C1 Downhill Farmhouse

The endless wheat fields as far as the eye could see seemed to have almost reached the harvest season, the green ears of the wheat already showed signs of gold, the autumn wind blew past, the waves undulated, it was very spectacular. Shan Xing walked over with a basket of pig grass on her back, looking at the rise and fall of the wheat waves, her heart filled with emotion.

He thought about how much he had yearned to live in such an environment. The blue sky, green water, rows of fields, and vegetables, along with the fresh air and the fragrance of the grass, this was the life he had yearned for in his dreams. However, when he was inside this place, it was already completely different from that feeling.

"Mom, I'm back."

Pushing open a crumbling yard door, Shan Xing called out to the large adobe house in the yard. The delicate and high-pitched voice of the little girl was caught by the people in the house through the barrier.

"Oh, it's Shan Xing. Come in quickly and have a rest."

A weak female voice came from the room.

"I put the basket in the room, Mother."

After closing the yard door, Shan Xing poured the pig grass into the yard and spread it out to dry. Otherwise, the pig would have diarrhea after eating the dewy grass. After that, she put away the basket and entered the house.

You must be tired. It's so early in the morning and you haven't even had a sip of hot water, yet you've already run off to cut the pigweed.

There was only one adobe house, and when he pushed open the door, he found that it was divided into two rooms. Luckily, there was a small kitchen in the middle of the two rooms, which was better than nothing, or else Shan Xing would not know how to live.

She had been here for more than a month, and she still hadn't gotten used to this kind of life. However, she knew that no matter what, she wouldn't be able to return.

"Mother, you're sick. Why are you still going down to make congee? Just wait for me to come back and make it."

There was a pretty girl lying on the bed. She didn't have the slovenly look of a country girl. Although she had a sickly face, she looked clean and clean.

"It wasn't made by mom. Mom was a bit dizzy right when she started. It was your brother who cooked the porridge. It's a little muddled. Shan Xing, you should drink some of it."

When she heard that it was her brother who cooked the porridge, a bitter taste emerged in Shan Xing's mouth. It was hard to swallow what her brother cooked, but it was still her brother's kind intentions, so Shan Xing could only hold her nose and drink it.

When they arrived at the kitchen, they saw that even though the fire was out, the big pot was still tightly covered with a lid. Shan Xing knew that her brother was afraid of the cold porridge and covered her, so a warm feeling rose in her heart.

He had heard from his brother that they had moved here from a long distance away, so they had no relatives in this place. Luckily, the village chief was a good person and was willing to take in the three of them; otherwise, they might not have been able to live here.

Shan Xing stood on a stool in front of the stove and struggled to lift the lid of the big wooden pot. Her arms were sore and she could only lift the lid to the side and look at her slim arms. Shan Xing could only sigh.

She carefully scooped a bowl of porridge for herself. Because the spoon was too big, she was really too careful, so she could guarantee that the porridge would safely reach her bowl. Then she covered it with the wooden lid of the pot and carefully took the porridge off the stove.

"Shan Xing, did you leave enough congee in the pot?"

Hearing her mother's question in the room, Shan Xing quickly replied,

"Enough, mother. Enough is enough. Big brother brought out everything that happened in the afternoon. Mother, are you full?" Do you need me to serve you more? "

"No need, you can eat by yourself. I don't know if your brother is full yet, but when he grows up, it's not enough to only eat this bowl of porridge every meal. Sigh!"

Shan Xing's mother's last sentence was a low murmur and sigh. It was like a dagger that stabbed into Shan Xing's chest, sharp and painful.

She had never thought that one day she would lead such a life. When she was young, she grew up in her maternal grandma's house in the countryside, and at that time, her family wasn't well off either. Her mother and father were too busy working to take care of her, so she had to stay in the countryside and wait until school to bring her back to the city.

If not, she would not have been able to burn the fire, and would not have been able to recognize what those pigweed and chicken food looked like. When she thought about how she had scared her mother and brother by snatching the stove for the first time, she knew that even though she had worn to this poor village, she was still a doted child.

