The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 2 Deciding to Change (1)
"Mother, don't worry, my sister will be fine." Zisen held his mother's hand, rubbed against her side, and comforted her softly.

Yang Ziqian, who was pretending to be dizzy, was completely confused at the moment.

Can anyone tell her what is going on.

She was just bored and flustered. On a whim, she wanted to relax herself, so she went with the group to the Primitive Forest Development Zone of Yuyu Mountain.

She remembered clearly that the young people in the group were all couples, and she and the tour guide were the only ones who were single.On this day, the tour guide explained the behavior and precautions, and she walked freely for half a day. In order to avoid those loving couples, she chose a narrow path to go up the mountain alone.

She also noticed the warning sign "Undeveloped, do not enter" on the side of the road, and she just thought about walking a few more steps and returning to the original road.

I didn't think about it, I really only took a few steps, stepped on the ground, and fell, and when I woke up, it was the current situation.

This, who is who, this family saved her, and she would not become their daughter. It doesn't matter if she recognizes a god-in-law and a daughter, but let her call these three little brats brothers, How will this make her mess up in the future?

At this time, Yang Ziqian, with one head and two big ones, was full of thoughts in his heart.

"Mother, the white noodle soup is ready." The gray and thick bowl was half filled and brought to the bedside.

"Mother's dear son Qian, my brother is here to cook some delicious food, wake up quickly, mother will feed you." He yelled in a low voice while carrying the bowl.

"Coo coo." Two strange yells made Yang Ziqian feel the urge to stretch out his hand to suppress it.What the hell, I am really so hungry that I even growl in my stomach.

The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest.Yang Ziqian slowly opened his eyes, looked up, and saw that there was only half a bowl of noodle soup, which made her feel like she was a baby again.

Yueniang was overjoyed again, and quickly used a small ladle to feed it into her daughter's mouth one by one.

It melts in the mouth, and the mouth is full of wheat fragrance. This is the real original ecological farm flavor.Yang Ziqian sighed deeply, half a bowl of noodle soup was swept away, feeling a little regretful.

"Mother's fourth girl is tired, lie down quickly, take a nap, and mother will make you some noodle soup after waking up." After finishing speaking, he gently moved her to lie down, and then gave her a loving smile, " Be good, go to sleep." Seeing people obediently closing their eyes, the family left the room to prepare breakfast.

The noodle soup just now was too little for Yang Zi, but now, if she looked at the corn soup in several bowls on the table, she would definitely feel dizzy.

One bowl per person, the clear corn soup, almost can't be called a soup, it's just a bowl of water, mixed with some corn flour, which turns the color a little yellow.On the table, each person holds a vegetable pancake, some cornflour, and a little white flour.If there is no white flour, even if Yueniang is skillful, she can't fry vegetables and corn flour into cakes.

"Yue Niang, eat more." Yang Danian put a pancake from his own bowl into his wife's bowl.

"No, I can't eat that much. If you eat, you still have to work in the fields." Yueniang put the pancakes into her husband's bowl again.

This kind of drama, every day, every meal, will be staged on this simple table.The children would silently bite their lips, their noses sour.

The family is poor, and my mother loves my father very much, and always prepares more food for him; my father also loves my mother when she is pregnant, and always asks my mother to eat more.The couple let the past, let it come, and in the end, they would often divide the remaining little things into the bowls of the four of them.

"Father, I'm twelve years old this year. I won't be herding cattle for my boss anymore. I'm going to come back and learn how to work in the fields with you!" Zimu gritted his teeth, looked at his father with red eyes.If you can work, you must do more, so that your parents will have enough to eat, and your younger brothers and sisters will not go hungry.

"Well, I think so too. In the evening, I'll go to my boss's place and let Zilin work for you."

The cowherd boy also has a set of clothes for one year. Because he doesn't eat at the host's house, he has a few liters more food for work. This kind of income plays a pivotal role in this family. This is because the host family is also very good. See There are many children in his family, so he was specially given this job.Yang Danian didn't want to give up.

The family, taking advantage of breakfast time, has a clear division of labor. Yang Danian is still tending his crops; Yang Zimu will go to his boss's house for his last day's work; "Yueniang, I can't leave this house."

Is this home a home?

When the family walked out of the room, Yang Ziqian sat up from the bed.Looking around, the more you look, the more frightened you become.Even if the economic conditions in remote mountainous areas are not good enough to afford to build buildings, not to mention the first and second floors, but it is not like this sorghum beams are erected on the wall, and fist-sized holes can be seen everywhere on the walls; looking up, the sky, the roof, are actually Straw; bow your head, the bed you sleep on is just a few pieces of wood, there is no bed board, it is covered by a bed fence made of bamboo, no wonder your back is so painful.Hands up, ready to rub.

I was taken aback, this, what's the situation.

The ten fingers are as thin as sticks, and the two arms are so thin that they can show bones.This is clearly the body of a young girl. Even if I fall into a vegetable and sleep for three to five years, my nearly 30-year-old body will not shrink like this.

With a small body and still wearing linen clothes, Yang Ziqian couldn't calm down, could it be, what happened to him?

Look around again; close your eyes, open them; rub your eyes, open them again, nothing has changed in the slightest.

Thinking of the words and deeds of this family just now, God, you are so kind to me, you actually let me, Yang Ziqian, take my own memories to travel to the barren farmhouse.

It's ridiculous, there are thousands of contests, and in the end, nothing happens.It's true, sometimes there must be a fate, and there is no time to force it.It seems that I, Yang Ziqian, cannot win the fight.

Dejected, he fell down, pulled off the thin quilt and covered his head together, unexpectedly, he had a good dream.

"Ah Chirp!" Sleeping Yang Ziqian felt a slight tickle on the tip of his nose, sneezed, and woke up with his eyes open.

"Sister, sister, you finally woke up, brother found a fun place, you get up, let's go play." A pair of sly eyes concealed his panic, Yang Zisen quickly hid the dog's tail grass in his hand behind his back.

Yang Ziqian squinted his eyes, and he had seen every move of the brat when he opened his eyes.

"You said it was my brother, then let me ask you a few questions." Yang Ziqian stared at him disdainfully. "If you don't know, you have to call me sister."

"Yang Ziqian, I saw the sky before you. No matter what the problem is, whether you know it or not, I am your elder brother." Yang Zisen held his small face and held his head up, looking like you can do nothing to me.

The younger sister is smart, and has been competing with him, wanting to be the older sister, and has taunted him countless times.Regarding the question she wanted to ask, I really wasn't sure about it.

Yang Ziqian's look of "I knew you couldn't do it" made Yang Zisen deeply hurt.

(End of this chapter)