Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

The journey was smooth, and the car soon entered the village. After a few turns, we arrived at Zhao Da'e's house.

Since there was no courtyard wall, Xiangzi drove the rickshaw directly in, and there wasn't a single person in the courtyard.

After unloading the goods, Zhao Da'e expressed his gratitude, and Xiangzi drove away.

After a while, Zhao Da'e noticed that his grandfather, Zhao Tingxu, had come out: "Second daughter-in-law, I originally wanted your mother and me to move to the storage room these past few days so you could have your postpartum confinement in the main room. But unfortunately, your mother went to your younger sister's house and accidentally twisted her leg going down the stairs. She can't move anymore, so I let her rest in the main room for a few days."

Cheng Jinxiang seemed to have anticipated this outcome. How could they possibly give her the main room? Not even for a day.

So Cheng Jinxiang quietly carried Xiao Juanzi in one arm and the other hand with her things, preparing to return to the warehouse.

Zhao Da'e frowned: "Grandpa, didn't you agree to this? Besides, it's my third aunt who's moving out, not you."

Zhao Tingxu said, "Your third aunt has a backache and can't get out of bed."

Zhao Da'e was taken aback: "Is your back really hurting, or are you faking it?"

From the house to the west, Zhang Cuilan's pig-like screams suddenly rang out: "Who's faking it? Who are you saying is faking illness? Why would I fake illness if I have nothing to do? Is it illegal for me to have back pain and be unable to move? Whoever wants to move out can move out. I'm not in good health."

Then came the sound of a child crying; it must have been Zhang Cuilan hitting the child.

Zhang Cuilan and Zhao Tiegang have a four-year-old son named Zhao Zongbo.

Zhao Da'e knew immediately that his younger brother had once again been implicated innocently.

"Heh. You guys are really something." Zhao Da'e said this and then said nothing more.

Then I packed my luggage and belongings and put them in the storage room.

Let's settle Mother down first.

After tidying everything up, Zhao Da'e saw Zhao Tiesheng slowly returning.

Zhao Da'e blocked his father, Zhao Tiesheng, at the door: "Don't come in. My mother lives in this room by herself. You can go wherever you want. This room is so small that it's already too cramped for two people. Dad, aren't you easygoing? Then you can go and squeeze in with my grandparents. Anyway, there's a sofa in my grandma's room, so you don't have to sleep on the floor."

Zhao Tiesheng: "I want to see the child."

"No, please. My mom also has back and leg pain. She won't see anyone." Then Zhao Da'e closed the door.

Zhao Tiesheng knocked lightly on the door a few times, but no one responded, so he left dejectedly.

Zhao Da'e took out an electric kettle from the large snakeskin bag.

Then I took out the thermos, plugged in the electric kettle, and boiled a pot of water.

Then he made up the bed for his mother and plugged in the electric blanket.

"Mom, wait a moment. I'll go get some firewood and heat the kang (heated brick bed) up."

Cheng Jinxiang sighed and nodded.

Then Zhao Da'e went out to look for firewood, but after searching around, he found nothing.

"Damn, the whole family is lazy and good-for-nothing. Apart from me preparing firewood for them every day, they don't lift a finger."

Fortunately, there was some wood in the backyard. Zhao Da'e carried the wood back to the front yard, picked up an axe, and started chopping wood.

A moment later, Zhao Tiegang, the third son of the Zhao family, came out: "Big Goose, this wood is for burning incense during the New Year. Why are you using it now? What are we going to do during the New Year if you use it now?"

"Third Uncle, don't worry about it. With our family's situation, how are we even going to get through the New Year?" Zhao Da'e said, pouting.

“Your wife does nothing, my grandma does nothing. My mom is in confinement, you drink three times a day, my grandpa goes out to play cards every day. My dad digs up corn stubble every day. I just got home, if I don’t burn wood, what am I supposed to burn?”