How could she possibly look at a little boy who was only nine years old and was working for the family without doing anything? So she took over the job of cutting the pigweed, so that her brother would have less work to do. Currently, her brother was supporting her in the family, and at his young age, she went around to help out.

As long as he was able to move the bricks, he would do his best to help the village's Fourth Uncle Zhao build a house. As such, when Fourth Uncle Zhao saw that he was willing to do it, he gave him the same work as before, so he worked even harder, going there first every day and then returning last.

She suddenly fainted a month ago. Shan Xing was also scared and hugged her mother, crying so hard that she couldn't even wake up. When she woke up, it wasn't that little Shan Xing anymore, but the fake Shan Xing.

Thinking about how she was already over 20 years old and was still stuck in this little shell, doing what only children could do, she really wanted to cry. Shan Xing was her nickname, she didn't expect her name to be the same as Little Shan Xing, it should be due to this kind of fate, that's why she borrowed her body.

He used to be very proud and boasted that he was very smart. His studies had always been good and he had even gotten into a good university. After graduating from college, he had also found a good job and thought that his life would be smooth sailing.

In the end, they had only been in the same class for a little less than a year. Because of some conflict between him and his colleagues, one of them had gone to the river to sit down and relax. Who would have thought that the two kids behind him would cause such a ruckus?

Shan Xing couldn't help but cry when she thought of her parents. They had been too smooth sailing, and she couldn't stand any setbacks at all. Her mother had tried to enlighten her, but she had just graduated from school and didn't know the hardships of entering society.

He had to learn to be tolerant, to endure, to get along with others. In the unit, there was no one who treated him like his parents did. The unit was a very fair place, it looked at your ability, your character, and also your way of doing things.

This was all because she was dissatisfied just because someone else had forced her to do a little extra work, so she went out to relax and came here. Living a new life, she would never make the same mistake again, never make her mother worry again, be it from her previous life or this life.

Perhaps because the sadness in her heart had come too violently, Shan Xing herself was unable to control her choked voice.

"Shan Xing, what's wrong?"

Shan Xing was taken aback by the inquiry that came from the room.

She quickly wiped away the tears on her face and took another big gulp of the porridge before speaking vaguely into the room.

"Nothing, mom, I'm eating congee."

Although she didn't know what to say, her mother still thought that she was fine.

"Don't drink too fast. Be careful not to choke."

Shan Xing finished the porridge in a few gulps. Although it wasn't too full, she couldn't continue to fill the porridge. Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough lunch with her mother.

"Mom, take a rest first. I'll go clean up the pigsty. I'll make medicine for you when we get back."

He didn't dare to go into the house and speak to his mother, for fear that she would feel sad again when she saw his reddened eyes.

Shan Xing rushed into the yard, opened the door of the pigsty with a small shovel, and began to clean the pigsty. She thought that no matter what, there was still a pig that was going to leave the station at the end of the year.

It had to be said that although this house was poor, it was not to the point of being unable to eat. After all, there was a pig growing in the yard, and there was also a vegetable patch in the backyard.

He only heard his brother say that his family was from outside the country and had no land, but his mother could still live by selling vegetables or helping him sew clothes. Seeing how clean and tidy his family was, he knew that his current mother should be very capable.

After cleaning the pigsty, the sun had already risen. Shan Xing cut some dried pig grass, went to the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of rice bran. She stirred them with warm water, mixed them with the cut pigweed, and poured a small bowl of pig food into the food trough.

It had to be said that she was lacking in strength. Although she wanted to finish the job quickly, she couldn't do anything about her small arms and calves. She only needed to clear the pigsty and chop the weed to get to noon.

"Mom, there's not much medicine left. Tomorrow, big brother and I will help you buy more from the market."

Shan Xing didn't know what disease her mother was suffering from. She ate a bunch of medicine but it didn't seem to have any effect. On the contrary, it looked more and more serious. When she first fell sick, she was now completely bedridden.

Every day, in order to strip their mother, they would sweat profusely from head to toe, because their own mother would not be able to put in much effort at all. According to their brother, their mother's symptoms were not something they had only now, and about half a year ago, their mother had been showing some signs that she would be so tired that she would lose her breath or suddenly lose what she was holding in her hands while working.