Dressed as a peasant girl, Xiao Maisui just wanted to say one thing: Is this how people live?
The earthen walls leaked, the roof leaked, and there was not a grain of rice in the pot. My father was a saw-mouthed gourd and was lame, my mother was like dough and could be pinched, and my four younger siblings were crying from hunger. The best guy next door comes to take advantage of him every day, which is a joke to the villagers.
The whole family gathered around and sighed: I can't live this life!
Xiao Maisui closed the door and sneered: Don't be afraid, I have a snail girl.
There are enough white-flour steamed buns, braised pork and cotton-padded jackets in winter and gauze skirts in summer. My brothers and sisters have grown from being sallow and skinny to fair and chubby. My father's legs have been cured by medicine, and my mother can straighten her back.
As life gets better, trouble comes. But who would have thought that the Xiao family, which was completely destitute back then, would now even have to give three cents to the county magistrate?
Farming, doing business, opening workshops, building roads, running schools - accidentally turned the entire Qingshan Village into a place for internet celebrities to check in?
Ah? What? You say this is not consistent with the identity of a farm girl?
