Gourmet Farm: Your Highness, I can't get enough to feed

Chapter 2 Poor, Very Poor, Very Poor
"All right, all right, you said it yourself, let's break up!"

Mrs. Li quickly took my hand, changed her sharp-tongued and mean-spirited words just now, and said flatteringly, "Auntie, this is also for the good of the Zhao family. I won't take anything from your house, and we will share them later!"

Zhao Xiaomiao responded, watching Li Shi dragged the old man away, the house was always clean, Zhao Xiaomiao seriously examined his current situation, his family was destitute, his parents died, he was separated, and he had a three-month-old sister , the family described it in one word: poor; in two words: very poor, in three words: very poor!
The baby was already crying and fell asleep, Zhao Xiaomiao looked at his sister who was picked up for nothing, feeling very depressed.

"God, do you want to be so cruel?"

Is it a bad name?Zhao Xiaomiao, even if he is small, he still needs to bring a seedling?
Looking at the skinny younger sister, I don't know how much flesh she has?
Enduring the pain in her body and staying on the bed, looking at the bruises on her knees, Zhao Xiaomiao thought that when she fell from the tomb in her previous life, she seemed to have bruised her knees. What is going on?Did he die like this?
"Zhao Xiaomiao, I brought you everything!" While dazed, Mrs. Li walked into the house, and threw a dilapidated pannier and a small bag of flour in front of her, "This is for you sisters!"

Zhao Xiaomiao walked over, looked at the pitifully small amount of flour in the bag, and was a little shocked, "Auntie, is that all?"

Mrs. Li pinched her smile and said, "Xiao Miao, if it wasn't for the fact that you still have a younger sister, I wouldn't be able to share this flour with you. It's not like you don't know how precious this flour is!"

Zhao Xiaomiao looked at Li Shi and made it clear that she was bullying her.

"This earthen wall house belongs to your family, so it belongs to you. You are not allowed to go to Zhao's house in the future. We are separated!"

After Li finished speaking, she grabbed Zhao Xiaomiao's hand and pressed her handprint on a piece of paper, twisted her waist and left. Zhao Xiaomiao looked at the back of Li's leaving, and picked up the flour on the ground. How can she live with so little?
After resting for a while, Zhao Xiaomiao started to make food for her sister, made some flour to make a paste, and fed it to her sister. After finishing the work, seeing that there was not much flour left, Zhao Xiaomiao got up and looked around the house. Not a single grain of rice, this one is really poor.

Zhao Xiaomiao walked out of the house, ready to familiarize herself with the environment first, to see if she could find anything edible in the village, but she couldn't find anything, but instead heard about the original owner, the original owner was Zhao Xiaomiao, father and mother three days ago Going to the mountain to cut firewood, she fell to the bottom of the cliff and died, leaving her and her three-month-old sister behind.

The Zhao family has a total of six sons and two daughters. Zhao Xiaomiao's father ranks third. Because he did not have a son, he has always been excluded by the Zhao family. In addition, he is very poor and is looked down upon by the Zhao family. Zhao Xiaomiao's grandparents value boys over boys. Girl, she was extremely mean to the original owner. When Zhao Xiaomiao's father and mother were still alive, she sold Zhao Xiaomiao to the butcher in the town as a concubine. Who knew that once her father and mother died, the butcher would not want to marry If you lose your sister, you have to take your sister with you. It's not worthwhile to have one more person and more mouths.

Zhao Xiaomiao knew why the aunt was in such a hurry to separate the family, she felt disgusted with their sisters.

Fortunately, although the village was poor, it felt sorry for Zhao Xiaomiao when she learned that her family had been separated.

"Old Zhao's family is really outrageous. The sisters Xiao Miao just separated from their parents after their parents died. It's really unbelievable!"

"Poor little sisters, I don't know if they will survive in the future!"

When Zhao Xiaomiao passed by the entrance of the village, he heard the villagers' discussions, and his heart was astringent. This feeling was not her, but the original owner.

(End of this chapter)