Ying Shao is a Girl

"Um."

Ying Junchu nodded, expressionless.

"No, boss, how did you know she was a girl? Why didn't I see it?"

Really, Imo couldn't tell that the child was a girl even if he looked left or right.

Like a real boy.

"Because you are stupid." Ying Junchu gave him a cold look.

"..." It hurts my heart.

The smartest Yi Mo could not refute at this time.

"Why is she dressing up as a boy?"

Isn't it good to be a cute girl?

When Ying Jun first looked at Yi Mo, he looked like he was looking at an idiot.

"A girl has no status here. If she didn't dress up as a boy, she would probably be forced to get married by now."

Ying Junchu could roughly guess the reason for this.

Although slaves have a low status, it does not mean that they are stupid. It seems that the parents of the little slaves are very foresighted.

Dressing her up as a boy would be much better than a girl, even though she is still a slave.

Hearing this, the ridiculous wedding and the childish-looking doll bride appeared in Yi Mo's mind again.

A baby bride who is only eleven years old.

The girl in front of her looks to be eight or nine years old. According to local customs, she is old enough to get married.

It's scary to think about it.

He was also disgusted with this custom and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Well, then... let me find a big sister to come over and wash her now."

"Yeah." Ying Junchu nodded.

"Come with me." Yimo waved to the little slave and motioned for her to come over.

However, instead of moving towards Yi Mo, she moved closer to Ying Junchu.

Yimo: "..."

I really don’t eat children!

A kind and kind smile appeared on Yi Mo's lips.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. Come to my brother and I will take you to eat delicious food."

The tone is very much like that of a personal trafficker.

Naturally, the smart little slave would not go with this weirdo.

Her small palms tightly grasped the corners of Ying Junchu's clothes.

He shook his head crazily at Yi Mo.

reject.

Yimo: "..."

"Boss, I'm at my wits end! Children are so difficult to coax!"

Imogen was resigned to the defeat. He really had never dealt with children.

The only time.

once.

"I'll take her there."

Ying Junchu asked her to follow him, and she was very obedient and followed Ying Junchu.

-

After others helped the little slave wash up, she put on the beautiful little dress given by Immo.

She was pretty to begin with, and she became even more beautiful after washing herself.

She is white and looks like an exquisite Barbie doll.

Ying Junchu was a little confused about this. Since she is white, how can she be a slave?

The fact that she is white proves that her parents cannot both be black.

As far as she knew, the slaves in the Sahara were captured by the Sahrawis.

When they see foreign black people in the local area, they will catch them and lock them up. After a month, these black people will not run away.

Slaves for generations.

Then there is only one possibility left, this girl is not her parents' biological child, but picked up.

So the skin color is different.

However, the Sahrawi people don't care about this. They believe that the children of slaves, whether they are biological or picked up, will still be slaves.

The little slave may not have worn such clean and complete clothes and feels a little restrained.

His expression was very unnatural.

Ying Junchu took the ointment from Yi Mo and applied it to her personally.

The little arms were covered with scratches and scabs had begun to form.

The sister who gave her a bath just now was very careful not to get water on her wounds.

"..." The little slave suddenly retracted his hand.

When the ointment is applied to your hands, you will feel a burning sensation.

A little pain.

Ying Junchu made no move, she was waiting for the little slave to calm down.

Sure enough, the little slave calmed down for a while and then stretched out his hand again.

Ying Junchu smiled slightly.

Very light.