The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"There are so many people who look alike in this world, could they all be my children?"

Chen Jiahe took a close look at the girl's face and found that they did look quite similar, but what did that mean?

"You little brat, how can you talk like that? Do you think I'm blackmailing you for no reason?"

Village chief Wang brought them over because he thought the two people looked too similar, so he brought them over for him to see.

Besides, the kid said it himself, who would call someone "dad" for no reason?

"Village chief, I think this child is quite handsome. He looks just like Jiahe."

Aunt Wang, who came over to join in the fun, didn't mind making trouble. The wrinkles on her face were so big that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

"Don't I know whether I have children or not?"

Chen Jiahe put down the rake in his hand and picked up some tofu dregs to feed the cows.

This is the residue left over from grinding tofu with a millstone two days ago. It's just right for feeding cows.

"If you have time to feed it tofu dregs, you might as well take it out and let it eat some grass. This cow must have committed a great sin in its previous life and that's why it has to be your animal."

Village chief Wang felt upset when he saw the mess at his house. In the village, cattle were raised for plowing the land, but his family was different.

"Leave the child at your house for now. I will go to the nearby villages and ask if there are any children missing."

"Why put her in my house? I don't have any extra food to feed her."

After feeding the cows, Chen Jiahe put down the broken basket in his hand and refused to let him keep the child at home no matter what.

"This child only knows you. If not your home, will he be released to my home?"

Village chief Wang couldn't take the child back home either. His wife had a bad temper and who knows what would happen if he brought the child back home because he had a big mouth.

"..."

Yuanyuan listened to their conversation, looked at her cold father, raised her little hand to touch her nose, not knowing what to do.

It seems that her father is not very willing to have her.

"Village chief, if no one wants this child, just give it to my family. My family is in need of a daughter."

Aunt Wang looked at the child with a keen eye and thought it would be a good idea to keep her as a child bride for her son.

It looks like he won't be bad when he grows up. At worst, he can ask for more dowry.

"Have you forgotten the country's family planning policy? Your family has already exceeded the limit, why do you want more children?"

Village chief Wang looked at her with annoyance. The country now advocates having only one child. Fortunately, her child was born before the policy came out, otherwise she would have been fined.

Moreover, her youngest daughter, Wangdi, was starved to death like a chick and died of an illness last winter.

In this era, there are few people in the village who treat their daughters as treasures.

"You can't say that. This child has no one...ah..."

Before Aunt Wang could finish her words, a shovel of cow dung flew over.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Jiahe in the cowshed hung his head and said nothing, silently shoveling cow dung in the side shed, and poured it all over Aunt Wang with one shovelful after another.

When he doesn't want to talk, he is as good as dead and even a spoon can't pry his mouth open.

"Village chief, look at him, what a character he has!"

Aunt Wang was so angry that she stamped her feet. She was afraid that he would throw cow dung on her again, so she had to stand far away.

"Jiahe, neighbors, what are you doing?"

Although Village Chief Wang dislikes Aunt Wang, as the village chief he has to speak up for her.

"What did I do? This is my yard. Is there anything wrong with me shoveling cow manure in my own yard?"

Chen Jiahe also couldn't stand Aunt Wang's behavior. It was a pity that her daughter Wangdi died early.

Looking at Wangdi's thin figure, he couldn't help but think of himself as a child.

After hearing this, Village Chief Wang was also choked. This was reasonable, but he couldn't throw cow dung at people.

"village head…"

Aunt Wang still didn't give up. Just as she was about to open her mouth to talk again, a pile of cow dung flew over again.

Now everyone present understood what this meant.

Chen Jiahe dropped the farm tools in his hand and patted the dust off his hands: "You can leave the child here first, and take her away as soon as you find her parents."

If this child fell into Aunt Wang's hands, I'm afraid his fate would be worse than Wangdi's.

"Okay, let's make it a deal. I'll leave the child with you for a while."

When Village Chief Wang saw that he agreed, he immediately slammed the table.

If the child's relatives cannot be found, the only options are to find someone to adopt him or send him to an orphanage in town.

"Wait a minute..." Chen Jiahe stopped Village Chief Wang who was about to leave: "You can stay here, but if she eats my food, you have to give it to me."

"..." Village Chief Wang paused, looking a little old, and turned around to glare at him: "Got it, you should quickly take care of your few acres of land, otherwise you will be left with nothing when the tax is due."

I don't know how this person became so stingy. He wants to count every grain of rice.

The villagers who were watching also followed the village chief and dispersed. Only Aunt Wang had a fierce face and said sarcastically: "She is just a money-loser. Only a bachelor like you who can't find a wife would want her."

The young men and women in the village all get married early. He is still single at the age of 25, which makes him considered an older bachelor.

"What do you mean by a money-loser? Did your mother call you a money-loser when she gave birth to you?"

Chen Jiahe was also very tall, and when he stood in front of people, his sturdy back and slim waist made people tremble in their hearts.

"You..." Aunt Wang pointed at his trembling hands and said hatefully, "You are so mean, no wonder you can't find a wife." Then she ran away angrily.

"What does it mean to lose money?"

Yuanyuan stared at Aunt Wang's back and felt that the words sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard them.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. What's your name?"

Only then did Chen Jiahe turn his attention to the child. The little guy was wearing quite tattered clothes.

"My name is Yuanyuan!"

"Do you know me? Just tell everyone I'm your dad!"

"Your name is Chen Jiahe."

Yuanyuan didn’t know if she knew him, but Tuzi said he was her father, so she must know him.

"Hey! You're a good imitator!"

The village chief called his name many times just now, so Chen Jiahe naturally would not think that she had known his name a long time ago.

"Go play somewhere else and don't disturb me while I'm working."

"..."

Yuanyuan looked at himself and went into the house, then looked around her bare new home.

The adobe house consisted of a main room, a kitchen, and a room facing the sun. In the innermost room there was a small room with a moldy little bed.

This room was particularly damp. It was cold just standing at the door. There was a square hole in the wall with a piece of weathered greenhouse plastic pasted on it.

"..."

Chen Jiahe glanced in the direction of the house. The little guy was quite outgoing and had not come out for a long time.

The small room was too cold and too gloomy, so Yuanyuan just stood there for a while and then left, running to the big room in front.