Chapter 40
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In October, the sky was high and the weather was getting colder. The osmanthus flowers were fragrant.
When the pitiful little girl wandered to Xiangshan County, she had scabies all over her body and a mole on her head. She was so hungry that she was only left with a layer of skin. She shivered as she leaned against the wall and tiptoed to pick the osmanthus flowers to eat.
The osmanthus flowers came from the wall of a rich family's house.
A young lady who was admiring the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard screamed when she saw that the osmanthus tree was shaved bald. The guard looked over and saw that it was a little beggar. He released the dog to bite her.
The pitiful little girl panicked and ran into the crowd on the street.
Fortunately, for some reason, there were many people on the street today. The dog barked for a long time before the pitiful little girl finally got rid of the dog.
A little beggar was squeezed into the crowd of well-dressed people. Everyone made way for her. She was pushed around for a long time before she could stand still. She heard the people around her saying, "… Liu Sanjie … bastard …"
What Liu Sanjie? Was she the one that Nanny Huang always talked about?
There was a faint singing coming from inside.
The pitiful little girl squeezed between the legs of the adults and squeezed to the front.
This was the execution ground.
In the execution ground, a woman with disheveled hair and dirty clothes was tied up and kneeling on the ground. There was a plate of white steamed buns in front of her. She didn't even look at it. Instead, she raised her head and sang intermittently.
The people sitting on the execution ground repeatedly, loudly, and sternly asked her something. However, the woman continued to sing.
The atmosphere was very tense.
"Who is this person?" The pitiful little girl heard a little boy from a good family beside her quietly ask his elderly grandmother.
"She was the one who instigated people to burn down our family's warehouse. She brought people to tear up the lease of your uncle's house, "the grandmother replied.
Others also said that she was a bad person.
The pitiful little girl didn't understand what the woman was singing. All she saw was the steamed buns.
She couldn't help but take a few steps forward. However, there was a thud. The little boy was playing tricks on her. She fell to the ground and rolled into the execution ground.
The guards on both sides were burly men. When they saw a little beggar like a mangy dog barging into the execution ground, they raised their legs to kick her. They kicked her until she rolled on the ground.
The little boy laughed and said, "Grandma, she rolled even rounder than my ball."
The floor of the execution ground was covered in a layer of blood that had accumulated over the years. The pitiful little girl's body was stained with blood. She got up dizzily, as if she didn't know where she was. Without waiting for anyone to kick her, she looked at the steamed bun and fell down again.
In the midst of all this solemnity, this funny little thing had appeared, and all the people who were crowding around the square, dressed in silk for the most part, wore a smile on their faces. The guard also seemed to be amused. She wanted to kick him again.
Only the woman did not smile.
She stopped singing and said, "Hey, don't kick."
Sitting at the head of the execution ground was a man with a long beard. He was dressed very majestically. "Female thief, what do you want to say?"
The woman said, "Give the steamed bun to the child."
"You are going to die. Do you have anything else to say? "The Lord waved his hand, and the executioner passed the steamed bun to the pitiful boy before continuing to question the woman.
He knew that the woman wouldn't say anything. Da Ren snorted and looked at the sky. He waved his hand and the saber came down.
At this moment, the pitiful little girl was still holding the steamed bun in her hand and hadn't gone far yet. Blood spurted out from her chest, and some of it spilled on her steamed bun.
On both sides of the execution ground, snow-white osmanthus flowers were planted.
The osmanthus flowers swirled and fell, bringing with them a sweet fragrance as they floated in the pool of blood. The head that rolled to the feet of the pitiful little girl was also stained with the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers.
That night, the pitiful little girl shouted until her voice was hoarse. She shouted "good person" and "Bodhisattva" many times, but she didn't get a single copper coin.
When she went to the disaster area to get some porridge, she was driven out because of her scabby head and body full of scars.
When she was locked in a hole under the bridge, the hungry and cold pitiful little girl finally found the steamed bun that she had hidden for a whole day. It had already hardened and dried up.
The blood on the steamed bun had already dried.
The moonlight shone on the sparkling river, just like the woman's eyes.
She took a bite of the steamed bun and thought: That woman is a bad person.
But for some reason, the pitiful little girl suddenly felt very sad.
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