If Song Yaohui hadn't stopped him, he would have already climbed up to the pig trough and grabbed it.

Song Fanxing giggled, her laughter as clear and pleasant as a wind chime.

Song Yaohua forgot about his anger and jealousy and stared blankly at Song Fanxing.

"My little sister has such a beautiful smile!"

Song Yaohui also felt that his younger sister was even more beautiful than before.

Her skin was fair and tender, her hair was thick and black, her big eyes were bright and lively, and her long eyelashes fluttered.

Lively and adorable.

Song Yaohui dared to say that his sister was the prettiest and cutest girl in the whole village.

The two brothers took Song Fanxing out for a walk around the village.

Song Yaohua: "Hey sis, it looks like they're playing Eagle Catches Chicks over there, wanna join in?"

Of course, he and his older brother Song Yaohui would never play such a childish game.

They've grown up.

My younger sister is different; she's still young.

Song Fanxing glanced at it with disdain and looked away.

"I don't want to play."

"My older brothers can just take me for a stroll."

After the tour, Song Fanxing had gained a basic understanding of the village called Songjiatun.

Songjiatun is surrounded by mountains to the north and east, while the west and south have been developed into land.

The villagers relied on these lands for their livelihood. However, at that time, the land yield was low, and a certain percentage of grain had to be handed over to the state every year, leaving them with far too little food.

The autumn harvest hasn't arrived yet, and farmers already have no grain stored up.

Every family lived frugally, and victory was only achieved when the grain was distributed.

"Hey, isn't that Song Darong's youngest son? He's not dead?"