Lin Family Ravine, after the autumn harvest.
In the harvested rice fields, eight-year-old Lin Luoyu held a little bag in her hands, barefoot as she searched every inch of ground with her head lowered.
She was looking for overlooked grains of rice or ears of rice.
Although the landowners had already searched this plot at least twice, combing it practically clean, people always missed something.
Lin Luoyu did not expect to find any overlooked ears of rice. She was mainly searching for grains scattered in the mud.
She had to search carefully, but quickly too. After every autumn harvest, the rice stalks would be burned away, providing the most primitive fertilizer to ensure a decent harvest the following year.
Lin Luoyu's eyes lit up. She reached into the mud and soon pulled out an ear of rice that had been rolled into it.
The grains were covered in quite a bit of mud and were not particularly plump, but in Lin Luoyu's eyes, they seemed to shine.
Suppressing her delight, Lin Luoyu hurriedly plucked the grains from the ear one by one and stuffed them into her little bag.
With this unexpected delight, Lin Luoyu searched even more earnestly.
But unfortunately.
Good fortune was Heaven's occasional mercy, and most people had to wait amid misfortune for that occasional mercy.
Lin Luoyu searched the entire rice field. There was not much rice in her little bag, but it was enough to make a meal of thin porridge.
Whatever the case, she now had a day's food.
Not caring that the bag was still coated in wet mud, she tucked it against her chest and hurried toward home.
Lin Luoyu had only just left the field when a slightly mocking female voice came from behind a roadside tree:
"Already stealing at such