The poor little one on the road of escape, she is so fierce

Chapter 1 Poor little one

Cloudless.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, scorching the earth without any life.

The water bed has dried up, the land is cracked, and all you can see is a desolate scene.

A little girl, dressed in rags, was pulling a fully loaded cart with her thin shoulders as she walked forward with some difficulty. Her shoes were worn out and sporadic bloodstains could be seen on the road she was walking on.

"Grandma, I can't walk anymore." The man, who was older than the little girl, sat down on the ground and refused to move no matter what was said.

Old Lady Zhao quickly took out a clean handkerchief to wipe his sweat. "Oh my dear, we can't delay any longer. It will be terrible if we can't keep up with the team. Just keep walking for a while, and you can rest soon."

"I don't want to. I won't leave. Let me die of exhaustion, hunger, and sunburn, and let the Zhao family be extinct." Zhao Jiabao closed his eyes and ignored everyone.

This made everyone in the Zhao family very anxious, because Zhao Jiabao was the lifeblood of the family.

Old Mrs. Zhao gave birth to two sons, Zhao Daniu and Zhao Erniu. After Zhao Daniu's wife came into the family, she gave birth to Zhao Jiabao, but later on, all her children were girls.

Zhao Jiabao was also spoiled when he grew up. He couldn't endure any hardship. Although food was scarce at home, he still ate a lot and became fat.

After enduring for a few days, he finally exploded.

Old Mrs. Zhao hugged him and called him "darling" and "baby" to comfort him. Zhao Jiabao opened his eyes reluctantly.

Zhao Daya looked at her curiously. She didn’t understand why this woman who was called grandma spoke so harshly to her but was so gentle to others. Or really, she was gentle to her brother.

Her stomach growled.

So hungry.

Old Mrs. Zhao took out a steamed bun and handed it to Zhao Jiabao, "My dear, let's eat something and then we'll set off."

Zhao Daya looked at the steamed bun and swallowed her saliva involuntarily. She moved forward and said, "I'm hungry. I'm hungry."

She kept repeating it.

Because Liu Jiabao cried from time to time these days, his family had already reached the bottom and is now falling behind again. Old Mrs. Zhao is very anxious, but how can she think that it is her eldest grandson's fault?

Zhao Daya has really stirred up a hornet's nest.

Old Lady Zhao jumped up and cursed, "You little bitch, you only think about things that don't belong to you. All you do every day is be hungry, hungry, hungry. Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost? If I had known you were such a big eater, I should have drowned you when you were born to save you from wasting the family's food."

Zhao Daya's eyes were dull and she just kept saying "hungry".

Wang Guihua quickly stood in front of Zhao Daya. She was holding a child in her arms. The child was eight months old but not as big as a five-month-old baby. The big head and thin body made it look very strange.

"Mom, please forgive Daya. It was this child who bumped into you out of ignorance. Just because she helps pull the cart for the family, don't bother with her."

If this fool wasn't so strong and could help with housework, she would have sold her long ago. She didn't know how long this fool had made the family a laughing stock.

Old Mrs. Zhao suddenly thought that since the birth of this idiot, there has been no male child in the family. Could it be that she is unlucky?
The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

We'll sell her when we get to the place. She's strong and good at work, so she'll definitely fetch a good price. We'll use the money to help Jiabao get married.

Zhao Jiabao ate and drank some water in the envious eyes of everyone, then stood up and got on the cart again, refusing to walk on his own no matter what. Old Lady Zhao quickly cleared a seat for him on the cart and asked Zhao Daya to pull him back on the road.

For fear that her eldest grandson would be exposed to the sun, Grandma Zhao specially put a piece of cloth above his head.

"Be good, Daya, let's pull the cart well, and we'll have food soon." Wang Guihua comforted her eldest daughter, and her nose was sore when she saw her feet, but she had no way to change anything. At least she could survive by following the Zhao family. It was all her fault that she couldn't give Daya a son. Otherwise, even if the child was stupid, her mother-in-law would still spoil him and would not let her do these things.

Knowing that there would be food soon, Zhao Daya obediently pulled the cart.

"Hurry up! Look how far behind we are. Don't you want to eat? If you can't catch up with the people in front, you will starve. I don't give food to idlers."

"Grandma, she just wants to be lazy, beat her quickly." Zhao Jiabao said gloatingly from behind.

Wang Qingyou felt dizzy. Didn’t she have a plane accident? How did she survive? But it was so hot, and she felt tired and thirsty.

Before Old Lady Zhao picked up the stick to hit her, she saw Zhao Daya fall down. Her head hit a stone beside her and blood immediately flowed out.

The moment before Wang Qingyou closed her eyes, she saw a woman holding a child rushing towards her and an aggressive old lady. Everything around her began to become unreal.

"Daya!" Wang Guihua hugged her in disbelief. She was fine just now, how could she suddenly fall down?

Zhao Daya's breathing became weaker.

"Grandma, she won't die, will she?" Zhao Jiabao asked curiously, his eyes wide open with an expression of watching a good show.

"It's an unlucky thing. Don't let her get involved with you." Old Mrs. Zhao pulled him back a step.

"Mom, I beg you to save Daya. She is very strong and can do many things. She is very well behaved. Please save her. She is your granddaughter."

Wang Guihua knew that her mother-in-law would never save her granddaughter, but what if she figured it out?

No matter what, she couldn't give up. There was some external injury medicine at home. Zhao Jiabao bought it specially when he accidentally cut his hand. There was still half a bottle left.

Old Madam Zhao wished she could stay away from this unlucky star. She spat and said, "If it weren't for this plague god, how could there be no male child born in our family for so many years? It's better if she dies. Only then can our Zhao family have a prosperous offspring."

Seeing that her mother-in-law was determined, Wang Guihua went to beg her husband again, "Erniu, please, Daya is also your daughter. She has been going to the mountains to find firewood and helping in the fields since she was old enough to understand. Now she is just fainted. She just needs to apply some medicine, eat something, and drink some water to be fine. This is a living life."

"Well, you little whore, you're actually planning to take advantage of me. If it's so expensive, can a cheap thing like her afford it?"

After saying this, Old Lady Zhao slapped Wang Guihua hard, "Who told you not to give birth to a son?"

Ignoring the pain, Wang Guihua pulled Zhao Erniu's trouser leg and kowtowed, "Save Daya, she is your daughter."

After all, this was his first child. Although it was a pity that he was not a boy, Zhao Erniu still loved him and couldn't help feeling a little pity for him. He looked at Wang Guihua and said, "Mom, let's save Daya. She..."

Before Zhao Erniu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Old Lady Zhao, "She's just a daughter. If she dies, she dies. I'll marry you a better one. Give birth to eight or ten of her. They'll be better than this hen that doesn't lay eggs."

Zhao Erniu looked very hesitant and looked at his wife with some confusion.

After all, the two had been married for more than ten years. How could Wang Guihua not understand that he was attracted to her, but why couldn't she give birth to a son? Five years ago, when she was pregnant, everyone said it would definitely be a son. However, she had a miscarriage at eight months because of Zhao Jiabao's accident. It was a fully formed male fetus. Everyone blamed her, but no one blamed Zhao Jiabao. Not only did she have a miscarriage, she was almost divorced.

Mrs. Zhao watched with some reluctance, but she had no status in the family because she had given birth to five girls in a row. She could only hug her daughter tightly to lower her presence, hoping not to be affected.

(End of this chapter)