The Lucky Farmgirl

The three siblings and a crowd of nieces and nephews all shook their heads.

In their memories, Dad (Grandpa) had always been diligent. He would get up before dawn and, if they didn’t get up themselves, he would wake up their brothers (their parents) and then assign various chores.

In their memories, except for the few days during the New Year, the adults at home never had a day where they didn’t work.

"Oh," Aunt Lai slapped her thigh in amusement, "Looking at Zhou Jin now, you can’t tell at all what he was like back then. He used to be so good at avoiding work. When your uncle was not yet born and your grandparents only had that one son, they doted on him fiercely. A strapping young lad, he looked even stronger than Liulang but would complain of leg pain as soon as he set foot on the field. He was afraid of leeches when planting rice seedlings and would cry out loud in the fields..."

Uncle Lai couldn’t help but break in, "You should stop digging up these old stories. It’s been so many years; there’s no need to talk about it for so long."

"Why not? Whenever I think of Zhou Jin, this is the first thing that comes to mind."

At that time, Aunt Lai had also just married into Qili Village not long before, and the fields of their two families were close. Kids as young as seven or eight would get tanned working in the fields and move quickly when planting rice seedlings.

But Zhou Jin was thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, and he would cry out in the fields just from bumping into a snail, thinking he had been bitten by a leech.

Aunt Lai found it hard to forget him.

Manbao listened with shining eyes. Seeing the sparkles in her eyes, Aunt Lai got more enthusiastic since storytellers love audiences like Manbao the most.

Manbao asked, "Was my dad lazier than my fourth brother back then?"