Story of a Farmer Girl's Transformation from Farming to Farming

Xia Jingyao looked sadly at the smoke rising from the kitchens at the foot of the mountain, the low rammed earth and brick buildings. Large and small, there are no rules at the foot of the mountain. This is the place he came to half a year ago. There is no trace of modernity here. My father went to work as a corvee and his life or death was unknown. My mother was unwell and could not do farm work. Her younger siblings are young, her grandparents and uncles are not close to each other, and her family has lost its backbone. I don't know how this family will live in the future... Looking at her small body, she sighed. The sun is about to set. You have to hurry up and pick up more firewood and go back. Otherwise, this day will not be easy.