They continued to be busy in the fields, where just weeding the over twenty acres every day was already a heap of tasks.
Qin Guohua truly was not behaving like a real father anymore, even assigning tasks to his son, twelve acres for him, twelve for Qin Xiangyang, not allowed to return home or eat unless finished.
Qin Xiangnuan crouched on the ground, her small hands helping to pick up rotten vegetable leaves.
The Qin Family’s over twenty acres, with more than ten acres planted with winter wheat and others with sweet potatoes, soybeans and the like; winter wheat and soybeans are fine since they barely need care after planting, but vegetables are actually quite precious, almost needing daily maintenance, planting, watering, applying pesticide, and field tidying after harvest.
Qin Guohua indeed sees his son as less than human, it’s easy for him since over half of his twelve acres are wheat, while Qin Xiangyang, at such a young age, got all vegetable plots, no wonder he has to go to the fields before dawn and only returns when it’s completely dark.
So much land, not just one child, even several adults might not be able to finish.
Chun Xiangnuan’s determination to leave the Qin Family grew even heavier.
Once she has saved some capital, she will find a chance to leave the Qin Family once and for all. She doesn’t believe she, a person who has lived forty years more than others, can’t support herself and her elder brother. She wants to earn money, a lot of money, to provide her brother with meat, nice clothes, and also allow her brother to go to school, become an educated man capable of marrying and having children, instead of being buried young.
When noon came, Qin Xiangnuan still had to go back and prepare the afternoon’s meal, she really wanted to help her brother weed more, but she was just too slow and weak.
She patted the dirt off her hands, then walked over to Qin Guohua, lifted her face, sniffled, and said in a timid whisper,
"Dad, I can only make noodle dishes."
Yes, she could only make noodle dishes at her age, which albeit consume a lot of flour, are quite filling.
"Stop dawdling and go cook, useless thing," Qin Guohua angrily glared at his unpleasing daughter, "Raising you was completely useless, can’t even make a decent meal."
Qin Xiangnuan’s body trembled, she turned and ran towards the house, but as she turned, her face met the cold wind, and in that wind, it began to relax.
The flour at home was indeed scarce, if she were to make more pancakes, then when Hu Li returned and saw how much flour was used, she definitely wouldn’t let it go easily. She dared not use too much of the home’s flour, but without flour, how could she make scallion pancakes and earn money.
Unless, she bought the flour herself, but where to sell, where to buy.
She bit her little finger.
Buying flour was actually the simplest part since she now had money, but how to buy it and who to send to buy, became a huge problem.
As she was about to reach her house, she turned in a different direction.
That’s it, she stood at the door of a house not far from her own.
This was Aunt Hua’s house.
Aunt Hua had been kind to them since they were little, during her childhood, Aunt Hua would secretly aid them, otherwise, she might not have lived to this age.
She knocked on Aunt Hua’s door, hearing voices inside, indeed, it was Aunt Hua’s.