A Husband Who Traveled Through the Famine and Developed a Chronicle

Chapter 131 Trapped
At the junction of Jiazhou and Ganzhou, a small, dilapidated village stands quietly in the gap between the two states, half in Jiazhou and half in Ganzhou.

Most of the villages are thatched houses, and the thick thatch crackles in the sun, making people wonder if the thatch is about to catch fire.

Among the dozens of households, only two or three are mud houses with mud walls, extravagantly covered with gray tiles, and the area is larger than many other houses.

The road into the village was full of potholes and criss-crossed with dry farmland. Dry straw was scattered in the fields, and all the ears of rice had been cut off.

Wu Ziying and his party found out that there was Guanyin soil in this village, so they followed the road pointed by the refugees and came here. Since the village is located at the junction of the two states, it is called Liangzhou Village, that is, one side is called Jiazhou Village, and the other side is called Jiazhou Village. Ganzhou Village.

There are only a few dozen families in the village.

During the drought, people in other places tried their best to escape to Jiazhou, Quanzhou and other prefectures. Only the villages in Liangzhou remained.

When Wu Ziying and the others arrived, people were lying under the eaves of houses everywhere in the village. They saw many dead refugees on the road, but Wu Ziying and the others didn't pay attention.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped into the village, it was as if they had stung a hornet's nest. Twenty or thirty strong laborers swarmed forward with farm tools in their hands, catching Wu Ziying and the others by surprise.

"Pity"

"That boy has thin skin and tender flesh. If it weren't for the lack of food, you could still recruit him as your husband."

There was the sound of sharpening knives and a woman's voice that sounded like a broken gong.

Wu Ziying's hands and feet were tied, her mouth was stuffed with foul-smelling rags, her hands were behind her back, and she kept struggling, trying to break free from the rope that tied her.

Those who went down the mountain with her were kidnapped by villagers from another family. In this mud-walled farmhouse, there were only her and the mother and daughter outside.

"Mother~~, why don't you kill him later, I...I haven't tasted what it's like to be a man, it's rare to meet a decent one, I...I want to try" a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman He lowered his head slightly, his cheeks were slightly red and a little shy. Thinking of the elegant and handsome appearance of the man tied up in the room, he couldn't help but blush.

The sound of sharpening knives stopped.

A fat woman with big shoulders and round waist, with a disk-like face, stood up straight, rubbed her daughter's head vigorously with her rough hands, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Good boy, if you kill this one, you can still meet the next one. Fat sheep cannot stay overnight. Otherwise something will happen.”

"Oh, mother~, it's just one night, can it be done in one night? Do you want to see me die without ever tasting that... that something?" The woman raised her head and saw that she had a fat head and big ears. , flat nose, bear eyes, big mouth and thick lips, such a scary appearance, no wonder he can say those tiger and wolf words.

"no"

"Mother~"

"Nanny, be obedient. Mom will catch you another day. This is the one we managed to get back, so we can't make any mistakes."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Dad, why is my life so miserable? Open your eyes and take a look. Even if you just have a taste of it, my mother shouldn't do it. Dad..." When the woman saw that my mother didn't agree, she immediately fell to the ground. Sit down, ghosts cry and wolves howl.

The woman was widowed at a young age, and what she felt most distressed about was the girl left behind by her deceased husband. When she heard her cry, one of her heads suddenly became bigger than the other two.

"Okay, okay, Nannan, don't cry. I promise you, can't I promise you?"

"Thank you, Mom. I knew you were the best, Mom."

The woman got what she wanted, and immediately got up from the ground, hugged the woman's head, and kissed her several times on the face.

The woman was so coaxed that she beamed. She poked her disk-shaped face with her finger and cursed in a hoarse voice: "You, my mother really can't do anything to you."

"Come with me. The wedding dress my mother wore when she was young and married to your father is still under the box. You are about the same height as your mother when you were young, so you can fit it in."

"It doesn't matter whether we get married or not. Let's consummate the marriage tonight. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get pregnant, and then my mother will have a grandson to hold."

The woman who didn't agree at first, thought of the appearance of the man tied up in the back room, and couldn't help but look forward to her grandchildren. If her daughter consummated her marriage with that man, the grandchildren she would give birth to would definitely be prettier than her and her daughter.The more she thought about it, the happier the woman became. She put the polished kitchen knife on the table and took her daughter back to the house to look for her wedding dress.

There was only a curtain between the inner room and the outer room. Although the scene outside could not be seen clearly, the ears could hear clearly.

Bah, shameless.

Wu Ziying cursed in her heart. Although the mother and daughter temporarily spared her life, she was not happy at all.

When the woman came in after changing into her wedding dress, took off her clothes, and was about to feel the joy of fish and water, she found that the handsome man she had kidnapped had turned into a girl like herself, and her death would only be worse.

But the woman didn't know what technique she used. Bai Xia taught her how to untie the rope, but none of them worked.

After struggling for a long time, apart from sweating profusely, the ropes on his body were still tightly tied.

Listening to the woman's joyful voice coming from the next room, Wu Ziying's heart sank little by little.

She tried to move to the corner, relying on the wall's help to move slowly.

"Mom, your wedding dress is so beautiful."

"Silly boy, this is your wedding dress"

The woman looked lovingly at her only daughter putting on her wedding dress, and she no longer felt so worried about letting Wu Ziying live one more night.

Wu Ziying moved to the door, where there was a curtain.

"Mom, please tie my hair"

"it is good"

Wu Zi moved outside the curtain and saw the polished kitchen knife on the table.

The rag that blocked her mouth had long been pushed out bit by bit with her tongue. She slowly moved to the edge of the table, leaned over, caught the back of the knife with her teeth, inserted the knife next to the seam of the table, and then He fell to the ground, raised his feet vigorously, pointed the rope in the direction of the blade, and cut gently and hard.

The rope that tied her was as thick as a thumb. Although the knife was stuck in the gap between the table and the wall, the head behind the knife could not bear the force. She did not dare to move too much, for fear that the rope would not be cut and the knife would be damaged instead. Lost.

Fortunately, the kitchen knife was sharpened, and it only took a while for the rope around his ankle to be worn off. Wu Ziying moved his foot hard, and the rope around his foot was loosened.

"Mom, you comb your hair so beautifully"

"That's right, it doesn't matter who your mother is."

A woman's voice like a broken gong came from the next room, and at the same time there were footsteps.

They are coming out.

Wu Ziying quickly retracted her unbound feet, stood up from the ground with the help of her shoulders, turned her back, turned her head, and placed the rope binding her hands on the blade.

The power in her hand was controlled more accurately. Almost at the moment when the rope in her hand was disconnected, the curtain blocking the room next door was lifted up, and a large ball of fat stepped out from inside.

Before Wu Ziying noticed, her originally tied hair had fallen down, and the collar of her body had also fallen apart during the struggle, revealing her delicate collarbones and the corset that bound her chest.

The shy joy on the woman's face turned into a scream when she saw Wu Ziying in the hall: "Ah..."

(End of this chapter)