My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 4. Little pitiful one being bullied, little pitiful one being bullied.

Chapter 4. Little pitiful being bullied, little pitiful being bullied. . .

When Cheng Qingzhi left, Cheng Songer finally had time to carefully examine the room. On the wall of the main room hung a bow and several arrows, as well as some hunting nets.

The original body's mother, besides being a wealthy farmer, would also go hunting in the mountains behind the village during her free time. The original body also learned some basic skills from her.

However, there were often ferocious beasts in the mountains, and a slight carelessness could lead to becoming a meal for the beasts. The original body was timid and dared not venture deep into the mountains, only daring to hunt small animals like wild rabbits and foxes.

Having been in the female-dominated world for a few days, not only was Cheng Songer unable to eat enough or dress warmly, but she also started craving meat.

Cheng Songer took down the bow and arrows, relying on the original body's hunting memories. She was eager to try it out and planned to go hunting in the mountains after finishing the autumn harvest at the landlord's house.

While Cheng Qingzhi was wiping away his tears in the kitchen, when he returned to the main room, the bundle of thorns on the ground was gone.

The thorns that had once beaten him mercilessly were now broken into two pieces and thrown into the firewood pile in the yard, inconspicuous.

Even though Cheng Qingzhi still harbored fear towards Cheng Songer, he couldn't help but look into the main room.

In the dim light, Cheng Songer stood with her back to him, pulling the bowstring. The sleeves rolled up to her elbows revealed her slender and powerful arms. Her back was straight and resilient, just like her name, like a pine tree standing proudly in the wind and snow.

In all the years at the Cheng family, Cheng Qingzhi felt for the first time that the person who used to frighten him like an evil spirit had such an admirable figure.

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With the beautiful expectation of going hunting and eating meat in a few more days, Cheng Songer entered dreamland.

The next day, she woke up and saw a basin of hot water and a bowl of dumpling soup on the stool by the kang. The steam was rising, and it looked warm in the deep autumn.

She washed her face, quickly finished the dumpling soup, and felt a warm current spreading through her body, filling her with energy.

She walked out of the room and saw Cheng Qingzhi sitting in the courtyard, washing clothes in the early morning. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands were red from the cold, and his thin body looked even more frail in the chilly morning. His soft long hair swayed slightly with his movements, revealing his slender back. It seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away.

The people in the village were all poor, and the clothes were made of rough fabric, which often caused injuries when washing by hand. Therefore, the men in the village didn't wash clothes by hand but used a wooden stick to beat them.

But the original body enjoyed tormenting Cheng Qingzhi for amusement. She threw away the stick used for beating clothes and ordered him to wash by hand, without allowing any dirt. However, oil stains were difficult to wash, especially those stained on hemp clothes, and there were no strong cleaning agents available.

Cheng Qingzhi's fingertips were all worn out, with bloody skin and clothes that couldn't be washed clean. Another beating awaited him.

Memories of Cheng Qingzhi being beaten resurfaced in his mind. Whether it was a wooden stick, a whip, or a thorny branch, he was like a docile lamb that never knew how to resist, silently enduring everything. After the original body finished beating him, he would retreat and curl up in the corner of the kitchen, silently licking his wounds.