"Mother Li, it's late and I need to go get my work done. Otherwise, my uncle and auntie are going to get angry." Miao Jing didn't deny that Mother Li's words were the truth. The problem was that she would have had nowhere to go if her second uncle hadn't taken her in.
Because of that, no matter how tough it was in her second uncle's family, Miao Jing dared not overthink it. She could only accept her fate and work as hard as an ox but eat less than a dog.
Miao Jing had never considered her personal issues, but others in Second Uncle Miao's family had already done so.
"How's it going? Which family are you sending your niece to? How about the one next door? All three generations of the family are poor, just like us. If you send your niece there, they're willing to give us forty-five kilograms worth of food."
