Sun Yun took the three sisters Zhao Xiaoling and started rubbing corn.
At night Zhao Qingxiang saw the hands of the two daughters.
"I don't need you tomorrow, you take a day off and I rub."
"Dad, it's okay, let's do it slowly, otherwise this task will have to wait until later."
"Then don't worry, both of your hands are already like this. Be obedient and rest tomorrow."
The two girls didn't say anything anymore, their fingers hurt deeply. After all, even if they were children, they worked a lot and had a lot of rice dumplings on their hands, but their skin was still tender.
"The head of the house, Yuanyuan used to be beaten with a stick in a snakeskin bag. It was a waste of the snakeskin bag, and she would be beaten to pieces."
"Well, let's be like this tomorrow, we can't let ourselves suffer."