90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Xie Yan did not sleep well that night because there was a stove in the room in the middle of summer.

To avoid carbon dioxide poisoning, she left the doors and windows open.

The baby woke up very briefly at night, almost once every two hours. In addition, she was fed very slowly with a spoon, so Xie Yan woke up almost every half an hour, fed for half an hour, and then continued to sleep after the baby girl fell asleep.

In the early morning in the countryside, around four o'clock, the big roosters raised at home begin to crow.

Yang Qin got up, dressed, and walked to Xie Yan's door. Seeing Xie Yan sleeping soundly with her baby girl, she couldn't bear to disturb her, so she quietly retreated.

She walked towards her own field. On the ridge of the field where peppers were planted, she had dug a cellar to store sweet potatoes.

For breakfast, Yang Qin wanted to cook a pot of sweet potato porridge and a few eggs. She would wait for her third son to come back and call the police about the baby girl. He was the only family in the village that had a landline phone.

In the kitchen, smoke rose, and the aroma of rice and vegetables intertwined. Xie Yan was awakened by the smell of food. She opened her eyes and found that the sky was already turning pale. The baby girl was lying quietly beside her, her little hands clenched into fists, sleeping soundly.

She gently covered the baby girl with a thin quilt, tidied herself up briefly, walked out of the room, and saw Yang Qin busy at work.

"Grandma, why are you up so early?"

Yang Qin turned around, her face expressionless: "I'm used to it. Come, breakfast is almost ready, eat something, and then I'll ask your third uncle to call the police."

At the dining table, Yang Qin handed a bowl of hot sweet potato porridge to Xie Yan, and carefully prepared a small bowl of goat milk for the baby girl, and placed it aside to cool.

Yang Qin looked cold on the outside but was warm-hearted on the inside. Early this morning, she went to her third nephew's house next door to squeeze goat milk.

"Yan Yan, eat more. You can't eat the vegetables grown by farmers in town." Yang Qin's voice was gentle, and she looked at her granddaughter who was becoming more and more calm and quiet with satisfaction.

Xie Yan nodded, feeling mixed emotions, and looked at Yang Qin gratefully.

"Grandma, thank you."

After dinner, Yang Qin asked Xie Yan to continue resting, and she went to the cellar to get some fresh sweet potatoes, and picked up a fresh egg from the chicken coop to add to the eggs she had picked up before, preparing to bring it to Xie Jianming who was about to return.

It is not easy for Xie Jianming to come back. He usually comes back once every two weeks, especially now that there are so many things to deal with at home.

Just as Yang Qin was busy, the barking of Dahuang's dog was heard in the distance.

She looked up and saw Xie Jianming, looking exhausted and wearing oil-stained work clothes, walking slowly along the path.

Yang Qin felt warm in her heart and quickly put down the work in her hands and went to meet him.

"Mom, I'm back." Sweat slid down Xie Jianming's cheeks, but his face was filled with the joy of returning home and a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Yang Qin held Xie Jianming's hand, tears flashing in her eyes.

She briefly told her son what happened last night and urged him to call the police.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jianming's expression became serious. He nodded, took the sweet potatoes and eggs handed to him by Yang Qin, turned around and walked towards his small bungalow.

Xie Jianming is the village director. He also knows that when something like this happens, it is best not to intervene.

But as long as Xie Yan is here, his second brother Xie Jianhua will know about the dirty things in the village.

He dialed the police number, briefly stated the address and case, and hung up.

Afterwards, Xie Jianming returned to the small bungalow, changed into clean clothes, and thought about how to comfort his mother and sister Xie Yan, while not letting his second brother Xie Jianhua, who was far away in the city, worry too much.

When I walked into the yard, Xie Yan was squatting on the ground, teasing a few newly hatched chicks, with a childlike smile on her face.

Hearing footsteps, Xie Yan looked up and saw that it was Xie Jianming. She immediately stood up and said, "Uncle San, you're back!"

Xie Jianming smiled and nodded: "Yan Yan, Uncle San has called the police. Where is the baby girl?"

Xie Yan nodded excitedly, then took Xie Jianming to her room.

The baby girl is very cute and smart. Xie Yan was a mother in her previous life. Her daughter was extremely insecure and had to have someone by her side since she was a child.

Her daughter would cry loudly as long as she didn't see anyone.

But the baby girl in front of me lay quietly on the bed after feeding, not making any noise at all.

Xie Yan tiptoed to the baby girl and looked closely at her little face.

The baby girl has long eyelashes and beautiful facial features.

Xie Yan reached out and gently stroked the baby girl's forehead, feeling the warmth from another life.

Xie Jianming stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the baby girl's face. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was recalling something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something important.

"Yan Yan, come here." Xie Jianming called out to Xie Yan softly, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Xie Yan raised her head in confusion and looked at Xie Jianming, then gently put the baby girl back on the bed and walked to Xie Jianming.

"What's wrong, Third Uncle?" Xie Yan asked.

Xie Jianming took a deep breath and then said slowly: "Yan Yan, I...I think this child looks very familiar."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan widened her eyes with interest. Her cold and aloof grandmother had also said something like this.

She frowned slightly and looked at her uncle carefully. She remembered the rumors about her uncle in the village.

"Uncle San, grandma said the same thing."

Xie Jianming nodded, a serious expression on his face: "This child... I think it's best not to meddle in other people's business..."

Xie Yan and Xie Jianming shook their heads, their expressions somewhat gloomy: "No, now that I have met her, I will not ignore her."

Xie Jianming saw his little niece, who was as young as a bean, and shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I've already called the police. Your brother Dong will be home for summer vacation this afternoon. You can ask him to buy you anything you want."

After saying that, Xie Jianming picked up his little niece and took her out to sit and chat.

"Uncle San, I want Brother Dong to bring back a bottle." Xie Yan expressed her thoughts simply and directly.

Xie Jianming was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he smiled approvingly: "Okay, I'll tell your brother."

Xie Yan looked at the face of her third uncle Xie Jianming, a typical rural man, hardworking and simple, not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and who exchanged his labor for wealth.

My third aunt, Xiao Xueyan, is an illiterate rural woman with several brothers and sisters.

But my third aunt and uncle lived a more fashionable life than young people today. They only had a wedding banquet when they got married, but did not get a marriage certificate. They were together for decades without getting a marriage certificate.

Lin Luping always told Xie Yan that her third uncle was not a member of the Xie family and always joined forces with her fourth uncle to bully Xie Jianhua.

In Lin Luping's words, the third aunt is a fool, and the fourth aunt is slandered for being engaged in an improper industry just because she is a hairdresser.

Fifth Aunt...

Xie Yan closed her eyes and thought of the aunt who was the best to her in her previous life.

In this life, she will never let her fifth aunt marry her fifth uncle again.

Xie Yan has always looked at her paternal relatives through Lin Luping's eyes and cognition, and feels that none of them are good people.

But in the adult world, things are not black and white. There are no absolutely good people, nor are there absolutely bad people.