The bandit left, and Ali's eyes were dim and her face was expressionless, as if she was completely numb.

She stood up and closed the door first, then picked up the clothes thrown in the corner. Ali took them off quickly when the bandits just entered.

If Ali had taken off her clothes a little too slowly, she would have been torn to pieces by the bandits. The cheapest plain coarse cloth cost more than a dozen copper coins, and Ali had no money and could not afford it.

Ali carefully put away her clothes, a bag of rice and a bag of millet that the bandits had left behind, and filled a basin of water with them.

Slowly and carefully scrub your body.

The whole process was expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

Ali is a living person, but there is no breath of life at all.

Ali is no different now than a piece of wood or a pile of mud.

Lin Zhanqing went down the mountain by himself early in the morning.

After living in the mountains for only three days, Lin Zhanqing felt a lot better, at least not so depressed, and more energetic.

Lin Zhanqing thought that life was not easy for people in the mountains, and the only improvement in food was a bowl of white rice with wild vegetables fried in lard.

I should be grateful for the kindness I received from the villagers in the mountains.

Even if they meet by chance, they are still not true friends.

But it would be very appropriate to ask the villagers in the mountains to improve and have a real stew.

Lin Zhanqing went to the town at the foot of the mountain and exchanged some copper coins.

I bought two big fat pigs, several hundred kilograms of bacon, and a small pull cart.

Let two big fat pigs pull a small cart, carrying hundreds of kilograms of bacon.

But just after Mao o'clock in the morning, it will be about Yin o'clock.

Lin Zhanqing drove two pigs, and the pigs pulled a cart loaded with bacon. They leisurely went up the mountain back to Ali's house.

As soon as Lin Zhanqing walked to the front of the village, he saw a mess all around the village.

It was a busy time for farming, and usually there would be villagers chatting at the entrance of the village and around the village, but now there was not a single person in sight.

Lin Zhanqing felt bad instinctively, and regardless of the two pigs pulling the cart, she used Qinggong and ran quickly to Ali's house.

Sure enough, the area around Ali's house was also extremely messy, and there were many horse hoof prints in front of the door.

Lin Zhanqing rushed straight into Ali's house without thinking. The moment she opened the door, Lin Zhanqing was dumbfounded.

Ali was wiping her body with a towel while still naked.

Ali's body is very thin, and her skin is not very white, but it is very shiny.

When Ali saw someone breaking in, she just thought it was those bandits. Her tone was flat, but she said with a hint of temptation and a hint of pity:

"Why are you guys back again? Didn't you have enough fun just now? I've been played to death by the uncles."

Lin Zhanqing was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, and quickly averted his eyes.

The room was in a mess, with traces of remains everywhere, and the stench was overwhelming.

Lin Zhanqing knew that a story had just happened here.

Ali felt a little strange when she saw that there was no sound or movement from the people behind her. She said:

"Masters, why don't you come over quickly?"

Ali said, looking back.

"ah!"

A scream rang out, several times louder than Ali's scream before when the bandit vented his anger.

Ali shivered and quickly covered her body with a small and pitiful towel.

But if you only have a small towel, how can you cover it?

Ali shouted:

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you...haven't you left? Ah~ wuwuwu..."

Ali cried, heartbreakingly.

Lin Zhanqing hurriedly hid outside the door.

Lin Zhanqing didn't want to know what happened to Ali.

Lin Zhanqing didn't want to know who Ali was.

Lin Zhanqing drove the two pigs and the several hundred kilograms of bacon on the cart pulled by the pigs to the door of Ali's house, and waited at the door.

Ali got dressed at this time and went out to see Lin Zhanqing.

Ali looked at Lin Zhanqing with eyes full of shame and grievance.

Lin Zhan looked bored.

Obviously Lin Zhanqing regards Ali as that kind of woman,

And Ali was afraid that Lin Zhanqing would regard her as that kind of woman.

Ali said:

"No...I'm not what you think."

Lin Zhanqing had a calm face, and even tried to squeeze out a smile, saying:

"It's nothing. Sister Ali doesn't need to explain anything to me. I've seen a lot just to make a living."

Ali could endure being insulted by bandits, but she could never bear the kind of woman Lin Zhanqing regarded her as.

He suddenly became anxious and said with a cry:

"That was a group of bandits, and my man died in their hands. If I didn't obey, Xiao Jing would have died."

Lin Zhanqing was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered the mess in the village.

Ali didn't lie. In this case, it could only be a bandit.

Lin Zhanqing suddenly felt that he was a devil and wanted to slap himself with his big mouth.

Ali herself has lived such a difficult and humiliating life.

But I still regard Ali as that kind of woman.

Lin Zhanqing suddenly felt that the way he looked before, every look in his eyes, and every word he said, he was a murderous executioner.

"Sister Ali, I...I'm sorry."

"Brother Lin, needless to say, I don't blame you for this."

Ali returned to the house with an expressionless face and said nothing. She swept up the mess and wiped every trace on the ground carefully.

I took a handful of hay and burned it in a brazier.

This kind of hay is available in every house in the village, especially in Ali's house.

In addition to the smell of soot, the smell of burning hay also has a refreshing fragrance.

After doing all this, Ali walked out of the room with a whistle and blew three times rhythmically.

Not long after the whistle sounded, there were also three whistles on the mountain. It was very similar to Ali's whistle, but the rhythm was slower.

Only then did Ali notice the two big fat pigs next to Lin Zhanqing, as well as the cart full of bacon pulled by the two big fat pigs.

"Oh my God! How much do these cost?"

…

At noon, the villagers gathered together to happily eat stewed meat and white rice.

No one said anything to Ali, and all the villagers ate the stew very happily.

Including Ali, Yingshui, and even Xiaojing.

They all stuffed large chunks of fragrant pork into their bellies.

Only one person was unhappy, Lin Zhanqing.

The pork was bought by Lin Zhanqing, and the white rice was collected from every household.

I killed a pig. The meat, ribs, and liver totaled several hundred kilograms.

Today I only stewed pork.

I'll do the rest tomorrow.

Yingshui knew that Lin Zhanqing was unhappy, but he greeted Lin Zhanqing warmly like a normal person.

"Brother Lin, pork is so delicious, come and eat it."

Xiao Jing swallowed a mouthful of pork and rice, and said to Lin Zhanqing with a smile on his face:

"Uncle Lin is the best. It turns out this is the taste of pork. Xiao Jing hasn't tasted it yet."

Lin Zhanqing looked at the villagers and really didn't know what to say.
To be continued...