Zhang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to it, turned his head to look at the closed courtyard door, frowned and said, "Why hasn't the wet nurse come back today?"
Every day at meal time, the wet nurse would go to the kitchen to get food. Initially, it was just for her. About half a year ago, when Guizi was weaned, she would get another bowl of gruel and soup every day.
Speaking of which, although the people in this mansion were neglectful and indifferent to Guizi, at least they were not too harsh or bullying. The kitchen did not make things difficult for the wet nurse. The wet nurse was also a kind person and had never bullied Guizi, a father who did not care about his mother.
poor child.
The ghost doll was tired of staying in this cramped yard all day long. Finally, he found an opportunity and couldn't help but excitedly urged: "Something must have happened to the nanny! Let's go and have a look. If we go early, we can save her life."
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Zhang Zheng hesitated, "But..." It was too ostentatious for her to go out like this. Once someone discovered her, she would either scare others to death or die all over again.
"If you hesitate any longer, the nanny's body will be cold."
That's all, just be careful.
Zhang Zheng ducked into the house and found a wet nurse's clothes, a gray-yellow coat and skirt, which were the standard outfit of the nuns in the Ning family.
The nanny is a bit short and fat, so this dress looks extremely ill-fitting for Zhang Zheng. Her calves are missing a bit, and are smooth and gray, and her waist and sleeves are extremely wide and empty.
She had to stuff a few more pieces of clothing into her clothes before she finally held up her coat and skirt, put on her wet nurse's hairstyle, put her breasts in her arms and lowered her head. As long as she didn't look at her dead face, she still looked like a nanny.
Trying to avoid people, Zhang Zheng relied on the guidance of his sixth sense to find the kitchen in the huge mansion.
A quarter of an hour later, the kitchen was nowhere to be found, but Zhang Zheng saw the nanny's figure.
The wet nurse knelt on the ground timidly. In front of her stood a pair of golden boys and girls, about six or seven years old. They had red lips and white teeth, and were smart and cute. There were a circle of servants around them, all of whom looked like they were gloating about their misfortune.
Zhang Zheng dodged and hid behind a rockery, observing the situation in front of him.
Two women with big shoulders and round waists suddenly came forward. One of them knelt on the wet nurse's legs, tied her hands, and suppressed her from moving.
The wet nurse was horrified, crying, and kowtowed to beg for mercy. But the other person looked down at her, pinched her chin hard, and forced her to raise her face.
"Snapped--"
He slapped the nanny hard on the face with a rounded palm, causing her to vomit a mouthful of blood with just one slap. Her face was sometimes red and swollen, and the red palm mark was raised high.
"Snapped--"
"Snapped--"
"Snapped--"
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She had been slapped countless times, and the nanny's face was even more swollen. She could no longer shake her head and couldn't even lift her head. She relied on the two women to support her body.
Zhang Zheng hid behind the rockery, trembling with anger. Even though she knew it was an illusion, Zhang Zheng still couldn't restrain her anger and rage.
The ghost doll was used to it and didn't feel any discomfort. He said coldly: "Don't rush out in a daze. You can only come forward after those guys leave."
Zhang Zheng certainly knew that in this world where human life was worth less than grass, even the body of an aunt could be thrown into the wilderness, and who could hope to care about the life of a slave?
She couldn't change. If the person who oppressed the wet nurse was just a servant, she might be able to save her. But she was facing the young master and young lady of Ning Mansion. She saved her one moment, but she couldn't save her the next, or even the next.
Therefore, it will cause her more trouble, and this trouble is definitely not something she can bear.
The food and delicacies scattered all over the floor are stained with the smell of blood, and the fragrant hot air turns into steaming white mist and blends into the white snow in winter.
Zhang Zheng didn't dare to look anymore, turned away his eyes, and silently recited the Jingxin Jue over and over again, reminding himself that this was just an illusion, and everything that happened now was a reflection of what had happened in the past.
Nothing she did helped.
The crisp claps stopped, and the group left in a mighty manner.
Until they could no longer be seen in sight, Zhang Zheng stepped out from behind the rockery and squatted down in front of a puddle of gray, yellow and scarlet in the snow.
The pale hand was placed on the side of the neck. There was no pulsation, and the chest had no heaving. Zhang Zheng gently touched the wet nurse's unblinking eyes and calmly pronounced her death, "Nanny is gone."
Zhang Zheng quickly collected the food that had been dumped on the floor, put it all back into the food box, and stood up with the food box in hand.
Realizing that Zhang Zheng actually left the wet nurse's body in the snow and walked back alone, Guiwa was surprised and said: "You don't want to take the wet nurse back with you?"
Didn't she feel distressed when she saw her nanny being beaten? Why wasn't the body even taken back for a safe burial?
The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips curled up, half-smile but not a smile. No emotion was revealed, and her voice was calm and gentle, as usual.
"Nanny still has a family to support. If I take her away privately, her life will be wasted. Let her stay here. It will create a blockage in the house and encourage people to do things on the surface.
Take the time to give some comfort money to someone’s family.”
The ghost doll suddenly understood and asked again: "Then where are you going now?"
"Of course I went to the kitchen to see if there was any leftover food. We can't let Guizi starve in the cold winter."
Fortunately, there was still warm thick porridge in a large pot in the kitchen. Zhang Zheng quickly scooped out a bowl when no one was around, and returned to the yard with the food box.
Looking at the ugly Guizi with his whole face buried in the bowl, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but worry: "Will the master still send someone to take care of Guizi? I won't have to steal food every day to support him in the future, right?"
The worry came true. Since the death of the wet nurse, Guizi has been completely forgotten. No one cares about or cares about her. Zhang Zheng had to rely on hiding in Japan to steal food and barely let Guizi fill her stomach.
This kind of life has been going on for half a year. It's a hot midsummer day, the sun is blazing, and the cicadas are chirping like thunder, which makes people really upset.
The ghost doll was so annoyed that it covered its ears with both hands and asked unreasonably, "Can you close your ears? Ahhhh..."
Not only were the cicadas noisy, but the osmanthus was also noisy, which was really unbearable.
Zhang Zheng rubbed her temples, feeling like she was about to be tortured into an old lady. She was exhausted physically and mentally. For her, the noise and the sharp curses of the ghost doll were all there.
Guizi learned to make sounds some time ago. For a baby that had never spoken since birth until it was over one year old, Zhang Zheng almost wondered if it was mute. But it suddenly started talking, even though it could only say "Ah, oh,
Ah..." This simple modal particle can be considered a small improvement.
Zhang Zheng was relieved. Without this period of time, no matter night or day, no matter when and where, Guizi would always make a fuss, as if there was a missing muscle, and the scalp would hurt every time he made a noise.
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Zhang Zheng returned from stealing food again, but was suddenly stopped by a sharp cry for help on the way.
"Sister, may I ask what happened here?"
Chapter completed!