The old woman's name was Jiang Xiaorou, she was around 80 years old, it seems that it was not long before she passed away; but now that she is looking after a girl, she made a promise to take care of herself in order to raise the girl.
With the basket in her hand, she went to her home, first lifted the basket she had thrown while running, raising the fruits and thrown herbs, but also placed some herbs in the basket of the girl, made it in such a way to camouflage and to be able to enter your house quickly.
"My granddaughter, I apologize if it hurts you, but it's for your own good, if you can understand me please do not cry, be a good child".
As if he understood, the girl remained silent.
(Do not worry, I perfectly look my way so I will not draw attention)
Jiang Xiaorou to see her quiet could reassure her heart. Without wasting time, she went home.
Crossing the forest, she could hear the whinnying of horses as well as shouts. The old lady immediately became concerned as she remembered today's date.
"As I could forget, today the soldiers come to collect the tributes"
Due to the joy of raising a girl, the matter of the tributes is forgotten, without wasting time I accelerate her steps to quickly reach her home and hide the girl of any person.
The village was called YMYLOL, a poor village where its people, around 20 to 30 people lived from the harvest of fruits and herbs, because the village was between a forest and the mountains, they cannot cultivate the land. Only the head of the village is dedicated to raising horses for soldiers and lookouts.
In the center of the village, about six soldiers collected tributes from the villagers.
"Quick riff-raff, give your part to my men, they already know 60% of their work. The rest, if you want to exchange, get closer to the next cart.
The sergeant of the group speaks with a firm and threatening tone to the villagers, which all rush to deliver the corresponding taxes. On his right side was a cart with an old man who offered cloth, tools, among other things. Only a few approached, since, with the payment of taxes, most had nothing to change.
("Seeing the emaciated appearance, I realize the abuse that these villagers receive, I am surprised that they can keep up with the little food they leave")
Jiang Wushuang spoke in her mind as he watched among the herbs what was happening in the center of the village.
Jiang Xiaorou was slipping between the huts, avoiding the sight of both the villagers and the soldiers, their biggest concern was the girl in her basket, if anyone saw her, she feared that people would be frightened and kill her.
When she was about to enter her house, a soldier stopped her.
"Hey, your hag, stop there"
Jiang Xiaorou felt her heart go out and her body trembled, turned to see that the soldier was addressing her.
"Yes sir, what do you want?"
Jiang Xiaorou saluted while ducking her head, using her hands to move the herbs to better hide the child.
"I do not remember seeing you when we called everyone. Where were you?"
The soldier spoke with a threatening and firm voice before the old woman. Jiang Xiaorou fearful responds. "Excuse me, but I'm picking herbs and fruits, but due to my age I spend my time, right now I'll give you my part, I'll just go into my house to separate things"
The impatient soldier answers "You will not do it here, who knows if you hide something else"
Jiang Xiaorou could not help but turn pale with fear, she knew that she should not attract attention, but the soldier did not take his eyes off her.
("What do I do, what do I do? ... know! I'll have to give him most of the fruits and put a little in the other basket so they do not discover it).
Jiang Xiaorou thought about this idea and she did, I just put a little fruit in the little girl's basket and I have passed most of it to the soldier.
The soldier received the fruit basket, but still asks her. "And what about the herbs? The herbs are missing"
Jiang Xiaorou was surprised at this, gathered a little courage to answer him.
"They are just aromatic herbs and a little spice, it does not have much value, sir."
The furious soldier throws a blow to her cheek to Jiang Xiaorou, then says. "Stupid outcast, I said the herbs are missing, you do not decide anything, put the damn herbs!".
Everyone observed the situation; the villagers wondered why he always gave what the soldiers asked without answering them, but because he behaves that way.
Jiang Xiaorou could not stop shaking and began to sweat, her eyes were turning red, but still I fight to avoid shedding tears. The blow she received left to wound on her lip shedding blood, but she only cared about her granddaughter.
(Why, now that my only wish on this life has been fulfilled, will I lose it so quickly? It's just a baby.) Gods, please help me, please. ")
Jiang Wushuang observed the situation, and seeing the blow that her grandmother received besides the reluctance of her expression reflected before the order of the soldier, it was decided to use her ability.
("Even if it cost me a lot, there is no other solution: mist form")
Jiang Wushuang became a mist, and using the little time like this is hiding in the house.
Jiang Xiaorou begins to take some of the herbs when he realizes that the girl was not there.
("What? is not here, How ...?"). The old woman is surprised at the fact that the girl was not in the basket.
"Hey, old lady, what are you waiting for?"
The soldier speaks to her a second time to hurry her. Jiang Xiaorou quickly grabs the herbs and places them in the soldier's basket.
The soldier seeing the basket full in half turn and returns to the group.
A villager who was close to her asks him. "What's wrong? You did not behave like that before. You almost make them kill you or worse kill us all. "
Jiang Xiaorou very nervous responds. "I-I'm sorry, maybe because of my age I have become a bit senile."
Jiang Xiaorou quickly returns to her house, put the basket on the table and throw everything there, just to confirm that the girl was not there. Her mind went blank, thinking that everything was a hallucination until he heard a moan in her bed. She turned around and could not help but cry.
In the middle of the house a girl with silver hair shining in the sunlight, as beautiful and as delicate as a doll, rested quietly.
Jiang Xiaorou went to the bed, made himself and began to cry, holding her voice not to attract attention, but also to relieve the stress of the previous situation.
Her tears were also of joy because the girl was here, it was not a hallucination, she was able to fulfill her desire. Her crying continued for a long time until she ended in a deep sleep hugging the girl.
Jiang Wushuang in her sleep said in her mind.
("Blood for blood, I will destroy your body and burn your soul in the flames of hell")
* YMYLOL means outcast.
If there is equality in the names with characters from other novels, I apologize, but I do not know many names in Chinese. If you could give me help I would appreciate it very much
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