Being alive is more important than anything else!

Inside the house, the four children of the Jiang family sat in a row.

The tattered straw mat had long been torn off by Gu An'an and thrown into the yard.

The quilt I'm currently using is the same one I got from Grandma Jiang last year; it's neither new nor very warm.

But something is better than nothing.

"I'm going to the county later, who wants to come with me? I'll buy some good food then."

No one said a word.

Can those rose hips really be sold for money?

There are so many of them on the mountain, but I've never seen any villagers pick them to sell for money.

Gu An'an's idea seemed incredibly unreliable, and nobody wanted to be the lucky one.

Besides, it's so cold outside, going to the county town would be too much of a hassle.

Is the bed not warm enough?

Jiang Mingyi was the eldest of the three. Although he didn't know why Gu An'an insisted on taking one of them with her, he felt it was his duty as the elder brother to step forward now.

Otherwise, it would be unworthy of his status.

However, before Jiang Mingyi could get out of bed, a rumbling sound suddenly filled the quiet room, like rolling thunder.

Jiang's mistress quickly covered her stomach, trying her best not to make a sound—

Gu An'an chuckled, "It's you, Third Boy. You're more eager to hear about food than to see your parents."

Lifting a corner of the blanket, Gu An'an carried the person out, saying, "Mom will buy you something delicious later, but I won't give any to your older brother and second sister."

The little boy panicked when he heard this. Why did his stinky stomach have to start growling now of all times?

I really want to throw this belly away!

He was carried by Gu An'an onto the oxcart heading to the county town, and the little boy cautiously curled up into a ball.

"By the way, mistress, you don't have a name yet, right?"