"Mom! Look at what I picked up!" A dirty little baby sneaked into the kitchen with his stomach covered his stomach.

The woman squatting beside the stove, her agile eyes seemed to be shining. Looking around, she saw that there was no one around, and quickly took out a few round pheasant eggs from under her clothes.

After seeing the pheasant egg, the woman glared at the little doll sitting aside and constantly looking at her blinking eyes.

When she saw the little doll's expression, she was so amused that she couldn't help but laugh. She didn't know when, whenever she did something that made her unhappy, she would blink like this, making people no longer bear to say anything about her.

Even if the woman couldn't bear it, she still had a stern face and tried to make herself look angry.

"How many times have you told you that you can't go to the back mountain, and you can't go to the back mountain. Every time you treat what you say as a fart." I guaranteed it well every time, but I forget it when I turn my head. Next time I still want to do whatever I want.

"Don't be angry, mom! I know I'm wrong! I won't go next time." The dirty little baby pulled the woman's sleeve and looked at her pitifully.

If you follow the local customs, I'll just let me...

"Every time I say that, what time did you do it? Mom knows that you are hungry, but it's not that you don't let you go. There are jackals, tigers and leopards on the mountain that can eat people. Mom is like you, a daughter. How can you live if something happens to you?!" As the woman said that, she held the little baby in her arms, and tears fell down one after another like a rain curtain.

"Mom doesn't cry, don't cry, Yaya won't go." The little baby held her mother's neck, and her little hands like dead branches gently patted her back, trying hard to comfort her crying mother.

Alas~ It seems that the eggs are going to be served on the dining table again, I hope my mother remembers to leave one for me.

That’s right, Yaya is me. She is three years old this year but she still doesn’t have a serious name. She has never seen a cheap dad yet!

Three years old is very young, of course this is the standard for measuring ordinary children. She is no longer young and can do a lot of things. Even in this era of eating big pots, she can make her mother and herself eat and wear a lot of food and clothing with her ability, and raise a fat and fat person.

You will know when you look at this scene. Every time she has the idea and wants to improve her living standards, she will admit her mistakes and become the final result.

What should I do?! It's really...

The three-year-old doll lying on the woman's shoulders had some deep thoughts that did not belong to the three-year-old doll.

"Gulu~Gulu~" a strange sound.

"Yeah~" stretched and felt comfortable.

It's really special that I'm awakened by my stomach every time, and this is the first time I'm afraid of it.

The thin little girl climbed out of bed, put on shoes that were about to lose her toes, scooped a jar of cold water from the bucket outside, went into the house and took out a small white bag and a branch from the corner of the cabinet that was about to fall apart, pinched a little salt, put it in her mouth, brushed the branches with the left and right brushed them, and drank the remaining water in one go after brushing her teeth.

Put the thing back and touch your stomach, and it turns out! After all, I am full of water.

"Little Grass! Little Flower! What are you doing! Why don't you get out and burn the fire? You're like the little girl who has a father butt but not a father! Look at me, I won't open the flowers for you!" The eldest uncle's voice came in, just like a performer.

She was used to this every day. If she couldn't hear it one day, it must be the eldest aunt who had returned to her parents' home.

Since she could walk, the aunt wanted to train her to cook. Since she had burned the kitchen twice, the aunt never thought about it again and cursed like this every day.

There are three girls in the family, and she and her uncle's own two daughters, both of whom have no serious names.

In her grandmother's words, girls are all cheap! They lose money! They don't deserve a name, and Huaercao is even more humble. It's good to call it that way.

Unfortunately, grandma didn’t know that there were sky-high flowers and plants, otherwise she wouldn’t have thought so.

Amid the eldest uncle's scolding like a bell, Yaya didn't hear it, and she quickly ran out with her thin little feet.

On New Year's Eve, an old man carrying a basket came to the village. The children in the village were very curious and circled around the old man, wanting to see what the old man picked in the basket?

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Chapter completed!