"Stars want to help scoop the sand too." Stars picked up their little sieve and was about to go into the water.
"Oh my little darling, you need a hoe to scoop sand. A sieve isn't very useful, and even if you could, you wouldn't be able to scoop it up. Just sit there and watch. We're here for you." Zhao Guihua pressed her back down onto the rock.
"When will I grow up? In a few more days? Or in a few years?" Xingxing asked this question very seriously, resting her chin on her hand.
"No matter how old Xingxing gets, he'll always be my precious darling. With your five older brothers around, why would you need to do any work?" Zhao Guihua said in a doting tone, like an old landlord spoiling her silly son and wanting to make him even sillier.
"Oh dear, but what if Xingxing doesn't work and eats Auntie's family out of house and home? No, no, Xingxing has to grow up quickly and help with chores so she won't eat Auntie out of house and home." Xingxing also needs to find ways to earn money; Xingxing is very capable.
Zhao Guihua's family just smiled, but in their hearts they were thinking, "Our family is already poor, adding you, a little girl, won't make a difference. We can't get any poorer."
However, since we found some wild game, we've been eating better these days.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, the land was tilled, the grain seeds were sown, and the earthen bed where Xingxing slept was built. Xingxing now had her own room.
Xingxing rolled around on the kang (a heated brick bed) twice. After her joy subsided, she felt a little guilty. She was an adopted child, yet she had taken over a room all by herself and even had a kang to sleep on.
The five brothers were crammed into a broken bed, five people to a room. If only there were more rooms in the house, how could Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou afford to build a house?
This was another day when they went to town to buy things, which they did once a month. Because there were many refugees on the road, if the villagers went out alone, they would be robbed by the refugees. The villagers had been robbed before.
Later, the villagers of Yegou Village gathered at the village chief's house for a meeting and finally decided to go to the town once a month, with the strong men of the village traveling together.
Of course, only half of the strong men could go out at a time, while the other half had to stay behind to protect the village and prevent refugees from sneaking into the village to steal the meager food supplies of each household.
Zhou Laoda and Zhao Guihua had no money on them and originally didn't really want to go to town.
"Xingxing is going to town to sell flowers and myrtle roots. Uncle is taking Xingxing there," Xingxing said, pointing to a basket of dried honeysuckle and a basket of myrtle roots.
"Sweetie, there are a lot of bad people outside, let's not go to town." Zhao Guihua thought the child was just playing around, but she didn't think that the flowers could really be sold for money.
"Uncle is strong and can protect Xingxing. Xingxing is going to sell flowers. Auntie, you can believe me, these flowers really can make money." Xingxing was getting anxious, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed into two worms.
Seeing that she was sweating profusely from anxiety, Zhao Guihua immediately felt sorry for her. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Xingxing, stay at home. Your aunt and Uncle Zhou will go and help you sell the flowers."
"You and your five older brothers stay at home and don't run around. Lock the gate properly. You have to keep a close eye on all the meat in the house, or bad people will come and steal it."
Xingxing was torn. Both money and meat were important, but she was small and had short legs; traveling would slow the adults down. Okay, she'd stay home with her brothers.
"Auntie, all the money from selling flowers is for you. You and Uncle Zhou need to support your family." Hearing Xingxing's sweet, childlike voice, Zhao Guihua and her husband felt a warmth in their hearts.
How can this child be so sensible?
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