Chapter 72 The Real World

A strange smell drifted into the tip of the nose, and I don't know how long this body has not been bathed.

Her eyes swept back and forth over the two of them, hey, she had to wash her body first, otherwise she would keep smelling a strange smell, and she thought she would be smoked to death.

Bei Yutang returned to the room and took the musty quilt on the bed to the outside yard to dry. She opened the cabinet and took out the clothes inside.

Every time he took out a piece of clothing, the expression on Bei Yutang's face became awkward.

I go, have these clothes never been washed? !

Bei Yutang was picking and choosing, and finally found a piece of clothes that looked cleaner.

Her clothes were found, and the boy Mo's clothes were a little embarrassed.

Bei Yutang followed the fragmentary memory and dug out Kid Mo's clothes. These clothes, rather than clothes, are more of a patch.

The size of the clothes is adult's, and it is full of traces of sewing and mending.

Bei Yutang looked at the clothes he was wearing, which were similar to the clothes in his hands.

Hey, this is really poor!

The boy Mo opened his big black eyes and looked at Bei Yutang with puzzled eyes. He didn't know what his mother wanted to do by suddenly rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clothes.

"Go. Take a shower."

The boy Mo was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

The little guy hesitated, seeing Bei Yutang's soft complexion, and asked cautiously, "Mother, are you okay?"

After she wanted to wake up, the little guy finally found a chance to ask.

"fine."

"But..." The boy Mo hesitated.

He still remembers what it looked like when his mother suddenly fainted.

"Don't worry, I'm in good health." Bei Yutang looked at the undisguised worry in the boy's eyes, and a hint of warmth appeared in his cold heart.

The original owner Mu Zhimo treats him like this, not only does he not hold grudges, but he also cares for her so much.

Hey, I really don't know how the heart of the original owner Muzhimo grew.

"I'm going to fetch water, you will first boil the water in the tank." Bei Yutang ordered.

"Yeah." Kid Mo nodded.

Bei Yutang carried the wooden barrel and followed the memory towards the stream.

Halfway there, I met a few women. When several women saw Bei Yutang, their faces were surprised.

Bei Yutang walked past several people, and heard the voices of several people talking from behind.

"Isn't that Muzhitao? She's not lying on the bed half-dead and can't move, why is it better now?" a woman said in confusion.

"Who knows! Two days ago, I saw that kid from her family and ran to Dr. Li's house to beg him to see a doctor. I've been kneeling at the door of Li's house all day."

"Er Gouzi is a good child, but it's a pity that such an unreliable mother is on the table."

"Isn't that true? I feel pitiful when I look at that child Ergouzi. Every day I'm not beaten by Muzhitao, but she is scolded by her, and it doesn't stop for a day. Last time Muzhitao hit Ergouzi with a wooden stick. Forehead, I remember he passed out on the spot." The woman said, her voice full of resentment.

"Fortunately, the child was lucky and was not killed."

Bei Yutang listened to the whispers of several people, and from the fragmentary memory, she really found what they said.

At that time, the original owner Mu Zhimo didn't agree because of the matchmaking, and the reason was that she was carrying an oil bottle by her side. The family she finally took a fancy to, refused her to marry for this reason.