Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

"Oh dear?" Zhao Da'e raised her hand to interrupt Zhou Chunwen's nonsense and asked with some doubt, "Big sister, didn't you say you didn't plan to get married? How come you changed your mind so quickly? Even Cao Cao from the Three Kingdoms period couldn't change his mind as fast as you."

Zhou Chunwen's expression changed after hearing this, and she retorted, "What do you know? What I mean is, if there isn't a good one, I won't get married. But, what if I just happen to find someone by sheer luck..."

"Hehe." Zhao Da'e replied to Zhou Chunwen with a big hehe.

These days, even if you believe in ghosts, don't blindly trust what a man says.

A good man? Not everyone is Zeng Xiaoxian, right?!

In daily life, a husband and wife are simply restraining and tolerating each other.

There is no such thing as a perfect person; there is only a perfect person in your eyes.

That's it.

"Big sister, life is often beyond our control. In a few years, my aunt and uncle will give you the order. Then you'll get married. Even if things don't go perfectly, you'll only find someone you think is okay, someone you can settle for. Otherwise, you'll have to pray for good luck. But big sister, please don't do anything rash and end up with some pretty boy who's nothing special."

Zhou Chunwen scoffed and said, "Your father is no pretty boy, and he's nothing special. I would never marry someone like your father."

Zhao Da'e was speechless for a long time, clutching her chest: "My heart hurts."

Talking to Zhou Chunwen too much requires keeping nitroglycerin on hand. Zhou Chunwen is indeed sharp-tongued and skilled at witty retorts, leaving people speechless. And lately, spending more time with Zhao Da'e has made him even more formidable.

Zhou Chunwen glanced at Zhao Dage's sullen appearance and laughed, "Dage, I'll have to trouble you to help me pick up tree branches later."

Zhao Da'e tilted his head and said, "Hmph!"

At this moment, Zhao Tiesheng was already up in the tree, using an axe to chop down the branches that were in the way.

This is an old variety of poplar tree, also known as small-leaved poplar.

Later generations always thought that only trees like redwoods could grow taller. But in this era, poplars can also grow to 70 or 80 meters in several decades.

Of course, those big trees were all gone later. Zhao Da'e didn't know exactly what they were used for. But they were all cut down by people.

Some went to clear land for farming, some to cook, some to build houses, and some even went to the city. In short, there were many places to go, but those trees were gone.

Later, although trees were replanted, people started prioritizing economic gain and planted fast-growing poplars. Zhao Da'e knew this very well; he wondered which idiot came up with the idea that these fast-growing poplars had large leaves, which exacerbated local water loss and environmental degradation. Not only did these trees become useless in eight to ten years, they simply died on their own. They were extremely difficult to manage.

Besides, no one has taken care of the trees in this era.

Therefore, new things are not necessarily good.

Everything has two sides; every advantage has its disadvantage.

As Zhao Da'e and Zhou Chunwen were talking, Zhao Yongbo came running over from the side, shouting, "Big sister, big sister, why did you go home again?"

"You're just bored. Don't run around, stay far away. What if a tree branch falls down and hits you?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Yongbo stood obediently next to Zhao Da'e, looking completely harmless.

After a while, Zhao Yongbo asked, "Big sister, is there any work coming up lately?"

Zhao Da'e frowned: "Really, there isn't. You can't keep smashing the jar every day, and besides, the jar is gone. I'll find you some work in a few days."

Zhao Yongbo nodded.

While they were chatting, Zhao Tiesheng tied up the rope and prepared to start sawing the tree section by section.

Seeing that it would be a while before things got better, Zhao Da'e had nothing else to do. He told Zhao Yongbo to go play with his father, and then led Zhou Chunwen back to the warehouse.

With many people in the backyard, Zhao Da'e decided to go to the communal well in the front to fetch some water and make some tea.

It's freezing cold, who knew they had so much to do?

If we had just laid the trees down directly, without worrying about them damaging the house, it might have been done in an hour or two. But doing it piecemeal like this could take until the afternoon. Besides, who can guarantee that everything will go smoothly?

Moreover, even if Zhao Tiesheng were up there, he would eventually get too tired to keep going.

Standing in a tree is not like standing on the ground; it's extremely tiring, and you have to constantly keep your hands free to hold onto the branches, otherwise you might fall. All of this leaves you with very little strength. Moreover, the wind is strong up there, requiring a lot of effort to maintain your balance.

If things go wrong, Zhao Tiesheng might end up having to take down just one tree.

We'll have to find someone else to take over, which will only make things worse.

"I'll go get some water, you stay here for now, big sister."

Zhao Da'e came out with a bucket of water.

