Na Yaoguo turned her head and looked at the hand stretched out in front of her. The finger bones were all white and jade-white, and in the palm of her hand lay a small dough head as big as a palm and a half.

"Thank you, sister."

She had been hungry for nearly a day, her stomach was growling with hunger, and she wanted to dig out a basket full of ore.

I grabbed the wowotou, opened my mouth and took a bite. The mouth was dry and hard, like biting into a bite of dry bark and sand. It was so rough that it hurt my throat and made it difficult to swallow.

Her face suddenly turned ugly, and Na Yaguo quickly said "bah bah" twice and spit out all the hard residue in her mouth.

She stuffed the dough head back into Zhang Zheng's hand, shook her head and said, "I won't eat it, this thing is too unpalatable."

As expected, Zhang Zheng did not immediately take back the wowotou. He still spread his hands and kindly reminded: "This is the only food in the kitchen. If you don't get used to it, I'm afraid your life will not be easy in the future."

Na Yaguo still shook her head repeatedly and glanced at the hard-boiled cornbread with absolute rejection, "No, I'm not hungry. Sister, you can eat."

"All right."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Zhang Zheng took back the steamed buns and ate the rest in a few mouthfuls.

Na Yaoguo's watery eyes trembled, "Sister, do you know that I can leave here?"

A steamed bun was handed to her with her lowered eyes, and Zhang Zheng said: "The water is in the bowl. I can't bring the bowl back. The steamed bun is dry and hard. You can just eat some. You can sleep better at night."

She is no exception, she is just busy for a bite to eat, but this is a gift given to her.

She knew that Zhang Zheng was good at mining and would go to the kitchen almost every day, but she was not good at it. It usually took her two or three days to dig a basketful of ore.

Even the tomorrow she promised was actually trying to be brave. She didn't have much time left, so she had to hurry up and speed up.

The woman was stunned, her hand holding the stone chisel paused for a moment, shook her head and refused: "No, let's do it tomorrow."

She didn't mind the bite marks left by Naya Guo. After all, she had been begging as a child and was so hungry when she couldn't afford to eat. Even the garbage snatched from the dog's mouth were treasures.

Cold tears soaked from the ends of her eyes and moistened into the dry soil and gravel. She wanted to go home, she missed her mother-in-law.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zheng paused for a moment and lowered his voice and said: "If you really want to ask for compensation, if you can leave here in the future, if you can, help the sister next to me and let her leave here."

Zhang Zheng nodded, smiled slightly and said: "It sounds nice, a little awe-inspiring, a thousand miles of joyful wind, as unrestrained as the wind, coming and going freely. Tingfeng is a very nice name."

"Thanks."

Even after cleaning it, the ground was still uneven, except for some broken stones, which still hurt the human flesh.

After hearing this, Na Yaoguo was silent in a rare moment. She thought of the steamed bun she had just eaten and mumbled in embarrassment, "I have no reward to give to my sister."

At the solstice, the sun slants to the west, and the gray mining air blocks most of the bright sunlight.

The deliberately low voice pulled Zhang Zheng out of her memories, and when she heard it, Na Yaguo was looking at her with evasive eyes.

She pursed her lips and lay down on her side again, curling up to try to relieve the pain in her abdomen.

Seeing her waking up, Na Yaoguo turned around as if nothing had happened, holding the wooden handle of the stone chisel in her hand that had scratched the blood blisters. Every time she knocked, it felt like countless thorns were piercing the blood blisters.

"My parents didn't give me a name, so I named myself one. I heard it from Ming Wa, who lives in the same town as me. He is a trainee disciple of the priest and knows all the words. Listen to the wind, he said that he practices wind skills.

It is the freest form of witchcraft. He said that with this name, I can live as I please."

Three mournful gongs sounded, and Zhang Zheng woke up from her meditation, and saw Na Yaguo sitting next to her blankly, staring straight at her.

"Does that sound good?" The woman was so thin that her cheeks were sunken, and her black and white eyes looked surprisingly big, like a little animal eager for approval looking at its most trusted elder.

"Sister, I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat?"

So, Zhang Zheng replied: "It's not really a help. I'll dig more ore for her, and she'll give me half a piece of cornbread as my reward."

The woman fell into silence. Comparing the two, eating two steamed buns every two or three days, or eating one and a half steamed buns every day, as long as she was not a fool, she would choose the latter.

He raised his head slightly from the ground and glanced at Zhang Zheng, who was sleeping beside him with his posture like lying on a pine tree, his hands folded on his abdomen.

The woman suddenly raised her head, and for the first time a hint of gratitude appeared in her eyes that had always been numb and emotionless.

She seemed to have realized something, but she did not take the initiative to talk to Na Yaguo. Instead, she turned to the thin woman on the other side and proactively said, "Do you want to go together today? It's too boring to be alone."

Zhang Zheng smiled nonchalantly, then grabbed the stone chisel and began today's increased mining task.

Zhang Zheng focused on tapping the earth and rocks on the edge of the ore, and said without looking back: "Since you call me Sister, I just give you a share of the nest, so it doesn't mean anything."

While stuffing the buns that taste like chewing gum, I have a lot of thoughts.

During this trip, Zhang Zheng exchanged names with the thin woman, and the woman had a nice and free name.

Zhang Zheng noticed the slightly deeper mark on the small puddle on the ground, as if it had been soaked by water.

Zhang Zheng and the thin woman went to the incinerator room carrying heavy ore in their backpacks, and came back with empty baskets on their backs.

Na Yaoguo tilted her head slightly, approached Zhang Zheng, and asked curiously: "Sister, why do you want to help the sister next to you?"

"Actually, my two cornbreads a day are not enough to eat. I'm hungry. Do you think this is okay? I'll help you dig more ore every day. We'll go to the kitchen together, and you can share the two cornbreads you got with me.

How about half as a thank you?"

"Sister..."

"Well -" Na Yaguo trailed off in a long voice, with a hint of grievance in her voice. She took the wowotou and stuffed it into her mouth like a gulp.

After saying that, she lowered her head, as if she was extremely embarrassed.

Why should he help her? Zhang Zheng really couldn't answer. Maybe it was on a whim, or maybe he felt that it was a good thing to make people full with a little effort.

That was the first time that Zhang Zheng saw a smile on Tingfeng's thin face, even though it was as light as the misty wind and fleeting.

As long as it is something that can be eaten, there is no need for her to distinguish between it and others.

It turns out that she didn't sleep well last night and she saw it. Could it be that this cornbread was specially left for her this time?

After a while, the cold and hard steamed buns were completely eaten, and I felt that there was some food in my stomach, which made me feel better, and the burning pain of rolling and churning was no longer there.

In the middle of the night, ghost fires floated leisurely in the air, and the coolness soaked through her thin clothes. Na Yaguo, who was empty in her belly, felt a burning pain in her belly, which became more and more severe.

In this regard, Zhang Zheng did not intend to hide it. Na Yaguo acted too out of place here and brought about such obvious abnormalities. Anyone who is more careful can spot the clues.

Instead of waiting for Naya to doubt her openly or secretly in the future and fall into the inferior category, it would be better to admit it now.

"Since you came here, Foreman Liu, who loves to beat people, doesn't come here anymore. If you pay a little attention to the abnormalities here, you can find them."

As soon as these words came out, Na Yaoguo fell silent for a moment, then seemed to open the sealed dumping box and rambled on about her own situation.

Why is she here?
Chapter completed!