Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Little Pei has a wish to get rich.

After Pei Zhu couldn't stand it anymore and kicked her out, she immediately went to tell Waiya.

Waiya was sitting in Yu Meng's shack wrapped in a blanket, looking at her sideways:

"It's not easy to make money. Wait until I freeze to death, then you can cut me up and sell me. You'll definitely make a lot of money."

Little Pei said without thinking: "That's impossible. You are so skinny that only bones are left. You must be worthless."

Waiya glared angrily.

Little Pei blinked, folded his hands and said, "If I could come, I would have come a long time ago."

Waiya snorted coldly and turned her head away.

Pei Xiaohai leaned his head over: "Are you angry?"

Waiya shouted: "What do you think?!"

"Don't be angry, you look too much like your dad when you're angry." Little Pei was at a loss and added fuel to the fire.

Waiya, with her eyes wide open, jumped up and pounced on her like a grasshopper: "I look like your father!"

"How is that possible? You are not my mother's biological child." Pei struggled and dodged, but in the end he still fought with her.

Okay, now both of them are angry.

Pei Xiaohai: "It's all your fault. My clothes are dirty. I'm going to get scolded when I get home!"

"Who are you blaming? If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have fought with you!" Waiya pointed at the clearly visible tooth marks on her forehead and said, "You even bit me!"

Pei Xiaohai rolled up his arms and said, "You pinched me first!"

Waiya stood on the bed and said angrily: "I pinched you because you pulled my hair!"

Pei Xiaohai also stood on the bed, hands on hips, and roared: "You pushed me down and I pulled it out!"

Two angry heads banged together...

Soon, they squatted down with tears in their eyes, covering their red heads.

It hurts so much, it’s all her fault!

Logically, we should part ways on bad terms, shouting, "I'm never going to be friends with you again," and then go back to our separate homes.

But none of them wanted to go home, so they froze. Waiya quickly grabbed the quilt and curled up to the side of the bed.

Pei Xiaohai slumped down on the bed angrily, hugged herself and huddled at the other end. The colder she felt, the sadder she became, and she began to sob.

Waiya: ...

Why can't we become deaf while we can't see clearly?

After feeling a little regretful, Waiya decided not to bother with her. She had no other friends, and if this girl froze to death, who would she find to play with in the future?

After she figured it out, she walked over stubbornly, covered herself with the quilt.

Pei Xiaohai clenched his fists vigilantly and stood up in a flash: "What are you doing?! Do you still want to fight?"

Waiya: ...

It wouldn't be a big deal if she froze to death, so why don't I find someone else to play with?

Oh, except her, no one is willing to play with me, a wild child who has no father and no mother.

I am so miserable!

"I don't want to argue with you!" Waiya, "Do you want to be?"

"want!"

What other choice did Little Pei have? She would rather shiver and huddle with Waiya under a ragged blanket, beating her until she whined, than play with someone stronger than her.

Besides, she is a child who is said to be able to see ghosts and ran away from home. How many children would pay attention to her?

Anyway, neither those damn kids nor their brothers and sisters would, nor would the ones who wanted to play with them, nor would the families she helped find when she ran away from home…

There was no need to count anymore. If she wanted to play with others, she could only rely on the fact that she was from the Liu family and get close to them. She also had to grab the popular Baifu girls so that they wouldn't run away.

Pei Xiaohai tugged at the quilt: "Give me some more!"

"I owe you that."

Waiya glared at her with a cold face and gave her most of the quilt in a bad mood?

Pei Xiaohai wrapped himself up tightly with a smile: "I can't help it, you just like me so much!"

Let her freeze to death.

Waiya felt that she might not need friends that much, and after hesitating for a long time, she still couldn't make up her mind.

The two children had just made up, and there was still a little awkwardness between them, so they were silent for a long time.

Until I heard sobbing.

Little Pei started to make small talk again: "Did you hear that someone froze to death in the village? I just came over and saw they set up a shed to store coffins."

It was a very simple shed, with a tattered coffin. The deceased was very dissatisfied and stood aside, scolding his ten-year-old son: "Look at these rubbish you made. Not only are none of them decent, but I'm already dead, and you can't bear to part with my nice clothes, right? I've told you so many times, those are my burial clothes! Burial clothes! Do you know what the dead wear? You bastard, why did you have to hide it? Can you still wear it? Your mother will beat you up if you take it out! This time, I can't stop you..."

It has been a long time since I have seen such a lively ghost. Pei was so scared that he ran away.

"That's Mu Shuanglin," Waiya said with a bit of sadness, "He's not a good guy. Two years ago, his eldest son, Mu Dalang, brought his two younger brothers to throw rocks at me, and he just stood there watching and didn't do anything. I wanted to find a chance to throw rocks back, but the two guys were killed in the landslide, and now he's frozen to death, so I can only throw rocks at his eldest son."

Waiya thought for a moment and said, "Maybe there's also his wife?"

Pei Xiaohai felt that what she said was not very certain: "Is his wife also watching the fun?"

Waiya felt a little uncomfortable. "No, I think his wife is pretty good. She beats up those three bastards whenever they bully others. Widow Zhao's daughter was bullied and came to her house. She hung up those three bastards and beat them. But that old woman wouldn't take me to her. Anyway, those three bastards were her children, so it's not unfair for her to get beaten up."

"Right?" Waiya was a little entangled and confused.

"This..." Little Pei really didn't know. When she was chased all over the village, no one took her to complain, nor did they pay attention to the adults' reactions. They were just thinking about how to hide. "Isn't it normal for children to fight? And you can actually complain?"

Waiya: "Of course...Is it okay? Widow Zhao's daughter always complained, but later everyone said she couldn't afford to make trouble, so few people played with her anymore."

"If I don't want to play, then I won't play," said Pei. "It's better than being bullied."

"That Zhao Xiaoxiao seems to have said the same thing, but she has several friends."

As he was talking, he lost his mind and asked, "They hit you two years ago, and you haven't hit them back yet?"

"What can I do? There were three of them two years ago, and I couldn't outrun any of them. Last year, two of them died, so it didn't seem right for me to hit them. This year, they look so pitiful, and now someone has died. I can only wait until next year."

The Mu family is not Liu Waizui, and Waiya will not take revenge as soon as she finds an opportunity. She would rather wait for a suitable opportunity.

It’s hard to say when we can wait.

Seeing that she was really depressed, Pei Xiaohai had to offer an idea: "I have a way to get Mu Dalang beaten without waiting."

"What method?"

"Mu Dalang hid his father Mu Shuanglin's burial clothes. We just need to tell his mother..."

"He must be beaten!" the bad boys said in unison.

Waiya hesitated a bit: "But...is it appropriate to talk about it now? Someone just died in their family."

"Dead people don't wear the clothes they want to wear," said Pei Xiaohai, the dog-headed military advisor, rather irresponsibly, "Anyway, I told you, whether I go to see you or not."