Militia Life (2)

Suddenly, Amina raised her head, her eyes shining as she broke the silence. "Mom, Peter, I've heard a lot of families in Tunbao discussing this lately. They say that now that life is a little more stable, we can try raising some chickens, ducks, or geese."

"Couldn't we buy some chicks and ducklings too? We could build a little shed behind the house. I heard they'll grow up in just a few months. Then we'd have eggs to eat every day!" Her voice was filled with anticipation at the prospect of improving their lives.

Her mother looked thoughtful and approving. She nodded. "Mm, Amina's idea is a good one. Farming alone isn't enough—we need to start some side businesses. We shouldn't just raise chickens and ducks, either. Once the harvest comes in this autumn, if we have any spare money, it'd be best to buy one or two lambs as well."

"Sheep only need grass, so they won't consume our grain. Once they grow up, we can sell them for money, and we can milk them too. Goat's milk is good for the body." At the mention of goat's milk, her mother naturally added, "Especially for Daniel. He's learning a trade at the workshop now, so his brain and body are developing. It'd be best for him to drink some goat's milk and build himself up. We'll bring him some next time he comes home."

However, her mother's casual remark was like a needle, instantly puncturing the excited light that had just filled Amina's face.

The smile vanished from her face. The corners of her mouth drooped involuntarily as she lowered her head in silence, stirring the oatmeal in her bowl forcefully with her spoon. She said nothing more.

Amina felt deeply uncomfortable. A mixture of grievance and resentment surged