The fierce peasant wife came to make a fortune

Chapter 2
Miao Dafu took Miao Yanzi to the head of the village and talked to the head of the village, and then the head of the village took the two of them to the cemetery in Xiangyang Village to show them a location.

"Dafu, Yanzi, this is the place." Li Chang sighed and said, sympathizing with the children in his heart.

"Li Chang, thank you." Thinking of his father's hard work all his life, and in the end he only got a few feet of land in exchange, Miao Dafu's eyes turned red again.

"Dafu, my condolences! Do you need me to find some people to help you?" the chief asked again.

"No need!" Miao Dafu replied, he is the eldest in the family, and at this moment he must take on the responsibility of being the eldest brother, and no one else can help him for the rest of his life.

"Okay, then come to me if you need anything!" The chief said with a sigh and left.

"Brother, let's dig the grave as soon as possible." Miao Xiaoyan said to Zhuang Dafu who was still in grief. It's been half a day, and if he doesn't dig it into the ground, he's afraid that his father's body will really break down.

"it is good."

Miao Dafu brought a hoe from home and Miao Xiaoyan dug the hole. The brothers and sisters rolled up their father's body on a tattered mat and carried it to the cemetery.

The last handful of soil was put on the grave, and a new grave was added to the cemetery in Miaojia Village.

Miao Dafu sat paralyzed in front of the grave. Without his father, he would have no backbone. Zhuang Dafu burst into tears again at the loss of his future life.

Miao Xiaoque and Miao Xiaobao also cried loudly in front of the grave.

Miao Xiaoyan thought of the sweet potatoes she ate at noon, the dilapidated home, and the three brothers and sisters who seemed to have no ability to survive. She couldn't hold back for a while, and squatted in front of the grave and cried.

She is just a third-rate cook, and in such a poor and poor family, what will she do to support these brothers and sisters?
"Wow wow."

Miao Yanzi's hysterical crying made Miao Dafu, Miao Xiaoque, and Miao Xiaobao stop crying and looked at her together.

Miao Dafu got up and limped to Miao Yanzi's side, persuading him: "Swallow, don't cry, don't worry, brother will support you no matter what!"

Miao Xiaoyan raised her eyes to look at Zhuang Dafu, then burst into tears again.

Her elder brother is only 16 years old, he is lame again, and the family land has been sold. What will he do to support them?
"Swallow, don't cry, you believe in brother, brother will definitely not let you go hungry!" Miao Dafu assured the second sister who was out of breath from crying, even if he sold himself, he would not let his brother die. My sister starved to death.

Miao Xiaoyan cried for a while, then stood up and wiped away her tears, and said to Miao Dafu: "Brother, today is the last time we cry, from now on we have to face life with a smile! We will definitely not starve to death !"

Miao Dafu looked at the second younger sister with a firm face, and nodded in a daze. In the past, the second younger sister was timid and afraid, and would just hide behind her when encountering any troubles. Now, when something happened at home, she grew up a lot.

The brothers and sisters packed up and returned to the broken hut, it was almost dark.Because there was nothing to eat at home, everyone drank a bowl of cold water and went to bed.

The four of them squeezed together on a broken bed, and after a while, the even breathing of the other three could be heard.Although she was very tired, Miao Xiaoyan didn't feel sleepy at all. She looked up at the sky through the dilapidated roof, thinking about how to live in the future?
It's still summer, so this house can still be used temporarily, but what if it's winter or it rains?Another imminent thing is how to fill the stomachs of the brothers and sisters. You can't fill your hunger with water every day, right?
Miao Xiaoyan thought about it and didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

(End of this chapter)