"Yuan Chun, why aren't you going to gather pigweed? In our village, as long as a kid can run, they must go to the mountain to gather pigweed."
"Yuan Chun, are you unwell, always getting sick?"
"The younger brother in Zhaodi's family is unwell, he sleeps at home every day and doesn't do any work," said a little girl.
Walking beside her, the thin and frail Tian Zhaodi, with a face full of worry, said, "My mom said my brother was born prematurely, that's why he's unwell. The household chores are heavy, my brother can't do them, it's all up to us three sisters."
Walking at the back, Tian Laidi sighed, "Zhaodi, since brother can't do it, we'll just do more work. Dad and mom have said it, brother is the backbone of the Tian family, he will inherit the family name in the future, we shouldn't let brother get tired."
A flicker of disdain flashed in Tian Zhaodi's eyes, but she obediently said, "Big sister, I understand, I will do more work in the future."
