"Mother, how about I go and ask the village chief to borrow some grain?"
Ning An hugged her two daughters, gritted her teeth, and said to her mother.
Ning's mother shook her head and said weakly, "We've already borrowed from them before, how can we borrow again!"
Even if they did, they certainly wouldn't lend it to them again.
The reason I lent them that little bit of grain before was because she knew how to raise that old sow.
Hearing her mother-in-law's words, Yang Meizi looked at her two sons who were clutching her sleeves, and tears streamed down her face.
It's one thing to go hungry myself, but how can I bear to let my children, who are so young, go hungry?
Looking at Yang Meizi's appearance, Ning's mother couldn't help but think of herself back then, and when she thought of her eldest daughter who had been sold, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mother...Mother...I've come back to see you."
Just as the family was crying their hearts out, a loud voice rang out from outside the door.
Ning An's eyes lit up when she heard that voice.
"Mother, it's little sister! Little sister's back!"
Upon hearing this, Ning's mother, who had been crying, immediately lifted her head, her face showing some emotion.
Although she was starving, she still stood up shakily and jogged out to open the door.
A woman with a good figure stood gracefully at the door, holding one child in each hand and carrying another on her back.
It was Ning Xia, the youngest daughter of the Ning family.
Standing behind her was a burly man with a somewhat square face, a large nose, and a face full of flesh, who looked much older than his age. He was none other than Zhang Zhonghua, the youngest son-in-law of the Ning family.
He was carrying a bag in each hand and had two strings of sausages hanging around his neck.
"mother……"
"grandmother……"
When she saw her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren calling out to her, Ning's mother couldn't stop her tears from flowing again.
"Hey hey... Xiazi, Zhonghua, come inside quickly."
The couple didn't stand on ceremony and went straight into the house. Ningxia secretly glanced towards the kitchen.
Sure enough, the stove was cold and the pot was empty; the family at her parents' house hadn't started cooking.
She let go of the two children she was holding and reached out to take the bag from her husband's hand.
He said to his mother, "Mother, I'm starving. Let's go cook!"
With his hands free, Zhang Zhonghua handed over the two strings of sausages around his neck.
Then, holding one child in each hand, he went to talk to his brother-in-law.
Looking at the things they brought, Ning's mother's face was filled with both shame and gratitude.
Ning Xia is only 19 years old this year, while Zhang Zhonghua is already 36.
Ningxia was only 16 when she married Zhang Zhonghua.
Zhang Zhonghua was a team leader at the county slaughterhouse. He was 33 years old at the time and still hadn't gotten married.
Because of his looks, if someone meets him once and doesn't even mention his qualifications, nine out of ten girls will disagree.
Later, having no other choice, he had to ask a matchmaker to find someone in the countryside.
However, spurred on by others, he made a promise to the matchmaker that he would find a beautiful woman.
Ningxia had never met Zhang Zhonghua before. She only knew that the matchmaker had come to Zhao Family Village and mentioned that he worked as a pig butcher in the county and was not good-looking. She asked the older women there if they knew anyone suitable and offered to help them find a match.
She overheard this and was immediately tempted.
It doesn't matter if it's ugly; slaughtering a pig means you can eat meat.
For someone who has never eaten a piece of meat all year round, what does being ugly matter?
As long as the person is good to her, treats her well, and provides her with enough to eat and meat, that's enough.
So she went to the matchmaker herself and said she was willing to marry him.
Ning's mother only learned about the matter when the matchmaker came to propose marriage.
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