Speaking of childhood, I was born and raised in a poor neighborhood in the late-Vietnam Bac Ninh province. One specializes in agricultural countryside rice with difficult traffic, away from the town center and not conducive to commercial relations. In my childhood memories, the place which contains so much hard work, toil of farmers mud legs covered hands, sold year round face to the earth, back to heaven. We do agriculture completely by hand and without any assistance from the machinery and modern techniques. Therefore, although human labor power consuming animals (bovine plowing), but its effect is not high, we poor will remain poor. I am the eldest in the family of five sisters. My parents are farmers purebred, and like the other people in the village, my parents also do agriculture with outdated technology, old. My family is so difficult that only work with low productivity agriculture to care for 05 children living with their learning story.
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