Xiao Zimo's cautious little appearance seems to be afraid of hurting his mother's self-esteem, and more like he is afraid that his mother will be unhappy.

Bei Yutang frowned, Xiao Zimo shrank his neck in fright, and stood there motionless, obediently waiting for the rattan to come down.

Seeing his subconscious reaction, Bei Yutang sighed slightly in his heart, and couldn't help but greet Mu Zhitao in his heart.

What a sin!

"Come on."

Bei Yutang was not strong, and handed over the flint and steel to Xiao Zimo's hands.

As the daughter of the Hou Mansion and the princess of King Jin, Bei Yutang has never had a fire in his life. Even the face world where the mission is carried out is also the identity of worry-free food and clothing, and there is no need to do such heavy work.

Xiao Zimo looked at the flint in his hand, and then looked at his mother with a smile on her face.

The mother was not angry, and the little person couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bei Yutang stood aside and watched Xiao Zimo skillfully use flint and steel to light the firewood, skillfully adding firewood and blowing fire.

The matter of burning the fire, Bei Yutang handed it over to Xiao Zimo with confidence, and she found out the wooden barrel and washed it clean.

It is not easy to find a complete wooden barrel in this four-walled home. Speaking of which, this wooden barrel is still an object brought out by Mu Zhitao when he was driven out for the sake of his angry mother-in-law, Lin.

After a pot of water is boiled, pour it into a wooden barrel, adjust it to a suitable temperature with cold water, and remove the kid's ink.

When I saw that under the clothes, the small body was so thin that only skin and bones remained, and the small body was covered with bruises and purple bruises, and there were many scars on it.

These scars, some old and some new, especially seeing the rattan marks on Xiao Zimo's thin back, Bei Yutang's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were slightly cold.

She knew that these injuries were all from the hands of Mu Zhitao.

Memory is memory, reality is reality, and when memory and reality coincide, the impact is far more ferocious than what you see in your memory.

Damn the peach of wood, this vicious woman!

Fortunately, she died, otherwise if she treated the kid like this, sooner or later the little guy would be beaten to death by her.

Bei Yutang couldn't help but rejoice that she came and replaced the vicious woman.

When Bei Yutang's chubby fingers touched the wound on his body, the little guy's body stiffened, and the whole person stiffened and did not dare to move, and his slightly trembling body betrayed the fear and fear in his heart.

"Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Zimo felt the warm touch on his back, there was no expected pinching or pinching, only a gentle touch, and a warm current appeared in his body, which flowed all over his body.

"It doesn't hurt." A glutinous voice sounded.

"If anyone dares to beat you in the future, you must fight back, and you can't stand there stupidly and let people beat you. If you can't beat it, hide it. Bei Yutang took the opportunity to educate.

Xiao Zimo raised his head, and his eyes as black as graphite stared at her for a moment.

It's getting weird.

He didn't understand, but he still nodded obediently and took his mother's words to heart.

Bei Yutang carried him into the wooden barrel, and as soon as the man reached the wooden barrel, the water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Embarrassment, no, don't you want to be so dirty!

It took three pots of hot water to wash him from head to toe. The first bucket of water was washed down, and I didn't know if I thought it was soy sauce.

It took a lot of effort to wash the kid's ink. After the dirty little face was washed, I didn't expect it to be a white and tender little face, with those black and bright grape-like eyes, not to mention how beautiful it was, and it was a little Zhengtai who was alive.