In the early 1990s, there was a village in the mountains of Guizhou that was so poor that even a mouse would sigh when moving. It was almost snowing that year, and the sky was as overcast as an upside-down gray pot lid, and the cold wind blew into the bones. In such a cold and dark time, Pingping, this girl, fell to the ground.
As soon as Pingping could remember something, her mother loved to tell her the bitter story: "Oh my god, Bodhisattva! You, a little debt collector, took off three layers of my skin in pain! It took three days and three nights, and the seams in my bones were broken apart." I just dug you out! You were born so skinny that you looked like a cat with no eyes open! You have been sick every day for three days, and you can tear down the roof of your house even if you try to close your eyes at night!" Pingping had a weak body and had to suck her mother's milk (we called her "six") until she was three years old. Those women in the village who were full and full would laugh when they saw it: "Hey! Pingping is three years old, the bench is high, and she pesters her mother to smack her food, aren't you ashamed!" As soon as afternoon came, Pingping dragged her little bench and sat down in front of her mother with a bang, becoming the biggest laughing stock in the whole village. Her grandmother (grandma) tried every trick she could, including smearing chili peppers and cooking pot ash, but she just couldn't cut off the milk.
