pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 122 The Thatched House on the Hill
Xiao Jinyi took Song Qingge to the other side of the mountainside, where there was also a small village.

Dashi Town is very prosperous, and the most dilapidated house on the street is better than Mrs. Xiao's wing room, and the dozen or so families hidden in the mountains seem to have walked into another village.

The thatched huts hidden in the woods stood crookedly and struggling. Some houses had not been rested for a long time, and there were big gaps.

The biggest feature of this house is that grass grows on the walls and roof, which seems to blend in with the surrounding woods.

Seeing these houses, Song Qingge suddenly realized that she and Xiao Jinyi lived well.

"My lady, the house on the top is Uncle Li's house, the house with a tree growing on it, let's plant a tree on the roof when we go back." Xiao Jinyi didn't think there was anything wrong here, and happily introduced it to Song Qingge .

"..."

Song Qingge's mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer.

When passing by these houses, Song Qingge didn't see anyone inside, it was empty, and soon walked to the house Xiao Jinyi mentioned, only to hear the voice of talking.

"Ahem... Take the medicine quickly, and go to Aunt Zhang's house next door to stay for a few days when you recover from illness, and come back when your mother and I recover."

"Yes, Dad, when will brother Dabao come? He said he will come to see Da Ya today."

"Dabao keeps his word, he will definitely come if he says so, you take the medicine first."

"I'm going to wait for Brother Dabao to come and eat."

"This child, go and feed your mother to get up and take medicine."

"Father, do you think brother Dabao can bring steamed buns at noon?"

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After Song Qingge and Xiao Jinyi came to the door of the house, they didn't enter right away. She waited outside for a while and listened to the conversation inside, trying to make sure if the people inside were pretending to be sick.

After listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Song Qingge sighed, it really is...

"Uncle Li, big girl, I brought my wife here."

Seeing that Song Qingge was not pulling him, Xiao Jinyi walked in happily holding Song Qingge's hand, and raised the food box in his hand to the little girl inside, "Look, my brother brought you meat, my lady Yes, the dishes she cooks are delicious."

"Brother Dabao."

"Who is this? Cough cough...you go out quickly, the family is full of sick people, they will be infected, cough cough..."

There were three people in the room, one was lying on the bed, one was sitting on the chair, and one was sitting on the bench.

After they came in, including the father and daughter speaking, the woman lying on the bed did not respond, as if... dead.

Song Qingge looked around the room and couldn't help frowning.

She has always felt that she and Dabao have already suffered a lot. Looking at it now, the lives of the poor people in the world are far beyond her imagination.

There is only one kang in the crowded hut with four people standing, it is pitch black everywhere, there is not even a window, the only light comes in through the door, once the door is closed, the room is no different from the night.

The Uncle Li that Xiao Jinyi spoke of was dark and thin, with deeply sunken cheeks, and he leaned weakly on the chair, without even the strength to speak.

As for the little girl squatting on the bench, she was thin and small, and the clothes on her body had many patches, but she looked clean and didn't feel dirty.

Except for her, the inside of the house was really dirty and dilapidated, and the walls on the kang were covered with grass.

"Hello, I'm Dabao's wife. He said you were sick and worried all the time. I'll come to see you."

(End of this chapter)