Life in the mountains was very difficult, but Su Fei was still full of energy every day chopping firewood and farming. Others sold vegetables while she sold firewood. She didn't know where the idea came from. She always felt that she couldn't do the same thing as others, so there would be no selling point. So she saved enough money and bought a large pallet truck to haul firewood down from the mountain every day.
Has she studied? No, my mother was abducted to this remote mountain village. There was a younger brother to support at home, and the money was spent on his education, but most of it was spent on drinking and gambling by the indifferent father.
This was Su Fei's fifteenth year in the world. Her mother, who had accompanied her to burn firewood and sell charcoal in the winter, finally passed away with tears in her eyes after giving birth to her fifth brother. Yes, she passed away. She didn't know whether the word was used accurately. She had only been studying for a few days, and she heard these words from the teacher in the town.
That evening, there was light snow floating in the sky, covering the streets in the south of the city. A group of soldiers at the gate of the city were lighting a fire to keep warm. Su Fei had been ill for the past two days, and it was a little late to drag the firewood down, so he didn't expect how much the firewood would fetch, but just wanted to sell it.
One of the soldiers with bright eyes raised his head and wrapped all her firewood.
She used the money inside to exchange for some books.
The threads of fate have become entangled since then.
Intention: Mayflies shake trees