If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Three years old?

At the age of three, when you can even play with chicken shit for half a day, you want to work?

Wan Chuncao was not convinced: "Then why should I stay at home? I can play every day. It's fun to go to the fields with my dad to catch insects."

Normally, working in the fields is very tiring, so why would she want to work on her own initiative?

Were you forced to do that?

Xu Muyu asked carefully: "Were you forced to work?"

"Who forced me? Who else can force me?"

Wan Chuncao thought it was strange that he asked this question: "Who can force me like this?"

“But it’s tiring work.”

Even if he was not forced, Xu Muyu felt that it was not an ordinary person's idea to voluntarily endure hardship.

The problem is that Wan Chuncao is not an ordinary person.

She didn't feel that working was hard. Work was just work. It was tiring, but it wasn't that hard.

"I went to the fields with my dad. I did whatever he did. If he picked up weeds, I picked up weeds. If he dug the soil, I dug the soil. It was so much fun. There was no point in suffering."

Guan Chuncao said: "I went to the fields with my dad every day, and came back to cook with my mom at night. I was dirty all day long, like a dog that had rolled in the mud. I still thought it was fun."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me at all. It's just that my parents are always afraid of me."

Wan Chuncao was helpless: "They were so annoying that I went to my aunt and scolded them."

In order to get work done, she even asked someone to come and talk to her parents?

Xu Muyu looked at her in surprise. Her thoughts were really not what ordinary people thought.

"My aunt said that you can't spoil the child. They all grew up in the village. Whose children don't work? Even if you feel sorry for her, you can't say that she can't even pick up firewood. At least let her learn to cook, so that she won't starve to death in the future."

Wan Chuncao started speaking in the tone of her aunt.

After learning, she spread her hands and said, "My parents listened to me and taught me how to use a bowl to eat rice the next day."

"He also told me that I have to hold the chopsticks firmly, otherwise I won't be able to pick up the food and will go hungry."

"That's what they taught me, how to cook."

It's not about teaching her how to cook, it's about teaching her how to eat.

Wan Chuncao was speechless: "Then the next day, they asked me to play with the chickens again."

Xu Muyu's frown relaxed a little after hearing this. Her parents were just worried about her, so they did this.

"But I have my own way. If they don't let me do it, I will just follow them secretly."

Wan Chuncao has a lot of ideas: "My mother doesn't let me help her cook, so I fetch water for her. My father doesn't let me go to the fields, so I wait for him to go, and then I secretly follow him."

"After a while, they couldn't do anything to me. Then I worked in the fields with my dad all year round, and raised chickens and ducks with my mom. When I was older, I picked up plastic bottles and sold them. It was also at that time that I learned how to kill pigs from my second uncle."

"At that time, our family was poor. After working in the fields, my father had to go up the mountain to collect herbs and sell them for money. Sometimes he would take me with him, but sometimes he would not allow me to go deep into the mountains. When I didn't go, I would go to pick up bottles. At that time, there were people who collected rags, and I could pick up bottles and sell them to them."

She said: "But a village is so small, we can just pick up some pork, so I asked my second uncle to take me with him when he goes to another village to sell pork."

"My second uncle has some skills in castrating pigs. When he needs help in castrating pigs, chickens and ducks in the village, he will ask me. I will hold down the feet of the chickens, ducks and geese to prevent them from moving."

"When he wasn't castrating pigs, he would sell some pork from village to village. I asked him to take me with him, and when he was selling pork, I would go pick up bottles. If there were bottles, I would pick them up, and if there were no bottles, I would help him sell pork. At first, I just helped him sell pork by holding the bags, and after a while, I learned how to cut meat."

"Later, he set up a stall at the market, and when I had time and was not in school, I would help him sell pork. Gradually, I learned how to divide the pork."

This is not surprising.

It's just something I learned through observation and exposure.

Xu Muyu put one hand under his head and listened to her with great interest.

Her life is always more interesting than her stories, making people want to hear what kind of life she has experienced to live such an interesting life.

"Later, my uncle's lease on a stall expired and he had no money to renew it. The owner of the slaughterhouse happened to need help and hired him."

"That slaughterhouse had a lot of orders, and the boss was quite capable. He had taken over all the pork in the markets of many towns, and also delivered meat to restaurants of all sizes every day. So they didn't have enough staff, especially during the summer vacation that year, when a big hotel opened in the town and many people came to travel, so their business was especially good."

"The boss was short of staff, so he asked people in the slaughterhouse to recommend someone he knew. It was summer vacation at that time, so my second uncle called me over."

Guan Chuncao also emphasized: "People didn't want me at first, saying I was a little girl."

Xu Muyu could understand that Wan Chuncao was a little girl and too delicate, so they probably needed a man more.

Wan Chuncao also knew that they didn't believe her, which was normal: "I was only twelve years old at that time, small and thin, with big breasts. Who would care about me? It was only after my second uncle made a promise that they reluctantly let me stay temporarily."

"They said they wanted me to stay temporarily, but they were just trying to scare me. Otherwise, they wouldn't really leave a little girl in a bloody slaughterhouse full of men."

Guan Chuncao still remembers their plan: "They said they were going to introduce the process to me and tell me how they slaughtered the pigs, but in fact they wanted me to see the bloody scene of slaughtering pigs with my own eyes so as to scare me away."

Xu Muyu touched her hair and asked, "Did you see it?"

How could I not see it? I saw it so clearly!

"Four or five of them tied up the pig and stabbed it with a knife. The blood splattered half a meter high!"

Wan Chuncao was so scared that her soul almost flew away: "I tried to hold it in at the time, but I was so scared when I got home that night that I was sweating all over. I really didn't expect that a pig could poop so much before it died! I was scared to death!"

Xu Muyu paused while touching her hair: "Aren't you afraid that the pig will die?"

She wasn't scared at all when she saw the bloody and cruel scene?

"What are you afraid of? It's just killing pigs."

Wan Chuncao thought for a moment and said, "Rather than being afraid, it's better to say it's awe."

"No matter what I do, the pig will die anyway. Even if it doesn't die in our hands, it will die in the hands of another butcher. There's nothing to be afraid of. All we can do is send it off with a respectful heart and not waste a single bit of its flesh and blood."

As long as there are people who eat meat, there must be people who kill pigs in this world.

Just keep a respectful heart and respect every pig that dies.

"I eat them clean every time. I'm in awe of them."

Guan Chuncao went on to say: "They didn't scare me at the time, so I stayed."

Staying wasn't going so smoothly either.

"My strength is too small. Compared with them, I might even drag them down. Not only will it affect their performance, but it might also affect their getting off work and the boss's shipments."

Wan Chuncao said: "Plus, I'm a girl."

Xu Muyu frowned, having a feeling that what was going to happen next would not be good.

Sure enough, I heard her say, "The next day when I went to work, I was carrying half a pig with an uncle. I didn't have enough strength to lift it at first. We spent a lot of effort and finally succeeded in lifting the pig onto the chopping board to cut it up."

"The uncle who was carrying the pig with me didn't say anything. The other men who were working with me all laughed."

"One of the elder brothers also said,"

Wan Chuncao paused for a moment before continuing: "He said to me, 'Your breasts are as big as steamed buns, but you are so weak. Are you not full, little steamed bun?'"