The moonlight is getting thicker, and the door of the hut is as bright as frost.

A bowl of plain porridge could not be more ordinary, but Lin Haoran ate it clearly and sweetly, and realized the value of food. At the same time, he expressed deep condemnation for those in later generations who waste food.

Huniu lowered her head and drank the porridge, blowing the hot air very carefully, and she seemed very satisfied, especially since this bowl of porridge had a lot of rice grains, so she didn't have to eat them one by one, she could just scoop them up as she pleased.

Halfway through the meal, she showed off her usual feminine style, suddenly raised her head and said, "Brother, why don't you sell me to Jiang Mansion to be a maid!"

This sentence has actually been brewing for a long time. From the first bite of porridge, she has been thinking about how to say it, what tone to use, and what operation to match. However, when she actually put it into practice, her tone was still not as good as usual.

nature.

Although she was very resistant during the day and did not want to work as a maid in that evil man's house, she was aware of the situation at home. If the family wanted to live a good life now, it was obviously not possible to rely solely on the little harvest she got from herding cattle.

The only solution was to sell her.

Whether it was for this family or for her last bit of dignity, she felt it was best for her to take the initiative.

"What did you call me?" Lin Haoran raised his head in shock and looked directly at Huniu.

"Brother!" Huniu didn't expect this reaction, but she still said naturally and crisply.

Lin Haoran looked at this young face with a little strength and these clear and firm eyes. The soft part in his heart seemed to be hit by something, and he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Huniu blinked her eyes and realized something was wrong with her brother, so she couldn't help but become worried.

Lin Haoran hugged her tightly, holding her warm little body tightly. Tears overflowed and he said with a choked voice: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will definitely let you live a happy life."

On a good day, I will never let you be a maid for others!"

In his two lifetimes, this was the first time he felt family affection. I don't know if it was his desire for family affection, or the emotions of the original owner that remained in his body, but he truly regarded this little girl as his own sister.

Yes, this is a living relative given to him by God!

Woohoo...

Huniu's strong disguise was torn to pieces, and she couldn't help crying in his arms.

She never wanted to work as a maid for that evil family, but she was forced by reality and was unable to reverse this fate. Now that she had received a guarantee, her hanging heart settled down, and she was able to vent her grievances.

She doesn’t want to be a maid, and she doesn’t want to leave this home!

Even though she would often go hungry in this home, even if she could only drink a bowl of water with only a few rice grains at each meal, she still wanted to stay here.

Crying, she suddenly asked crisply: "What is it? Why is it so hard!"

Lin Haoran let go of her, then proudly took out a few angular objects from his arms and said, "I almost forgot about them. Look what good things I found for you."

"Carambola? Who gave it to me?" Huniu happily took the carambola. The carambola was so green that when she put it in her nose, she smelled a refreshing fragrance, which surprised her.

"Eat it if it's given to you, don't care who gave it to you!" Lin Haoran reached out and touched his nose and said perfunctorily.

Huniu had good white teeth and took a big bite. Then she glanced at him. The glitter on her long eyelashes looked a bit naughty. She raised her face proudly and said, "It's so sweet. I know whose family it belongs to."

,whee……"

"Whose family is it?" Lin Haoran glanced at her suspiciously.

Huniu sat on the bench and shook her short legs proudly, and analyzed seriously: "There are only three carambola trees in our village. Xiaoya's family is sour, and Aunt Seven's family is still very small, so this must be from Shitou's family."

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Lin Haoran was about to nod and admit that it was given by the Shitou family, but Huniu didn't finish her words. She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at him with a smile, and added: "I also know that this star fruit... must have been stolen!"

Ahem...

Lin Haoran choked on the carambola juice and never expected how Huniu could easily see through it. Now that his family has fallen into this state, he is not that noble. Since he can't borrow it, he can only steal it.

It's a small thing for Huniu when she's hungry, but it's a big deal for him when he's hungry!

Of course, now he feels that Hu Niu is also very important, and he cannot let her go hungry.

Giggle...

Huniu looked at Lin Haoran's nervous reaction. She held the big star fruit in her hand, sat on the wooden bench and giggled, shaking her short legs, looking like a heartless and cute girl.

"Don't tell anyone!" Lin Haoran regained his composure and deliberately said with a straight face.

"Well, I won't tell, this is our secret!" Huniu nodded cheerfully, but her big bright eyes were still full of smiles, as if she had discovered a new world.

She found that this brother had really changed. Not only was he willing to share the food with her, but he was not so pedantic anymore. She clearly remembered that one time she picked up star fruits under a tree and received a beating.

Now that her brother is stealing other people's things for her, it shows that he already has this family in his heart, and may even have her in his heart.

The night of the first lunar month was still bone-chillingly cold.

Lin Haoran and Huniu were originally in the same room but on different beds, but under the pretext of the cold weather, he moved the mattress to Huniu's bed, and then they slept together.

Huniu did not resist, but was vaguely happy. At first, she lay down on the other side solemnly, but soon she kicked off the quilt and wrapped around him like an octopus.

It's just that Lin Haoran suffered from insomnia and kept staring at the roof. The moonlight shone in from the hole in the house and the wall. The whole room was a little too bright. This house would 100% leak.

