Chapter 3: Poverty

In the same village, they all looked down and didn't look up, raised a smiling face, called them kindly, and let the two younger brothers follow suit, which surprised the aunts who often met.

Mu Li knows the reason, the original owner is too introverted, no matter who comes to the house, she will not take the initiative to call others, only when her father and mother call her someone, she will call someone, like a piece of wood, now so actively call someone, or call with a smile, no wonder the people in the village will be surprised.

"This time I got sick, but I made the girl of the Mu family sick, and she will call people."

"It's eleven and twelve, and it's almost time to talk about people, but the bones of that body haven't grown up yet, like a child, if you can't even say anything, then how can you talk about people?"

"It's still okay now, I hope that this year's tax revenue will be less, and everyone will leave more food for a few full meals."

"Yes, last year's harvest was not very good, the taxes were so high, and my family had a tight ...... all year long."

"No one in the village was like that last year, and people in the next village starved to death......

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Ignoring the words of the aunts and aunts behind him, Muli took Mu Feng and Mu Xiaozhi all the way to the ground, and the Mu family's land was not far from home, and it was not too close.

After walking for about half an hour, I saw my father and eldest brother busy in the field from a distance.

Looking closer, everyone's faces are numb and indifferent.

"Dad, mother, big brother, we have brought you food."

Mu Li took two little beans and asked them to come over for dinner.

Seeing their three sisters and brothers, Mu Dad and Mu Niang Sun, as well as the eldest son of the Mu family, that is, her eldest brother Mu He in this life, had a look on his face.

Mu Da's figure is like that of an ordinary peasant, he looks honest and honest, tall and thin, his skin has been tanned all year round, and there are deep forehead lines on his forehead, but he is in his early thirties, but he has already raised his back.

Sun is the same, although he is not very old, but his face is full of sorrow that he has succumbed to a difficult life, but compared to Mu Dad, Sun's skin is whiter, and it can be seen from the eyebrows and eyes that he was a delicate when he was young, but now his face has been tanned yellow-brown by the poisonous sun, and he looks very old.

The eldest brother Mu He's appearance has inherited Mu Dad, and at a glance he knows that he is an honest person, and his complexion is also very dark, but she and Mu Feng and Mu Xiaozhi have inherited their skin color from Sun's mother's family, and they are all white.

Muri took out the clay pot from the basket, took out three more clay bowls, and poured the porridge from the clay pot evenly into the bowl.

Mu Li looked at her eldest brother, who was only thirteen years old, and was very distressed, such a thin child was still a primary school student who coquettishly had the right to be self-willed in the arms of his parents in his previous life.

But in this era, this poor family, he can only pick up the hoe early, follow Mu Dad out to work, if nothing else, he will continue the same fate as Mu Dad, be a poor peasant for a lifetime without knowing big words, marry a peasant woman, and then live his life repeatedly.

Not only him, but also Mu Feng and Mu Xiaozhi, no matter how old the two are, they also have to learn to pick up a bulky hoe and repeat the life of their peasant father.

They don't care about this kind of life, and they may feel that life should be like this, because the role of the most important father in their lives is like this, and if there are no external factors, they will not be able to jump out of this box in this life, even their children and grandchildren.