Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

The more Old Man Zheng listened, the more excited he became. "Haha, great, if this thing is really the same as wheat, we will never be short of food again."

First he had sweet potatoes, and now he has acorns. Why does he feel like his life is a dream?

When he returned home at night, he always felt dizzy and it felt so unreal.

When it was time to go to bed, Zhou Chunfeng and the old lady stayed in the same room, and the mother and daughter talked about personal matters.

"Mom, I won't hide it from you. When I first found out that the child's father would never get up again, I felt like the sky had fallen. Especially when Xiaoman's face became like this, I wanted to die.

Fortunately, I had the support of my parents-in-law at that time, so I was able to hold on by gritting my teeth.

Later, when my eldest brother's family started to split up, I could understand that and I didn't blame them.

But they almost forced Xiaoman to death. When Xiaoman was fished out, his body was cold.

Mother, my children are my life. At that time, I really wanted to jump into the river with my daughter and end it all.”

When Zhou Chunfeng thought about what happened that day, tears couldn't stop flowing.

Old Mrs. Zhou patted her daughter's back and couldn't stop crying.

"My daughter, you can't have such thoughts. You are my daughter too. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to survive."

Zhou Chunfeng cried and leaned her head on her mother's arms. Only at this time did she no longer have to pretend to be strong.

"Good boy, don't cry, these hard days are almost over.

Qingming and Xiaoman are each more sensible than the other. The days now are no worse than when we were in the mountains.

It’s better to separate the family and stay away from that black-hearted couple. I just need to live my own life from now on.

Before mom came this time, your dad told me that if he saw that you were not living well, he would take you all back home.

As long as we have food to eat, your family won't go hungry.

My daughter, dad and mom will always be behind you."

"Woo woo, mother, thank you, mother."

"My silly girl, why are you saying thank you to me? I am relieved to see that you are doing well this time."

Zhou Chunfeng wiped her tears and said, "Don't worry, Mom. I won't do anything stupid. Although life is a little hard now, I feel more motivated.

Just for the sake of my four children, I have to be well. I want to see them grow up and have their own families."

"It's good that you think so. Even if Xiaoman can't get married in the future, forget it. We have a child to raise.

You must not just find someone for her to marry, or it will ruin her life."

Zhou Chunfeng nodded quickly, "Mom, I know, her father and I have already discussed it, at worst we will just support Xiaoman for the rest of her life.

Xiaoman has an older brother and a younger brother, so she will never lack food. "

"Okay, I hope you can think it through. By the way, I came here this time to ask what your family plans for Qingming Festival are. The child is already thirteen this year, so it's time to meet him first."

Zhou Chunfeng sighed, "Mom, it's not like I haven't thought about it, but look at the situation in my family, who would be willing to marry their daughter to me?"

Old Mrs. Zhou sighed. She thought her grandson was perfect in every way, but others couldn't see it.

"Then it won't be too late to wait another two years. Qingming is still young. Life will get better in two years, and a good daughter will come naturally."

"Yes, mother, that's what I think."

The mother and daughter didn't know what time it was, and finally they couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

The next morning, Old Man Zheng and his two companions came over. Anything related to food was a big deal to him.

The family carried more than a dozen bags and pushed a cart up the back mountain.

Fortunately, the acorn trees were not as high as the sweet potatoes, and they reached the oak forest after walking for more than ten minutes.

The ripe oak nuts fall to the ground and are much easier to pick up without having to go up the tree.

In more than an hour, more than a dozen bags were filled.

Old Man Zheng and Qingming pushed a cart home to empty the bags first, while the others continued to pick fruits here.

At noon they brought some dry food up the mountain and sat down to eat when they were hungry.

Zheng Xiaoman now really admires this family. They work without a break.

She sat on the ground and pounded her sore calves. She would have to bring a small stool with her tomorrow as she couldn't stand squatting all the time.

Finally, when the sun set, the family parked the car and returned home.

Zheng Xiaoman's legs were shaking when he walked. Wow, after squatting for a whole day, his legs felt like they didn't belong to him anymore.

"Master, we can't do this tomorrow. The acorns on the mountain won't be lost. We don't need to be so anxious."

Zheng Xiaoman followed her grandfather crying, and she was about to go on strike if this continued.

Old Man Zheng coughed awkwardly. He knew that he was too impatient today.

"Haha, let's not do this tomorrow. Let's just pick up the items for half a day, okay?"

He was discussing it with his granddaughter, and he was waiting to see how she would prepare the fruit.

Zheng Xiaoman sighed, "That's good enough. Let's just work for half a day tomorrow."

"Haha, okay, let's do it for half a day."

Zhou Chunfeng and the others also breathed a sigh of relief. They were really tired today, but they didn't know what to say.

This is not much worse than harvesting grain, it's just too terrible.

The consequence of a tiring day was that everyone got up late the next day, so the acorn picking activity was moved to the afternoon.

Originally, Old Man Zheng was somewhat reluctant, but was directly suppressed by Old Lady Zheng.

"You better take it easy. Don't you know how old you are? You were making noises all night last night. What do you want to do?"

Old Man Zheng was so scared that he didn't dare to talk back. "Well, I'll go to the second brother's house. Didn't Xiaoman say that he wanted to take some fruit to see if he could grind it into powder?"

Looking at the old man's back as he walked away, the old lady felt both angry and amused.

In the morning, Zheng Qingming went to send his grandmother home. Originally, Mrs. Zhou wanted to stay for two more days this time.

But after knowing that these acorns can be eaten, how could I stay there any longer?

So she started packing her things early in the morning. Although Zhou Chunfeng was reluctant to leave, she did not stay long.

In her hand she held the one or two taels of silver that her mother had given her in the morning, which her two brothers had asked her to bring to her.

Wait until next year, when we have planted sweet potatoes at home, we will send some to my parents’ home and ask them to plant them too.

From now on, their lives will get better and better.

When Old Man Zheng arrived, Zheng Xiaoman had just gone to the river and lowered the basket into the river.

When she saw her grandfather coming, she reflexively turned around and wanted to run, fearing that she would be dragged up the mountain to work again.

"Hey, Xiaoman, why are you running?" Old man Zheng quickly reached out and grabbed his granddaughter.

Zheng Xiaoman cried, "Grandpa, please let me take a break. I really can't do it anymore."

"Oh, I don't want you to work. Didn't you say you wanted to grind the acorns into powder? We won't go up the mountain today. Let's take the acorns you soaked and grind them into powder at home."

Zheng Xiaoman then patted his chest in relief, thinking that as long as she was not allowed to go up the mountain again, everything would be fine.

She was a person who loved going up the mountain, but because of her grandfather, she started to have a traumatic experience when going up the mountain.