Only Chen Sanqi, who was still learning to speak and couldn't even speak clearly, cried out, "Mommy, hug me!"
Chen Yiqi rushed back anxiously with a complicated expression and carried Chen Sanqi out.
He knew that his mother would be very angry if she was beaten, and even the third child would get a beating.
Yin Lan clicked her tongue and sighed. Just how many sins had the original owner committed?
She had three children but still longed for other men. In the book, the scholar whom the original owner admired was no good at all. Now that Yin Lan had come, she naturally could no longer have such thoughts. Having been given a second chance at life, she naturally hoped to live well!
Looking at her dilapidated home, Yin Lan sighed and slowly sat up.
After regaining some strength, I stood up and walked out of the room. The whole house really was just a two-room thatched hut.
Her heart sank, and she walked out of the house.
Outside, the cold wind howled, the trees were bare and withered, and in front of me was a flat piece of land, with towering mountains stretching into the distance.
The field was covered with small clumps of cauliflower, but they looked sparse and the leaves were yellow and obviously unhealthy.
If Yin Lan remembers correctly, the soil in this village is becoming saline due to geological changes. This year, the soil can still grow leaves, but next year, the yield may drop even more.
Last year, the harvest was reduced due to locust plagues and wild animal damage, and many families tightened their belts to make ends meet, hoping for the next year. Unfortunately, the disasters have become more and more severe each year.
How are we supposed to survive?
Just as Yin Lan was considering whether to run away or simply lie down and wait to die.
A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind.
[Beep! Cultural relic discovered. Should we auction it?]
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