Chapter 122 The Blessed Girl from the Farm 1

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"Oh oh oh……"

As the rooster crows, the morning light gradually dissipates the darkness.

Smoke rose from the village, and people began to work for the day.

Huxin Village is an ordinary village in the Jiang Dynasty. The people in the village have lived here for generations, rarely leaving, and no powerful people have ever emerged.

Eating in the soil and relying on the sky for food. If you don't have enough to eat, you won't die of hunger. As long as there are no natural or man-made disasters, it can be considered a kind of happiness.

At the dinner table of the Jiang family, Lao Qian took a rice spoon to distribute food to the family. The bowls of the three strong laborers were not so thin. The vegetables and leaves were mixed with whole grains. The women were thinner. When it was the children's turn, the boys' bowls were also thin. Do it better than girls.

One was quite special. As a girl, Jiang Le'an had the same amount of food in her bowl as a few strong laborers, and a boiled egg.

Everyone else at the dinner table looked calm and normal when they saw this.

Nanzhi looked at the soup in front of him that was so thin that his own shadow could be seen, and then at the black pickles with a peculiar smell placed in the middle of the table, feeling uncomfortable.

Nanzhi has been in this world for two days, and Nanzhi has not been full for a day. When he is hungry, he wants to eat dirt.

The child, who was only four years old, was led by his elder sister to do whatever he could, such as feeding chickens and washing clothes!

My elder sister, Ya, is only ten years old. She has to do a lot of things and takes on most of the housework.

Nanzhi looked at the porridge and boiled eggs in her little aunt Jiang Le'an's bowl and swallowed her saliva. I want to eat eggs too.

Drinking vegetable porridge, even with Nanzhi's small appetite, it is not full. In fact, in this family, we cannot eat as much as we want.

Nanzhi asked: "Why do my grandfather, father and uncle eat a lot and can be full, but I can't be full?"

System: "Because they have to work. How can they work if they don't have enough to eat? How can they create value and feed their families? Even if they are animals, they have to be fed, right?"

Nanzhi: "...animals can be full, but I can't be full."

system:……

Who are you scolding? Is it a real beast or a human being?

"Mom and Dad, I don't have much to do. I'm not hungry. I can't finish my meal. You guys can eat." Jiang Le'an gave the remaining vegetable porridge to his parents with chopsticks.

Jiang Baiming didn't mind that his daughter had allocated it to him, so he drank it while snoring.

Lao Qian smiled very happily at her little girl's filial piety. Although everything in the family was arranged by Da Qian, she still liked someone to take her into consideration.

"Look at the whole family, who remembers people as much as Le'an does." Lao Qian took advantage of this and knocked on the people at the dinner table.

Everyone lowered their heads while eating. The second daughter-in-law, Xiao Qianshi, immediately said, "Yes, my sister-in-law is filial. Whoever has a filial sister-in-law in this family will be blessed at first glance."

Lao Qian saw that except for his niece and daughter-in-law, who could speak, everyone else looked like a gourd with a sawed-off mouth, unable to even say a good word, and he became angry after seeing her.

Especially the eldest daughter-in-law, she almost buried her face in the bowl. She was reincarnated as a starving ghost, gave birth to two daughters, and had nothing to do. I was afraid that the eldest son would not even have a pot-breaking person in the future.

The same goes for the two daughters. When they saw the two granddaughters, one was as dejected as her mother and wanted to bury her face in the bowl. The other's eyes were running wildly, staring straight at the little girl's eggs.

It's not pleasing to look at and can't be put on the stage.

Realizing that her grandma was staring at her, Nanzhi smiled at her. Old Qian curled his lips, pulled down his old droopy eyelids, and ignored Nanzhi at all.

Lao Qian's eyes turned to her three grandchildren. These three grandchildren were all born to her niece. The women of their Qian family were good at giving birth.

Lao Qian showed a satisfied look.

Nanzhi was stunned for a moment when she saw her grandma's attitude, and then ate silently. When Wu saw this, she sighed inwardly, but didn't say anything.

I couldn't give birth to a son, so it was useless to say anything.

It had been four or five years since she gave birth to her eldest daughter, and she finally got pregnant. She thought she was a son, but she turned out to be a daughter, which made Wu very desperate.

When a large family is together, there are always all kinds of dissensions.

After breakfast, the adults all went to the fields. There were more than ten people in the family, all relying on the ground.

Several children are doing housework at home. Nanzhi’s task today is to pick yellow leaves from the vegetable field and feed them to the chickens.

She touched her belly and knocked it. There was a "dong-dong-dong" sound, and there was the sound of water inside.

Nanzhi walked towards the vegetable field and passed by her little aunt's room. There was a small table by the window with a vase on the table. There were wild flowers in the vase, which was quite wild.

There are not many rooms in the small farmyard. Each family has one room, and there are no separate rooms for children. However, Jiang Le'an has a separate house, and Jiang Le'an is doing embroidery in the room.

Jiang Lean is at home all year round and rarely goes out. His skin is very white, and his temperament is completely different from that of a farm girl.

Nanzhi was envious and walked to the vegetable field to pick yellow cabbage leaves and rotten vegetable leaves. It would be better if there were insects, as the hens would like to eat them more.

Nanzhi picked some vegetable leaves, carried the vegetable leaves to the chicken coop, threw the vegetable leaves into the chicken coop, and muttered: "Mother chicken, you must lay more eggs, Zhizhi wants to eat eggs."

"Hey, will there be a lot of eggs laid, but Zhizhi still can't eat them?" Nanzhi looked melancholy and said to the system: "Brother, I'm hungry. I'm so hungry. I'm hungry. I need rice."

system:……

It’s useless for you to tell me!

Nanzhi looked at the chickens in the chicken pen with their eyes shining brightly, like weasels, with green eyes that could chew the chickens alive and make the children starve to death.

Nanzhi really felt the differences in the world. Sometimes she was a princess, sometimes she was a peasant girl. She couldn't even eat and was crying!

"Erya, get me some water so I can wash my hands." Jiang Le'an stuck his head out of the window and shouted to Nanzhi.

Nanzhi groaned and said to her little aunt, "Auntie, I can't carry it." The wooden basin was very heavy. Nanzhi didn't know martial arts and couldn't carry such a heavy thing.

Nanzhi still wanted to become a martial arts master, but was told that this world is not a martial arts world. Even if there is force, it is just tempering the body and has no internal strength.

Jiang Le'an frowned and saw the mud on Nanzhi's hand, but didn't say anything to insist on letting her pick it up.

There was sweat on Jiang Lean's embroidered palms and fingers. She wanted to wash her hands, so she went to the kitchen house to scoop out water and wash her hands. When passing by Nanzhi, she saw the dirty Nanzhi and frowned, "You should wash it too."

Nanzhi snorted, looked at Jiang Lean and said, "Auntie, you are so beautiful."

Jiang Le'an nodded reservedly, and Nanzhi said again: "Auntie, I'm hungry, I want to eat."

My aunt has snacks there. Every time my uncle comes back from the county, he will bring some snacks and cakes to my aunt.

Uncle Jiang Yuze is a child student, studying in the county town, and is a scholar of the Jiang family.

Those pastries are very cheap, but for farmers, they are considered a luxury item.

(End of chapter)