I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

The sky gradually darkened, and there was still a hint of red clouds in the western sky. With red eyes, Song An Ning shook the cloth bag and walked home with the little one.

If there is rainbow in the morning and it rains, and rainbow in the evening and it is clear, tomorrow will definitely be a good day.

The three siblings got busy as soon as they got home. Song Anning kneaded the dough, Song Zeyuan lit the fire, and little A Yue squatted at the door to wash the wild vegetables.

As soon as the egg liquid was put into the pot, the fragrance went straight into the noses of several people. The original owner was not kind to the two children. He killed chickens for meat, and the two little ones couldn't even drink the soup.

So, what about now? Sister, this is for them, right? They should be able to have a couple of sips of soup, right?

Song Zeyuan swallowed subconsciously and quickly diverted his attention: "Sister, I'll go find my mother..."

The original owner’s mother was named Wang Ying’er, and the word “er” here means son.

From the name, we can tell that Song Anning's grandmother's family is not that good. Wang Ying'er was taught since childhood that men are the gods, and women are born to serve their husbands and children and support their younger brothers.

Before the Song family got into trouble, Song Anning's grandmother came over every few days to complain about her poverty and took away some things from time to time.

The presence of my grandparents made the already tight situation of the family even worse.

Ever since her husband Song Feng and eldest son Song Zeyu disappeared in the mountains, Wang Ying'er has been in tears and has been going up the mountain to look for them all day. Many people in the village have come to help. Her parents' home is in the next village, and when they heard about this, they spread the word:

A daughter who is married off is like spilled water. What happened to the Song family has nothing to do with the Wang family.

When a letter of severance was sent to her, Wang Ying'er's world collapsed.

Unable to bear the blow, she became mad and spent her days imitating Song Anning's father, going up the mountain to cut willow branches, and then hiding in the vegetable garden in the backyard to weave backpacks.

She was using her own way to fill the void in her heart. The doctor said it was a heart disease, which might be cured tomorrow, or it might never be cured.

Fortunately, she still recognized these children. When Song Zeyuan went to the backyard to bring her back, she didn't say anything, but just followed happily.

While the two little ones were out, Song An Ning poured the soup into four coarse porcelain bowls and cut the pancakes sticking to the edge of the iron pot into slices.

Compared with the technology and hard work of the previous life, this oil-free and salt-free meal is not really delicious, but for the villagers, the fine cornmeal without any grains mixed in, and the egg soup, are something that only the rich families in the village dare to eat during the festival.

There was still fire in the stove. Song Anning cleaned the pot and filled it with water. She had sweated while digging wild vegetables in the afternoon. When she rubbed it with her hands, long strips of ash appeared. The whole family was dirty. She would wash them after dinner before going to bed.

"Sister, shall we eat?"

Song Zeyuan saw four bowls of soup on the table and his stomach growled several times. He and his sister hadn't had a hot meal for several days. They were so hungry that they drank some water, which made their stomachs less painful.

"Wash your hands first, then wipe your face."

"it is good!"

The two little ones were quite obedient, squatting beside the wooden basin and rubbing their hands vigorously. Wang Ying'er was not so cooperative. When Song An Ning put her hands in the water, she scooped up the water and sprinkled it everywhere. When Song An Ning wiped her face, she ran around the room and almost overturned the table.

After changing the water three times, Wang Ying'er's hands were barely washed clean. She rolled around in the vegetable patch, and when she wasn't weaving baskets, she lay in the mud to bask in the sun. It was definitely a big project to wash her hands clean.

"Okay, let's eat."

While it was still light, Song An Ning took her mother's hand and sat at the table. Wang Ying'er didn't need anyone to worry about her meals, she just ate whatever was given to her.

Song Anyue held the bowl and took a sip carefully. The sweetness of the wild vegetables and the aroma of eggs lingered in her mouth, and she was reluctant to swallow it.

"Sister, this soup is so delicious and sweet."

"My sister's soup is the best."

Song Zeyuan, the little rascal, didn't forget to flatter the boss. He ate a bite of pancake and a sip of soup. What a taste... He is now the happiest child in the village!

"There's more in the basin. Help yourself after you finish eating. Believe it or not, I will make delicious food for you every day from now on."

“Do you eat eggs every day?”

This is unlikely. Song Zeyuan and Song Anyue still nodded like chicks pecking at rice. The main room had already darkened, but they saw the look in their elder sister's eyes, which was more firm and confident than ever before.

"Believe, believe! We all believe in Sister!"

Song Anning smiled brightly. It felt good to have someone believe in her.

This wonderful mood lasted until she gave her mother a bath, and she realized that she had laughed too early.

The clothes of this family, including her, were so dirty that they were shiny black, and their bodies were covered with thick dirt, as if they were wearing a suit of armor.

Especially Wang Ying'er, the original color of her skin could no longer be seen, her hair was tangled in a mess, and she would not let anyone take off her clothes.

This pot of water is not enough to wash even one person clean.

There are no spare clothes or cleaning supplies at home. I just went to the inner room to take a look, and the bedding is pitch black and so hard that it can stand up.

The bed is about to fall apart, the walls are leaking everywhere, and she lives in such a state but still subsidizes her grandparents. Song An Ning thought: It’s a good thing that Wang Ying’er is like this now. At least she won’t use the money she earns to subsidize those blood-sucking insects.

I rubbed my head irritably. There is still a long way to go to change the current situation.

The nights in early spring were still a bit cold, and her home was at the foot of the mountain. Song Anning washed herself roughly, cleaned the two children, and got into bed to study the system.

The system can only explore the lowest level of plants now. Does that mean that except for the red dots it marks, the rest of the vegetation is high-level?

Emmmm, there is a bug in this system, she can find a loophole!

"Damn, the system can be very complete to prevent the host from playing tricks. At level zero, it will only recover red-level creatures.

The 100 species of plants and animals required for upgrading can only be red-level."

Song Anning listened quietly to the system's chatter, then smiled mischievously, "Then I can find a high-end one and sell it in town, haha."

"..."

"Tongzi got angry and left! Humph!"

Just because she said this didn't mean she would do it immediately. Banyue Village was more than ten miles away from Ping'an Town. It was too far and slow to walk there, and it would take nearly an hour to take a bullock cart. In the time it took to go back and forth, she could dig several kilograms of dandelions.

"Hey? Tongzi, there's no limit to the weight you can recycle, right?"

"No limit, no limit, Tongzi collects unlimited, but they only collect what the owner digs, not others."

"Alright. Shit! Fuck him!"

The sound of two children's even breathing came from beside her. On the first night in Banyue Village, Song Anning did not sleep well.

In the dream, her mother had prepared sesame sugar cakes and a fresh egg and spinach soup with shrimp floating on top... She was smiling and calling her to get up...

Until a rustling sound rang in my ears...