Push it twice casually, and it will crumble and die immediately.

Inside the house, Xiao Wu's mother was lying on the bed, changing into a floral jacket, which was her best outfit.

With expectation in her eyes, she kept looking in the direction of the door. Looking forward to seeing my son for the last time. Although she was very reluctant, she had no choice but to leave. Last night, she dreamed of her mother, who must come to pick her up.