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Their land just lay vacant there; all they needed was to purchase some plastic sheeting to use. At most, they’d lose the money they spent on a few pieces of plastic. When next spring arrived, they could work a bit harder to earn back the money they’d lost.

“Well…” Tang Zhinian was somewhat swayed by his younger brother’s words. Other things aside, he needed to save some money to tidy up their house. Not to mention, he needed to save for his brother’s future wife, and his daughter’s education.

If they continued farming in their present way, when would they be able to save enough money? They probably would need many years to repay the money they owed.

He placed his daughter on his lap.

“Xinxin, what vegetable do you think daddy should grow?”

Tang Yuxin showed a small smile, “Grow fragrant vegetables.”

“Alright,” Tang Zhinian steeled himself even more.

Wiping his face, he said, “Zhijun, let’s eat first. Tomorrow, I’ll leave Yuxin with Uncle Zhong, then we’ll head into town to buy some plastic film.”

“Deal,” Tang Zhijun picked up his chopsticks, stuffing food in his mouth. His body radiated energy, knowing the family’s turnaround depended on this.

Finally, Tang Yuxin also let out a sigh of relief.

She picked up her little spoon, quietly eating her food.

Luckily, she remembered some things. Throughout her previous life until her death, she had never forgotten how her mother had entrapped her and her father.

Remembering to about two years after her arrival at the Wei family, not long after Wei Jiani’s birthday. Wei Jiani was born in winter, around November of the lunar calendar.

During that time, it was almost at the peak of winter. With only a month’s difference between her and Wei Jiani’s birthdays, Wei Jiani could celebrate hers, while she could not. From then on, she realized her status in this house was far lower than Wei Jiani’s.

She remembered it clearly; one night when she went to the toilet, her legs were trembling from the cold. She saw that the light in the living room was still on. Remembering Sang Zhilan’s words about turning off the lights or she’d beat her, she went to switch off the light and saw a pile of coriander in the living room.

Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian were busily bundling up the coriander. Both being from the countryside, wrapping up vegetables wasn’t a difficult task for them.

“This is the only correct crop Tang Zhinian has planted. This coriander can be sold for more than a yuan per jin. His land has thousands of jin, isn’t that worth thousands of yuan?”

“Exactly,” Sang Zhilan was very triumphant. “I said Yuxin was ill and needed to go to the hospital. Not only did he give me all his money, but I also got this coriander. Once we sell these veggies tomorrow, we’ll have money in our hands. If he can bring us a few more tricycle loads, once we sell all of them and Jiani grows a little older next year, we can send her to the Youth Palace.”

“That sounds great. Let’s set this as our plan. We’ll have Nini learn piano. My daughter must be well-rounded in the future.” Wei Tian was thrilled as the two happily discussed their earnings without a hint of shame. It was that night when the not yet five-year-old Tang Yuxin grew up for the first time. She learned that her mother had swindled her father’s produce and used that money to enroll Wei Jiani in the Youth Palace. There, Wei Jiani learnt to play the zither, while she did chores, washed clothes, swept, washed dishes, and cooked at home.