Transmigrated as the Original Wife in the 1950s [MTL]

77-78

"Why didn't you buy something when you came back from the village? Buy it directly in the village, which is more cost-effective than the black market." Zhao Mingli pointed to the chicken circled up in the corner of the yard and said, "See? This chicken is fat. I brought it back."

"If there are only people from the factory in the car, I will definitely buy it. But there are also newspaper reporters who are in the same car with us, and we also take photos of us. We are afraid that the impact will not be good at that time, so we won't buy it.

Originally, the manufacturer had handed in a full score in the countryside this time, and everyone didn't want to be deducted two points for this small matter.

"Yo! What's the matter? Can you still publish the newspaper?"

Yao Xuewei's tone was modest and explained with a bad expression, "It's nothing, just..."

After listening to the whole process, Zhao Mingli was speechless.

"Okay, go and pack up. When you are ready, you can sleep. I'll call you when dinner is ready. I'll boil hot water in the pot, kill the chicken later, and we'll stew the chicken tonight. We have worked hard for a month, and we have to make up for it.

Yao Xuewei went back to the room with her big bag of luggage, packed up all the parts and pieces, and began to sleep. When she smelled the smell of chicken soup, she slowly went downstairs to prepare for dinner.

In the kitchen, Zhao Qingshan is the cooker. Zhao Mingli cut vegetables and beat it down. Yao Duoduo helped to burn the fire. At the dinner table, Zhao Yu and Zhao Le were writing big words, and there was another child sitting aside with his head and looking.

Seeing Yao Xuewei going downstairs, several children enthusiastically called her 'mother'. After Yao Xuewei answered, she quietly walked to Zhao Mingli and asked in a low voice, "Whose family is that black child?" Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Isn't it in our house?" Zhao Mingli said uncertainly.

Yao Xuewei was speechless: "What nonsense you talking about!"

"This child's name is Yao Li."

As soon as Zhao Mingli finished speaking, Yao Xuewei's head immediately became big and shocked, "Shoun't he be in Yaojia Village?" Why did you run here?"

"Your parents and others, at the beginning of this year, no one left. The child was left unattended. He had hundreds of meals in the village for two months, and then found us here." Zhao Mingli also comforted, "People die like lights out. Your enmity with your parents... Forget it, don't be too sad."

Yao Xuewei was not sad at all, but the relationship between her children and her parents was always complicated. At this time, she looked ruthless and said, "The point is not my dead parents, but this child." Why did you stay in our house for no reason?

Yao Duoduo said guiltyly, "When Yao Li came. Neither you nor Dad are at home. He had nowhere else to go, so I brought him back.

With that, Yao Duoduo also felt reasonable and analyzed, "We are the only relatives in Huishui and Aunt Lihua, but Aunt Lihua has remarried with his sister, and he definitely won't care about him... You can't let him go to beg for food on the street."

Zhao Mingli: "Duoduo is right."

So a little child, not to mention that Yao Duoduo can't bear it, Yao Xuewei can't drive people away with that ruthless hand, but she is a little reluctant to raise this child.

"I don't know what they think. I can't feed myself, so I have to raise a small one..."

Yao Xuewei has also paid attention to the matter of Yaojia Village before. Yao's father and others borrowed money from the village to build a hut. Although they have been good for decades, their resilience is still beyond Yao Xuewei's expectation. The transplanting seedlings and farming made them half tired, but the people quickly recovered...