Zhao Da'e arrived at the village's communal well. This dilapidated well, no one knew when it was dug. In the summer, it was fine, but in the winter, the well rim was covered in ice, making it extremely slippery after just a few steps.

The well opening is also particularly wide, and since there are many people in the village, they basically all draw water from here.

The water level is very low; there is water only two or three meters deep.

Worried that he would slip on the ground, Zhao Da'e put the bucket aside, scooped up a few handfuls of soil, and threw them onto Bingbing.

Just as he was about to go fetch water, he heard footsteps behind him. Then someone scolded him, "What are you doing? Why are you throwing dirt into the well? This is drinking water, why are you wasting it?!"

Zhao Da'e, who was drawing water with his head down, said, "The ice is too slippery, I'm afraid I'll fall in. So I put some soil down. With people coming and going, if someone isn't careful, they might step on something slippery and fall in, which would be terrible."

When Zhao Da'e turned around, he saw Zhao Tiezong's son, Zhao Yongjin. Zhao Da'e frowned and gave a cold snort.

Actually, Zhao Tiezong's wife and Zhao Da'e's mother are somewhat related, both surnamed Cheng. Zhao Da'e remembers her mother calling her "Second Sister." But it seems they were distant cousins, not blood cousins; she was probably a child of Zhao Da'e's mother's aunt, Cheng Jinxiang.

They're relatives by some distant connection, but probably very far removed. This Zhao Tiezong has one son and three daughters, which is definitely not allowed in this era.

Zhao Tiezong was originally a teacher, but he was later reported and dismissed from his post. Now he farms at home.

Therefore, Zhao Tiezong devoted all his attention to his son, Zhao Yongjin. In his previous life, Zhao Da'e's impression of Zhao Yongjin wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly good either.

Zhao Da'e didn't pay much attention to what he had just said, assuming he was just being nosy. So, although she was unhappy, she didn't say anything more.

However, since Zhao Yongjin had already said, "You, Zhao Da'e, are throwing dirt into the well," Zhao Da'e took the dirt and moved it outwards with his hands, then flushed it with water.

The soil was washed away by the water, leaving only ice.

Zhao Da'e carefully carried another bucket of water and then said, "Brother, I didn't throw any dirt in. It's all cleaned up."

Zhao Yongjin didn't say much.

Zhao Da'e turned around and left.

Suddenly, there was a thud.

Then came Zhao Yongjin's cries for help.

When Zhao Da'e looked back again, Zhao Yongjin had fallen into the well...

Zhao Da'e: Holy crap! Bad guys get their comeuppance so fast?!

bah bah bah!

Zhao Yongjin isn't too bad; his father is.

Zhao Da'e looked around but didn't see anyone else. So he put down the bucket and ran home, shouting as he ran, "Something terrible has happened! Someone has fallen into the well!"

In the backyard of the Zhao family's old house, there was a group of people working on setting up trees and another group watching the commotion. As soon as they heard Zhao Da'e shout, several of them rushed out and ran to the well.

The well water was only two meters below the ground, but those two meters were quite deadly.

Not only can Zhao Yongjin not swim, but he's also nearsighted, probably at least 800 degrees. He used to wear glasses, but they'd long since been lost, and he was floundering around in the well.

When Zhao Tiezong arrived, he saw that it was his son and jumped down with a thud.

result……

The result is that what should have been a matter of saving one person now requires saving two more.

Zhao Tiezong can't swim either.

Zhao Tingxu also came out and, seeing the mess, cursed, "Zhao Tiezong, are you fucking crazy? What were you doing down there if you can't swim?"

"Find a rope, a rope. A wooden stick will do too."

The crowd hurriedly grabbed a wooden stick from the side, which saved the two people below from drowning.

However, Zhao Yongjin had already stopped reacting and let Zhao Tiezong carry him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Tingxu didn't care about anything else and said, "If they can't handle it, they need to perk up."

Then Zhao Tingxu jumped in as well. Zhao Tingxu could swim, but it was incredibly cold, and the well water was freezing.

After Zhao Tingxu went down, he had someone use a rope to pull Zhao Tiezong up.

Then he supported Zhao Yongjin from below, tied a rope around him, and pulled Zhao Yongjin up as well. Finally, Zhao Tingxu came up.

After several people came up, Zhao Yongjin was already in a semi-conscious state. They called out to him a few times, and he responded. Then they pressed his stomach against Zhao Yongjin's stomach, causing him to choke on some water, and Zhao Yongjin finally recovered.

However, in the meantime, almost ten minutes had passed. The temperature was around -20°C, and the water froze instantly. People's lips turned purple from the cold.

"Go inside the whole house, go inside the whole house!" the crowd shouted, and carried Zhao Yongjin inside.

