The first step to a rich country is to get rich first and then get richer

Looking at the mess, Grandma Lan finally dared to burst into tears.

Seeing her grandma crying, little Lan Ning could no longer hold back her tears, and started crying loudly.

Grandma Lan held Lan Ning in her arms in a daze, endured the pain, and limped out of the house.

The neighbors, who had not dared to come to help because of the noise just now, now came outside when they saw that it was quiet here.

When they saw the situation in the yard with torches, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Who did Mr. Lan offend? How did such a misfortune happen to you?"

"Yes, it's so pitiful. All the main laborers in the family died, leaving only this little kid and the elderly Mrs. Lan. It's so pitiful."

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There was a lot of talk, the husband, children, and daughter-in-law were all dead, and all the money in the house was robbed.

The final burial was done by more than a dozen households in Luojia Village who felt sorry for the two grandchildren and raised funds to allow the three to be buried peacefully.

Grandma Lan had no money to treat her leg injury, so she had to find two branches to fix her leg.

Just like that, the happy family of five turned into a lonely couple.

Fortunately, the robbers did not take away the rice and grain in the house, which allowed the grandmother and grandson to survive for a long time.

Grandma Lan was reluctant to eat the fine grains at home, and saved them to make rice porridge for little Lan Ning who was still breastfeeding. She would eat coarse grains or wild vegetable soup to fill her stomach.

Grandma Lan and little Lan Ning endured these difficult days for four years.

Grandma Lan's leg injury became lame because she didn't get treatment.

Lan Ning was too young to do anything, so in order to avoid trouble, he could only hide at home all day.

Fortunately, she was not idle. After completing the task, the system rewarded her with a martial arts secret book. Practicing it every day made her seem not so weak.

At first, the food at home allowed the grandma and grandson to not starve and survive that difficult winter.

But the food would eventually run out, so Grandma Lan went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

These villagers would definitely be unhappy to see Grandma Lan coming to the mountain to pick wild vegetables.

Life was already hard and food was scarce, and now everyone depended on the wild vegetables from the mountains to survive. If one more person shared, it would mean one less portion for himself.

If you can't mess with others, then you can mess with this lame old woman.

So when Grandma Lan went up the mountain, she would always meet groups of villagers who came to drive her away.

As a result, the grandmother and grandson had no access to even the only wild vegetables to eat, and they were out of food again.

Fortunately, Lan Ning was very intelligent and learned to speak at an early age.

So she urged her grandmother to dig the mouse hole.

Rats love to hide food. Even though it’s disgusting, who cares about that nowadays when they have to survive?

The little mice had planned everything, but they never expected that they, who had been stealing food from humans for years, would actually have their food stolen by humans.

After a hard day's wandering, the mice returned to their nests and found that their full nests had become empty, and they couldn't help but cry out in grief.

This makes them even busier with their stealing work at night.

Rats suddenly became a disaster, and food began to be stolen from homes in large numbers. Every household was in a panic. Before going to bed every day, they had to do one thing, which was to hide the food for fear that the rats would steal it again.

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Lan Ning covered her little butt and rushed to the toilet in a hurry. She heard a few "puff puff" sounds and let out a long sigh of relief.

Due to long-term malnutrition, Lan Ning's gastrointestinal function can be said to be very poor, and the number of times he goes to the toilet every day is something others can only envy.

Before he could reach out to take the small bamboo piece, the system issued an interesting task.

"The host is required to be successfully abducted by villagers once, and a bottle of spiritual spring water will be rewarded."

Lan Ning immediately looked constipated.

"System, are you okay? If you want me to be abducted, can I run back with my little arms and legs?"

The system did not answer her questions. Every time a task was issued, it seemed to disappear, just like a heartless scumbag.

Also, the missions are not available very often. They are always randomly released at some unknown time and then disappear.

She stood up reluctantly, very reluctantly, extremely reluctantly, but then she remembered that she had not used the small bamboo stick yet, so she squatted down again immediately.

Grandma Lan went out to look for food again. She didn’t know when she would be back, or when she would be back either.

The tasks in this crappy system are mandatory. If you fail to complete them, your previous reward will be forfeited every 24 hours.

Each of her tasks was completed with great effort using her little chicken feet and short legs. There was no way she could take it back, impossible, absolutely impossible. Once it was in her bag, there was no way she could take it back.

He went to the stove, picked up the fire tongs, and skillfully tied the hemp rope around his body.

When they go outside, there are always many people bullying her and her grandmother. Although she is still young and hasn't learned much in the secret manuals, she and her grandmother have taken a powerful pill, although her grandmother doesn't know it.

He ran to the gate and opened it on tiptoe.

I peeked outside and saw that there was no one there. They must be busy working in the fields.

After closing the door, she turned and left. Their door lock was smashed by the villagers who bullied them, so they didn't lock it anymore. The house was empty anyway, and they had fallen to the point of stealing food from mice, so it didn't matter whether the door was locked or not.

"Stop right there, you loser."

Lan Ning had just taken two steps when someone called her.

She was familiar with this voice. Wasn't this the good grandmother who knew her parents were dead and not only did not help them, but also went to their house and made a big fuss, saying that her daughter was dead and asked them to pay her money as compensation?

She turned her head away in fear, and her yellow and thin face due to malnutrition made her expression look particularly pitiful.

"grandmother."

"Shut up, who allowed you to call me?"

Grandma Zhang Ying Lian interrupted Lan Ning in disgust.

"Where's your milk?"

"I don't know where grandma went. I was just about to go look for her."

"What the hell is the point of looking for that old man? Come on, follow me to somewhere."

[She is a little thin, but fortunately her facial features are good. I believe she can be sold at a good price.]

As he said this, he strode over, grabbed Lan Ning's collar and walked forward.

Listening to Grandma Lan's thoughts, Lan Ning's eyes rolled around. He was still worrying about how to complete the task, but now the opportunity has come.

I just let her carry me like this without struggling.

But maybe the clothes were too old. After he had taken a few steps, he heard a "sizzle" sound, and the already tattered clothes were torn into a big hole, revealing the gray inner clothes.

Lan Ning was so angry. She only had this one piece of clothing and it was torn so big. How could she wear it?

When Grandma Lan saw that Lan Ning's clothes had been torn, she did not feel guilty. Instead, she frowned in disgust, and then started to pull her arm and walk away.

They were heading towards Zhang's grandmother's house. As soon as they entered, they saw eldest uncle Zhang Qin, second uncle Zhang Hao, third uncle Zhang Mo, eldest aunt Qing Ting, second aunt Ye Juhua, and third aunt Gu Yueyue all in the yard.

There was not a single child in sight in the room.

The eldest uncle held a rope in his hand, the second uncle held a handkerchief, and the third uncle held a sack.

My second and third aunts stood by with their hands on their hips, looking at this happily.

My aunt, however, had bruises all over her face and was hiding aside, looking distressed.