CH 4 : Rebirth

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 Jiang Laidi didn't know how long time had passed, she seemed to be a newborn baby, she couldn't speak, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and she could only see some hazy things. In order to survive, she drank the milk of a strange woman without any resistance, until she could vaguely hear the voices from outside, and her eyes gradually saw colors.

 This is an extremely simple and dilapidated house, with white paint on the four stone walls, but it has obviously been a few years old, the white paint has begun to peel off, and there are still some dark stains on it. She is lying on a soil that runs straight from north to south. The kang, this earthen kang occupies half of the room. There are several quilts stacked on the kang. The quilt covers are the big red flower covers that every household had in the 1960s and 1970s. They are festive and gaudy.

 Next to the kang is a solid wooden cabinet, with a brass lock on the outside, and I don’t know what is inside. Except for these, there is only a small table in the room, which is placed near the window. A kerosene lamp was placed, and the outer paint was a little peeled off, but the gourd-shaped glass body was wiped clean, obviously the owner cherished this thing very much.

 Jiang Laidi looked at everything in front of her. She had only seen such a scene in China in the 1960s and 1970s. Where did she come to? She really didn't have the courage to repeat that difficult and turbulent era.

    

"My dear son, what are you thinking, you are frowning like an old man." A familiar female voice interrupted her thoughts, and Jiang Laidi's whole body froze. She will never forget this voice in her life.

 "Nonsense, you good looking boy, you're a mother who can talk nonsense." Miao Sanfeng came in with egg water, and when he heard what his daughter-in-law said, he gave her a dissatisfied look, and turned to look at her pregnant woman. When I was a child in the village, I laughed like a chrysanthemum again.     The appearance of Miao Sanfeng completely shattered her only trace of luck. She came back, back to the year she was born, and suffered in the previous life. Will she have to do it all over again in this life?     "Hey, boy, why is your face so bitter? Are you hungry? Meizi, you should eat this egg water soon, boy, give me a hug from grandma." She was hugged by Miao Sanfeng     , Seeing the mean and tricky old lady in his memory looking at her affectionately and kissing her face several times, he was even more stunned.

 Now eggs can be sold for eight cents, which is not a small sum. There are only a few chickens in every household, but they are all sold. When Gu Dongmei was a few girls before she was alive, let alone egg water, even a bowl of warm chicken You have to boil the water by yourself, and you have to go to the ground after giving birth. The girls are all brought up by the older ones and the younger ones.

 Gu Dongmei looked at the egg water in front of her eyes, her eyes sparkled, and she looked at her son who was hugged by her mother-in-law. Everything was different.

 "Mom, where are you?"

 Gu Dongmei was drinking egg water when she heard a clear female voice from outside, and then the curtain of the room was lifted, and a bright-looking woman with short shoulder-length hair came out. came in.

Jiang Laidi was shocked when she heard this voice. Isn't this my little aunt? In her previous life, she was able to take her niece to go abroad. This aunt also contributed a lot in it. After the eldest sister died, her aunt had a big quarrel with her grandparents. , and took the remaining few sisters to their side, so that they didn't let them follow in the footsteps of the eldest sister and the second sister. It can be said that the little aunt changed their lives.

 Jiang Laidi looked at the young and beautiful aunt in front of her with tears in her eyes.

 "Look at you, your nephew is so loud that it made your nephew cry." Miao Sanfeng pursed his mouth when his daughter came in and glared angrily at his precious grandson.

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