Every morning, there would be clear rice soup that could be used as a mirror. At noon, there would be sweet potato rice that could barely fill their stomachs. In the afternoon, there would still be rice soup that could be used as a mirror.
He Daqiang's family was a classic example of wanting the horse to run fast, but also not wanting the horse to eat grass.
Jiujiu drank all the remaining rice soup in the pot, fooling her growling stomach. Then, she waited for He Daqiang's family to finish their meal before she washed up.
He Daqiang's family finished all the food and threw the dirty bowls and chopsticks into the pot for Jiujiu to clean up.
Jiujiu followed He Xiaoya's example and washed all the pots and pans. Then, she carried the basket on her back and went to the mountains to cut the pigweed.
Seeing Jiujiu leave, He Daqiang didn't even lift his eyelids.
In his opinion, it was already great that he was willing to give Jiujiu a bite to eat, not to mention a place for Jiujiu to live and a good partner for her in the future. Jiujiu was greatly indebted to him, so Jiujiu should work hard for his family.
He Daqiang glanced at Jiujiu and turned to tease his son.
In He Daqiang's opinion, in this family, the most important person besides himself was He Fugui. Even his wife, Li Meihua, had to take a step back.
Jiujiu followed He Xiaoya's usual route up the mountain and asked Little White to take out some biscuits for her to eat.
After eating a big bag of biscuits, Jiujiu felt that her growling stomach had quietened down. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief and start cutting the pigweed.
The pigweed was dense and tall, and there were even little bugs in it. As Jiujiu cut the pigweed, the little bugs flew around Jiujiu like an exploding pot, letting out unbearable chirps. Some of the little bugs even flew towards Jiujiu's eyes and nose due to panic. If one was not careful, they would be swallowed into her mouth. It was truly impossible to guard against them.
Even though Jiujiu had done things like cutting pigweed before, she still wasn't used to so many annoying bugs.
Jiujiu habitually took a step back. She kept waving her palms in front of her to prevent the bugs from flying towards her eyes, nose, and mouth. At the same time, she looked at the empty basket and was worried.
She only had two hours to cut the pigweed. After two hours, she had to go back and cook lunch for He Daqiang's family.
After lunch, she rested for a while and then went to wash the dirty clothes of He Daqiang's family. After washing the dirty clothes, she had to go to the field to do weeding. She only had a short rest at night.
Even an adult couldn't bear this kind of work, let alone a young girl like He Xiaoya.
No wonder He Xiaoya had a feeling of love for Mo Yuan after he took her out. It was because in He Xiaoya's heart, Mo Yuan had saved her life.
Jiujiu stood beside the pigweed for a while. When she saw that most of the bugs in front of her had flown away, she picked up the sickle and started cutting the pigweed again.
The pigweed was thin and dense, and the leaves were slender and had edges like a saw. If you weren't careful, it would leave a long bloody mark on your hand.
Jiujiu had only been cutting the pigweed for a little more than an hour. Even though she was wearing a long coat, there were still a few scratches on her arm. On the other hand, because He Xiaoya had been doing farm work, there were thick calluses on her hand. There was no problem at all.
After harvesting the pigweed, Jiujiu found a place to eat something to fill her stomach. Only then did she carry the basket full of pigweed and walk home with swaying steps.
When she got home, Jiujiu first took out all the pigweed and cut it with the sickle. Then, she went to the kitchen to cook lunch.
Lunch was sweet potato rice.
Of course, the rice was basically for He Daqiang's family of three. Jiujiu only had the dry sweet potato that liked to fart after eating it.
After eating the sweet potato, Jiujiu rested for a while. Then, she started to wash the clothes and work in the field.
After a busy day, Jiujiu was so tired that her bones were about to fall apart. She was so tired that she couldn't even cry.
This kind of life went on for more than half a month.
On this day, when Jiujiu just finished cooking lunch, the squeaking sound of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly came from outside.
Jiujiu's eyelids twitched. She knew that Mo Yuan had come in a hurry.
After being busy for more than half a month, Jiujiu suddenly understood why He Xiaoya liked Mo Yuan.
Because now, she also felt that if Mo Yuan could save her from this kind of life that was worse than death, she would be willing to like Mo Yuan.
Because this kind of life was really too hard.
People said that women were treated like men. Jiujiu felt that in the eyes of He Daqiang's family, they treated an eight-year-old girl like an adult man.
Fortunately, He Xiaoya was taken away by Mo Yuan when she was eight years old. If a few more years passed, He Xiaoya would probably die of exhaustion.
In this remote mountain village, even a bicycle would attract a lot of people, not to mention a dozen cars parked at the door, which instantly attracted a lot of people's attention.
He Daqiang was particularly domineering to He Xiaoya and Li Meihua at home. However, when facing so many cars and a group of security guards in black suits and black sunglasses who got out of the cars, he was instantly a little scared.
He Daqiang, who used to be incomparably domineering in front of his family, smiled and asked, "Hello?"
He was just an ordinary person. The worst thing he had done in his life was to throw He Xiaoya outside and let her fend for herself. He had never seen such a big scene before, so he was a little shocked in an instant.
After hearing He Daqiang's question, one of the men took out the photo in his hand and looked at the house that He Daqiang came out of. After confirming that this was the place he was looking for, he said, "You are He Daqiang."
When his name was called out, He Daqiang's heart, which had been in a mess, became even more unsettled. His body began to tremble uncontrollably due to fear.
He Daqiang was scared to death. He nodded with a forced smile and said, "I am He Daqiang. You are?"
After hearing He Daqiang admit that he was He Daqiang, the man took out another photo and handed it to He Daqiang, asking, "This is your daughter."
When the man called out his name, He Daqiang felt that his legs were trembling and didn't belong to him.
Hearing the man ask him if this person was his daughter, He Daqiang lowered his head and looked at the photo that the man handed over.
On the photo was a colorful ink portrait, but the appearance was seventy to eighty percent similar to He Xiaoya. At first glance, he really thought that the person in the picture was He Xiaoya.
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