Zhao Da'e was about to go back when Zhao Tiezong stopped him, demanding, "My son came out to fetch water and fell into the well! Did you push him?"

Zhao Da'e was stunned. She looked up at Zhao Tiezong, who was soaking wet, and immediately flew into a rage: "Are you fucking crazy? I was just trying to be nice and saw your son fall into the water. I helped call for help, otherwise he would have drowned. And you're asking if I pushed him?!"

Zhao Da'e got angrier and angrier, and his voice immediately rose: "I'll push your mother, I'll push you! If you're having a seizure, go to the hospital and get it checked out, don't go looking for trouble. Just because you're old and about to die, what are you doing here causing trouble!"

As soon as Zhao Da'e made that loud noise, people came over immediately.

Zhao Tiezong's face was very ugly. He pointed at Zhao Dage and said to the people next to him, "Why didn't the others see it? If you didn't push my son, why did you go and call for help?"

Zhao Da'e: ? ? ?

Where did this idiot come from?!

He's really not in good spirits!!!

Lao Tzu once said: What do you do when you encounter an idiot? Pass the idiocy to another idiot...

"Grandpa, your granddaughter has been framed, what should we do?" Zhao Da'e asked Zhao Tingxu loudly.

Zhao Tingxu was right next to him.

Upon hearing Zhao Da'e's words, Zhao Tingxu immediately flew into a rage. Without thinking twice, he went up and slapped Zhao Tiezong hard across the face, yelling, "You've gone too far!"

Zhao Tingxu's motto in life: You've gone too far!

Action motto: I do things my own way!

Intelligence level: Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not!

Work style: I'm the boss...

Zhao Tingxu's slap left Zhao Tiezong completely bewildered: ? ? ?

Everyone remained calm, after all, Zhao Tingxu had lived like this for the past fifty or sixty years. Beating his sons at the slightest disagreement was a common occurrence. Of his three sons—Zhao Tiesheng, Zhao Tiegang, and Zhao Tiebao—which one hadn't been slapped across the face by their father?

Although Zhao Tiezong was a nephew, not Zhao Tingxu's biological son, he was still a nephew.

Once the fight started, Zhao Tiezong didn't dare to resist.

After all, regardless of anything else, even Zhao Da'e sometimes admired the old man's aura.

Zhao Tiezong was stunned for a moment, then his voice changed. He stopped shouting and was no longer angry. Instead, he said in a low voice, "Seventh Uncle, don't be angry. I was just asking..."

There was a snap.

Zhao Tingxu slapped her again: "What my granddaughter does is none of your business to ask!"

Zhao Da'e was somewhat gloating: Look, look, look! Look at these two, perfect match. It's true what they say, one thing subdues another! Even Zhao Da'e herself wasn't sure how to explain this. She didn't need to explain to Zhao Tiezong; after all, she hadn't pushed him, so why should she explain?

But Zhao Tiezong is of a higher generation than her, so Zhao Da'e can't just curse her out, right?

Therefore, it would be best for Zhao Da'e to let Zhao Tingxu handle this matter.

Although Zhao Da'e has a very bad relationship with his family, family scandals should not be aired in public...

Every family has its share of troubles and problems.

Zhao Tingxu was most afraid of people saying that his family was not doing well. Although he didn't like his granddaughter Zhao Da'e, he didn't dislike her either.

Zhao Tingxu's worldview is simple: he wants a grandson...

At worst, Zhao Tiesheng can have another child. Having three would only result in a fine, after all, Zhao Da'e's daughter is already born; the die is cast, and there's nothing that can be done. Whether you accept it or not, you have to accept it.

We can't let our lives end up with our wives and children falling apart.

Therefore, when someone spoke ill of Zhao Tingxu's granddaughter, Zhao Tingxu's first reaction was not to explain. Explanation was not an option for him.

Zhao Tingxu joined the stretcher team when he was a teenager. During the war, he carried a group of wounded soldiers out of piles of dead bodies.

Of course, Zhao Tingxu didn't serve in the military. He was only in the logistics team. So there was no such thing as being discharged.

Moreover, Zhao Tingxu's time carrying the stretcher was relatively short, only a few months, before he returned home to continue farming after the war. However, Zhao Tingxu was, after all, a man who had seen great things, and his demeanor was unmatched by most people.

Putting everything else aside, he's just tough.

After the second slap, blood was flowing from the corner of Zhao Tiezong's mouth, but in the end, Zhao Tiezong dared not say too much and kept his head down, not daring to speak.

Zhao Da'e gave Zhao Tiezong a cold look before saying, "My older brother slipped and fell in by himself. If I hadn't gone back to call for help, he would have drowned long ago. This damn well is all Bingbing's fault, and nobody's fixed it. Something was bound to happen sooner or later."