This is a leaky room, but I am virtuous.

This is the realm of a saint, but he has always been just an ordinary person.

How to survive?

Lin Haoran was lying on the bed, thinking seriously about the most practical problem. But this problem gave him a headache. Not to mention that there was no land at home now, even if there was land, it would not be able to solve the urgent problem.

And if you rely on borrowing or stealing, it seems that it is not a long-term solution in such a poor mountain village.

There was a slight snoring, and the girl in her arms felt warm all over, with a scent that made people feel very comfortable, as if she was a priceless treasure.

I must let... my sister live a very good life!

Lin Haoran slowly closed his eyes, with an extremely firm obsession in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, white mist filled the fields, and the bright sun was rising from the top of the hill. The pine branches on the top of the hill cast a magnificent morning light.

Lin Haoran found a hatchet from the firewood shed, and then followed a few men who were chopping firewood up to a hillside near the village. This was how he spent the night thinking about how to make a living.

Chopping firewood is not an easy job. Not to mention that he is not a hard-working person, and his body is actually a little weak. When someone else chops a bundle of firewood, he is still competing with a few pine branches.

Is this really a knife?

Lin Haoran waved the hatchet in his hand vigorously. As a result, a dead branch as thick as an egg could not be cut off after more than a dozen cuts. Instead, the blade curled in the end.

An unusually strong black man observed him for a long time. Seeing that the blade of his knife was curled, he immediately ran over to grab the hatchet, poured some water from the bamboo tube, and started sharpening the stone next to it.

Cut like this!

The big black man raised the sharpened hatchet and gave a demonstration. He tilted it towards a dead branch and chopped it off in just a few strokes. Then he showed his white teeth full of kindness and stuffed the hatchet back to him.

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After some attempts, Lin Haoran gradually mastered the essentials. Although he still couldn't keep up with the speed of others, especially the speed of the big black man, he was able to easily control the hatchet and deal with one after another.

Dead branches.

After all, his speed was still too slow. Kindness seemed to be integrated into the bones of these villagers, or maybe it was the friendship between the same clan that was stronger than Jin Shu. The big black man brought three other young men over to help chop the firewood and tie it up for him.

The afternoon has passed quietly, everyone has their own meals, and then they go to sell firewood together.

Lin Haoran walked to the bottom of the mountain, first washed his face and neck, and then took a sip of mountain spring water with both hands.

He did not prepare lunch today, nor did he plan to go back to cook. He is a living poor in this era. In order to survive, he can only choose to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

When he returned to the mountain, other people gathered around and were roasting something. When he stepped forward, he saw that they were roasting fleshy bugs. These bugs were as big as an index finger and looked a little disgusting.

It turned out that they cut down the mountain pineapple next to it and got these insect eggs of different sizes from the trunk.

Mountain pineapple, named because its fruit resembles a pineapple, is an evergreen branching shrub all year round. The leaves are clustered on the top of the branches, the apex narrows into a long tail tip, and there are thick sharp spines on the leaf edges and the midrib on the back.

A local flying insect likes to lay its eggs in this tree trunk. The eggs eat the sap of the tree trunk and grow. However, humans at the top of the food chain become the upper link of the insect eggs.

The big black guy stuffed him with a skewered worm. It was the biggest and fattest one, and everyone else was envious of it.

Lin Haoran had a wry smile on his face, but he did not live up to his good intentions. The current situation did not allow him to be picky. What surprised him was that the insect eggs popped into his mouth and were very sweet and delicious, definitely no worse than chicken.

After eating this insect feast, everyone carried firewood to sell, and lined up in a line to go down the mountain along the intestine path.

Lin Haoran's disadvantage appeared again and he fell behind the crowd, but the people in front were waiting for him intentionally. The big black man even ran back to help him pick a section. His kindness seemed to be integrated into his bones.

The mountains here are beautiful and the water is even more beautiful.

As soon as we came down from the mountain, we saw a clear river. There was a solid wooden bridge on the river. The clear water flowed slowly under the bridge. The sound of rushing water could be heard. A few carp were playing on the lotus leaves under the bridge.

Chasing each other in the water looks like a natural ink painting.

If you weren't carrying heavy objects, the scenery along the way would be worth appreciating.

The place where firewood is sold is very close to Jiangcun next door. The two villages drink from the same river, but the rich and poor are very different.

Jiangcun has a history of only more than ten years. It is said that they migrated from the south of the Yangtze River. There are only a dozen families, but they have extremely strong financial resources. They are now engaged in silk, pottery and other businesses.

It's not a good thing to be next to such a wealthy village.

Jiangcun was willing to take root here. He not only hired people to open up the land, but also planned to buy property in this area. There were no changes in this family, and there were also some lazy men. Jiangcun gradually became the largest landowner in the area from a poor village.

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Changlin Village is a little better, because the old patriarch tried his best to curb this kind of land transaction, and even hung up lazy people who wanted to sell their land and whipped them wildly. But after all, he couldn't bear this encroachment, and now half of the land in the village has been classified as Jiangcun Jiangfu

His name includes the property of Lin Haoran's family.
To be continued...