Lanzhi didn’t hate Gu Erlang.

It was just, that her ideal husband was not a farmer like Gu Erlang.

She wanted a gentle and elegant young man, with whom they could play the zither harmoniously, and love each other in front of the flowers and under the moonlight.

If the Marquis Mansion hadn’t declined, her ideals would probably have been realized.

But now, she has become a slave and those dreams she once had have disappeared without a trace.

Lanzhi glanced at Mrs. Chen secretly, but she didn’t seem to notice it.

She felt anxious. Now she was just a slave bought by Gu Fei. Was she worthy of Gu Erlang?

She knew that Gu Fei wouldn’t care about this, but would her family also not care?

Lanzhi’s expression dimmed, and she was thinking about it when she suddenly heard Bao’er shout, “Mom, I don’t want a wife. If I have a wife, she will steal my food!”

Everyone laughed even more.

Mrs. Qian patted him and said: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

She turned to look at the woman and said, “Forget it, my family doesn’t have enough food to feed multiple people.”

There was despair in the woman’s eyes.

By selling Lian’er for a bucket of rice, Lian’er can have a way of living, and she and her son can live a few more days.

If she couldn’t sell Lian’er, the family couldn’t survive.

Suddenly the woman grabbed Lian’er’s hair and started beating her: “You’re a useless girl, you can’t even be exchanged for a bucket of rice, so what’s the use of raising you! You might as well die early, and everyone will be clean after you die.”

Lian’er whimpered and didn’t dare to fight back.

The woman beat the girl a few times and lost strength, so she sat on the ground and cried.

The boy cried too, and the whole family cried together.

The woman fainted while crying. Lian’er and her brother grabbed her mother and shook her: “Mom, mother, wake up——”

Aunt Liu, the wife of the village chief, sighed, stood up walked to the woman, squatted down, reached out, and pinched the woman’s forehead. A slight sound came from the woman’s throat, and she faintly woke up.

Aunt Liu shook her head, got up, and went back: “She’s just hungry.”

Lian’er suddenly kowtowed to everyone crazily, “Everyone, uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters, please give me a bite of food. Please save my mother. My mother will starve to death if she doesn’t eat.”

Gu Fei looked at it blankly and saw that Lian’er’s forehead was quickly bruised and blood was oozing out.

Mrs. Chen whispered: “Oh, this world! This girl is filial. Go and get her two cornbreads.”

Gu Fei stood up and hurriedly went to the mule cart to get two cornbreads made by her mother. She walked up to the woman and stretched out her hand.

When the woman saw the food, she grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.

Suddenly she stopped, handed one of the cornbreads to her son, and broke the remaining one into two halves, each for herself and Lian’er.

Mrs. Qian sneered at the side and wanted to say something, but held back.

Lian’er held half of the steamed bun in her hands but didn’t eat it, she was in tears.

She suddenly stood up and walked to Gu Fei and knelt: “Miss, you are kind-hearted. Buy me. I will be your maid, make cows and horses for you, and I can do anything.”

“If you bought me, I can live, my mother and brother can live too, I beg you, I only need to eat one steamed bun a day.”

Gu Fei opened her mouth for a while, then smiled bitterly at Lian’er and said, “Stop kneeling, I’m not a young lady. I used to be a maid for others, and my family is not rich either. I’m sorry, I really can’t help you. ”

Mrs. Chen sighed to Lian’er from the side: “Daughter, in our current case, no one has enough food. Eat quickly. If you eat, you can live one day longer.”