At this time, someone entered the small shabby house. “Ah Nu, why didn’t you wake up after sleeping for such a long time? Hurry up and get up to cook for everyone. We don’t feed idle people here!”
Xuan Yingluo finally realized that she was no longer Xuan Yingluo in this place. Instead, she was the ah nu that everyone could bully.
Xuan Yingluo struggled to get up and walked out.
A fire had already been set up on the grass outside, and many women with the same status as her were lowering their heads and cooking.
Everyone’s expressions seemed to be very numb, and there was no eye contact or verbal communication between them. They looked very depressed.
Xuan Yingluo was assigned to pick up tree branches. When she came back with a few bundles of tree branches, the men who were training had already come over.
