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After the meal, Yangyang played around with Qimu for a while, causing her to laugh. Yangyang played with Qimu for a while, talking to her childishly.

After a while Yangyang was small and tired, and Yang Lili soothed him into sleep.

When Yangyang fell asleep, Qimu finally found a chance to speak about the matter of the mountain.

"Dad, mom, I've been sleeping soundly at home these past few days. I want to take a walk around the mountain in our village this afternoon. Is that alright?"

Standing in front of her parents, Qimu spoke slowly with a tone of discussion. She maintained a faint smile and a gentle manner.

"No, the mountain is dangerous, your body is fine, you can't go. Girl, you should stay home and rest for a few days, don't get out of the bed."

When his cheap father heard this, he immediately made his attitude clear. This rough and simple man rarely refused any requests from his family, especially from his beloved children.

This time, he was opposed to it from the start.

Mother Lucky also followed up:

"Mu, what kind of mountain are you going to? If you're bored, you can go to your Aunt Lin's place and play with Little Red."

Yang Lili didn't reject him explicitly, but her attitude didn't allow it either. She was really worried about her daughter.

Since the last time her daughter had helped her faint in the fields, she had blamed herself for not letting her daughter do those heavy jobs again.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for her sister-in-law's unpleasant words, Mu wouldn't have …

Qimu was the CEO of a top tier international company. Naturally, she had her own opinions on everything. How could it be possible without an explanation?

"Father, mother, I will not go to the depths of the mountains. I will only walk around in circles, looking for something good to cook for my family."

"Besides, people often go to the village, don't they? Especially Yangyang, who is better than Yangyang in raising children of the same age in the village? "

"Dad, mom, don't worry. I'll be back before sunset. I don't care if I've found anything to eat."

What Qimu said, firstly, it would not be a problem to point out his own safety, secondly, it would be a shadow over his family's food. thirdly, it would be a signboard, Yangyang, and his parents wouldn't hurt him? Finally, issue a guarantee card to re-emphasize the most important issue.

After a few explanations, Ye Dazhuang and Yang Lili frowned and looked at each other, not knowing how to refute.

At this time, Qimu also stopped talking. Her body was tall and straight as she stared at them. The corner of her mouth slightly curled up, and she had a calm expression.

She knew that she had said everything she needed to say. She just needed to wait for the answer with the best possible attitude.

This was not a math problem. There was definitely a correct answer. It was a subjective question that required the most manpower. The result was that the reviewer would only have the will to do so.

She was seventy to eighty percent sure that they would let her go. After all, the family was too difficult. Even her sister had been sent to her grandma's house to be raised, just to save a small ration.

How much can a 2 year old baby eat and how much to use?

Qimu sighed silently in her heart. Changing the situation in this family wasn't something that could be done overnight.

"Sigh …" Get your mother to prepare some rations, bring some water, and a small basket. You must come back before the sun sets.

The father let out a long sigh and settled the situation as soon as he opened his mouth. Sometimes, men are more decisive than women.

Seeing this, the woman no longer opposed it. She looked at her daughter, feeling sorrowful. She then silently went to prepare the things to be used in the mountain.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Qimu didn't know how to persuade him. Since she was young, she had never tried to persuade anyone before, nor had she ever been persuaded before.

However, he understood clearly in his heart that this was a good match for his parents. The grief in his mother's eyes and the words his father had told him to take the fire piston away.

At home, there was only one fire piston that could be considered to be valuable.

Qimu's smile didn't waver and her expression remained the same.

Their feelings, however, were a bit different.

After a short lunch break, his parents took Yangyang to work in the fields while Qimu prepared to work at home.

Actually, she should have been the one who originally brought Yangyang along. However, a few days ago, Yangyang fainted in the field and his parents took him to the field to look after him while she stayed home to recuperate.

No wonder when she pinched Yangyang's face last time, her hands didn't feel as smooth and tender as an ordinary child's. She was filled with doubt, but she didn't show it on her face.

As it turned out, it was because he was in the fields all day long, braving the wind and scorching the sun.

She, along with her younger sister, recalled the little things the original owner took care of her sister, and also unintentionally found that small piece of clothing in the house.

The style of the clothes was obviously that of a girl. The clothes were not that good, they were very rough, but the embroidery on them was very vivid.

Qimu herself also had some indescribable emotions toward her younger sister, whom she had never met before.

She would find a way to support her family as soon as possible so that her sister could return home early and not suffer the hardships that she had endured when she was young.

It must be hard to be alone in someone else's house.

Qimu put the dry rations her mother had prepared back into the small cake. It was just that she had gone for an afternoon, so why would she need to eat the cake?

Qimu didn't plan to take the water with her, as her father was too worried about her being cheap. It was better for her to go out easily. She was small, but she couldn't carry too many things on her back.

Qimu's usually smiling face revealed a helpless expression. Did he really think that she was going out on a trip? What can a small basket contain?

Mother, this is heartbreaking.

After that, Qimu turned around and headed for the small kitchen to retrieve her large knitting basket.

She put the fire piston back in its place and went down the mountain before it got dark. She wasn't afraid of anything.

In reality, she was even more afraid of losing them. She was afraid of owing them favors, afraid that her parents wouldn't blame her for it.

After doing all of this quickly, Qimu followed her memory, found a path with fewer people, and headed up the mountain.