Although the neighbor next door brought fish soup, his mother Xiaohong did not pour out the mouse soup. The family was penniless. No matter how disgusting the mouse soup was, it was food. It was better than starving to death.

"Oh, Xiaohong, this child is so young."

Wang Chong felt that he was being held, but the gesture of this man holding him made him feel uncomfortable.

"I was born two months prematurely, so I was a little younger." Xiaohong said weakly, and took another sip of the soup.

"That's how, there will be no defects in those who have premature births, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhong's heart tightened. He wouldn't be so unlucky. He quickly moved his hands and feet. Fortunately, his hands and feet were very clear now, and his mind was definitely not cerebral palsy.

"Look at my broken mouth, this child doesn't cry or make a fuss. Except for being a little younger, everything else is normal. This child will definitely be lucky in the future." Aunt Sun shook Wang Chong, touched Wang Chong's nose, and said with a smile: "What name are you going to give him?"

"The first time he ate fish soup, he called Wang Xiaoyu." Zhang Xiaohua stroked Wang Chong's tender forehead and said.

From then on, a skinny little boy was added to the peaceful mountain village, whose name was Wang Xiaoyu.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

In the past three years, Wang Chong himself didn't know how he survived, especially in the first year, because his mother had no milk, he survived entirely by drinking rat broth and fish soup and rice porridge that he helped his neighbors.

The next year, after her mother Xiaohong planted some vegetables, she carried Wang Chong on her back and began to do some weeding and cutting wood for the people in the village. She didn't ask for money, but just wanted to give her two bowls of rice. Some people felt sorry for her, but she would give her some copper coins.

She cooked the rice that she wanted to come into rice porridge, and put some wild vegetables in the rice porridge, and pulled Wang Chong up so hard.

In the third year, Wang Chong stood up staggeringly.

But he found that his legs were very weak and he couldn't walk very steadily. This was because he was not only born prematurely, but also had poor nutrition since childhood. He looked like skinny and bone-like, so he was so weak.

During this period, Wang Chong also learned about the people and things around him.

Her mother's name is Zhang Xiaohong, and her parents died when she was ten years old. Since then, she relied on herself in everything. After she was eighteen years old, she married Wang Dayong from a village through an introduction.

At first, Wang Dayong was pretty good. He went to the fields to work, worked diligently, and often went up the mountains to play wild game. However, after he was taken to the gambling house in the county town, he changed his whole body.

He is idle every day, but he is also addicted to alcohol. When he drinks too much, he will borrow money to go to the county to bet. When he loses the bet, he will owe debts. He also yells every day that he will make a profit one day.

In recent years, all the goods that can be sold at home have been sold, and even the farm tools he has sold are completely sold. It can be said that except for a shell and a bed, this home has only a pile of empty wine bottles left.

Although her mother Zhang Xiaohong also quarreled with Wang Dayong, how could she, a weak woman, quarrel with Wang Dayong, who was strong and strong, annoyed Wang Dayong. He fisted and kicked, and once he was beaten and vomited blood. Even Wang Chong was vented and kicked out several times.

If this body hadn't been better than Wang Erping in his previous life and had a hard life, he would have been kicked to death long ago.

After a while, Zhang Xiaohong was afraid when she saw Wang Dayong and didn't dare to say anything more.

Wang Dayong had an older brother and an older sister, but these two were not very friendly to their family. The reason was that the fields separated by their ancestors were not clear, and the small farmers had very serious thoughts and often had conflicts.

Just yesterday, Wang Chong was tied to his back by Zhang Xiaohong. When Zhang Xiaohong went to farm at his own farmland, his uncle and aunt rushed over with their son and daughter, saying that they had occupied their land.

Zhang Xiaohong, a weak woman, was no match for those people. Not only did she say that she was the last half of the white people, she was slapped in public, and her right face was swollen on the spot.

“This life is too difficult.”

It was night that Wang Chong sat at the door of his house, looking at the ants on the ground, looking ugly.

My father is not a thing, and my family’s relatives are not good people. My mother works hard day and night, so she can only force them to starve to death. Now she is growing up, and without a strong body in the future, it is difficult to take advantage of various contradictions.

If anyone except his mother is the best, it is probably the next door neighbor Aunt Sun. Wang Chong remembers it very clearly. If Aunt Sun hadn't helped them with their mother and son two years ago, they would have been starved to death.

Unfortunately, I am only three years old now. Not to mention helping, I will be lucky if I can walk without falling.

Wang Chong was thinking, and when he was far away, he saw a figure stumble towards him.

He knew this figure turned into ashes, and he was the father of Wang Dayong, who was not the world.

As usual, Wang Dayong came over drunk again, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He looked like this and lost 100% again.

"Son, has your mother cooked?" Wang Dayong burped and wanted to touch Wang Chong's head.

Wang Chong took a step back and frowned and said, "We've all eaten."

"Tsk, your father touches you what you are hiding. I love you. I will find out how to win money in the future and let you eat braised pork every day."

Wang Dayong was talking and staggering into the house: "Xiaohong, Xiaohong, your husband is back, and I don't know how to do it."

Zhang Xiaohong covered her swollen face yesterday, "I'll ask you, where is the twenty cents I hide under the bed?"

Wang Chong knew that the twenty-month was accumulated by his mother before.

"Oh, that one, I spent it, but I didn't spend it randomly. I went to bet and won a lot." Wang Dayong sat down and saw a bowl of rice porridge on the table. He drank all of them without looking at it.

"What about winning the money?" Zhang Xiaohong said hurriedly.

"It's all the blame for Li Mao. I'm leaving. I have to pull me to play for a while, but then they all lost." Wang Dayong smacked his lips: "Why did I eat so lightly? I haven't been eaten for a long time. You woman don't know how to make a little bit. It's so unlucky. If you marry you, the broom star, I guess I lost every day, and it's your fault."
Chapter completed!