"My father works from dawn to dusk, doing work that none of the other uncles are willing to do. My second uncle is lazy; every time he works, he heads to the toilet.
My fifth uncle has the airs of a scholar; he sits on the ridges in the fields all day! Who ends up doing these chores?
Isn't it my father and my fourth uncle! Even Little Zhi and Xiao Han, at such a young age, have to use bamboo baskets to carry rice from the field ridges.
Grandpa, ask yourself, is this so-called fairness really fair?"
Mu Shuangshuang's tirade spilled out all the pent-up words she had held in her heart for a long time.
Her silence doesn't mean she is unaware!
Nor does it mean she doesn't care!
The hardship of the third branch, she still remembers even now!
