Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone into the house, casting a beam of light on Zhang Xiuhua's face. She opened her eyes, covered her eyes with her hands, and heard the sound of birds singing outside.

The countryside has the smell of nature and the sounds of nature. This feeling of tranquility makes people relax.

After Zhang Xiuhua changed her clothes and walked out the door, she heard the cry of a baby outside. She frowned slightly, wondering if someone's cat was about to give birth.

She was just in a daze when she heard Zhuzhu running in from outside, her little face panicking, "Mom, it's terrible, there's a baby at the door!"

Zhang Xiuhua was stunned, thinking she had heard wrongly, "Little baby? How is this possible!"

Zhu Zhu stamped her feet, "Really! I didn't see it wrongly. I don't dare to hug you! Look quickly."

She pulled Zhang Xiuhua's sleeve and walked out. Outside the courtyard gate, there was a baby wrapped in a blanket. The baby looked like it had just been born. Its skin was full of blood vessels and looked very fragile.

"This..." Zhang Xiuhua picked up the baby and didn't find any note. Instead, Zhuzhu pointed at the paper on the ground and said, "Mom, there is a piece of paper here."

She opened the paper and saw a line of words on it asking her to take in the baby.

Zhuzhu tilted her head and asked, "Mom, whose baby is this? Is it Zhang Siya's?"

There are no secrets in the village. Zhang Si Ya caused such a big drama that everyone in the village knew about it. Zhu Zhu was no exception.

Zhang Xiuhua looked at the crooked handwriting and heard the tone of voice, thinking it should be Zhang Si Ya.

She was wondering what to do, and the baby started crying, probably because he was hungry. His cry was very soft, as if he had suffered endless grievances.

Zhang Xiuhua had a headache. There was milk powder in her space, but that milk powder was not for babies. Would it upset the baby's stomach if she took it out to eat? When she was getting anxious, Aunt Wang came out of the house. She was going to feed the chickens and saw Zhang Xiuhua holding a baby. She was a little puzzled, "Where did the child come from?"

Zhang Xiuhua asked Zhuzhu to show her the letter.

Aunt Wang took it and looked at it, her eyes suddenly widened, "This girl actually left the child at your door. She wants you to raise it! She...she doesn't even want her own child?"

Zhang Xiuhua smiled bitterly, "I was just sitting at home when disaster struck! This child has nothing to do with me."

Aunt Wang was stunned. "She must have heard that you cured Ergou's leg, so she thought you were a kind person, so she put the child at your door and wanted you to adopt it. She was a little thoughtful, but this was too unkind. She left the child to you without even saying a word."

Zhang Xiuhua didn't want to take care of children, as her family didn't lack children. She had raised these six debt collectors with great difficulty. After her rebirth, why didn't she plan to have children? Because in her previous life, she was pushed by fate and got married and had children without knowing how painful it was to give birth, nor how hard it was to raise a child.

After being reborn, she still bothered to raise someone else's child. Isn't this mentally ill? Besides, one of the child's parents is stupid and the other is selfish. Who knows if there is anything wrong with their genes?

She refused to take it! But the child kept crying. It was no use letting him starve.

She asked Aunt Wang, "Whose daughter-in-law gave birth? The child might be hungry."

Aunt Wang shook her head, "There are no wives in our village who can give birth to children." She made a suggestion, "How about feeding them some rice porridge?!"

Poor people are not so particular. When she gave birth to Xinghua, she did not have enough milk, so she fed her with rice porridge.

Zhang Xiuhua was a little worried. She thought for a moment and went back to the house to get the milk powder. "This milk powder is not for babies. But it's finer than rice paste. Let's see if he eats it first."

She asked Aunt Wang to help hold the baby and went back to the house to prepare milk powder.

This milk powder has three stages, for children aged one to three years old. But there is no stage one milk powder in her space, so she has to make do with it, she can't go hungry all the time.

She found the bottle that Zhuzhu had used before, scalded it with boiling water again, then mixed the milk powder, made sure the temperature was right, and then put it into the baby's mouth.

The child sucked milk with big gulps and became much quieter.

Aunt Wang asked Zhang Xiuhua, "What are you going to do?"

"Call the police. I don't want to raise a child for someone else." Zhang Xiuhua didn't want to raise this child. If it was an orphan, she might have adopted him, but this child's biological parents were both alive. If she raised him, and he grew up and came to her house, it would be like raising him for nothing! No matter how kind she was, she couldn't make wedding clothes for others.

Aunt Wang nodded. "You're right not to raise the child. The child's father is serving a life sentence. When he's released, the child will be grown up and will definitely cling to him. You're raising someone else's child. It's not worth it."

It doesn't matter whether it's cost-effective or not, Zhang Xiuhua doesn't want to argue with that family. And the Zhang family is not a good family.

After the child finished feeding, Zhang Xiuhua asked Ji Lin to get up and take her to the police station on his bicycle.

Jilin rubbed his eyes, his stomach growling with hunger, and he was still a little sleepy. When he saw the baby, his mind went blank.

Seeing that he was confused, Zhang Xiuhua explained the whole story.

Ji Lin had an empty mind and just rode away on his bike.

When they arrived at the police station, Zhang Xiuhua recounted the whole story and handed over the note.

Given her age and the fact that she didn't look like she had just given birth, the police at the police station registered her and told her to go back and wait for news.

Zhang Xiuhua put the child on the table and said, "You guys can handle this child. I don't care! It's not mine."

The police did not force her and let her go.

Zhang Xiuhua and Jilin left the police station.

A few days later, Zhang Xiuhua went to the police station to learn about the child's situation. She learned from the police that the child's grandparents did not want the child, and they were too old to raise the child. The police sent the child to an orphanage.

The child is healthy and still a memoryless baby. It won't be long before someone comes to adopt him.

"If the child's mother comes to see you, you can ask her to go to the police station to find out what happened." The police officer probably knew what she was worried about and answered in detail.

Zhang Xiuhua breathed a sigh of relief. This policeman's service attitude was quite good.

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In August, Ergou finally received the script sent by the director. He liked it as a sad drama, which would surely have a big market in mainland China.

There are too few TV dramas in China now, and most of them are anti-Japanese war films. If he makes another anti-Japanese war film, he may not be able to stand out. The best way is to make a rural tragedy drama.

Firstly, the production cost is low, and secondly, it is close to people's lives and down-to-earth.

After he decided on the script, he went to find the director, said goodbye to Zhang Xiuhua, and left with his luggage.

Before leaving, he reminded Zhuzhu to study hard and said, "There is a role in it that is very suitable for you. I will come to pick you up when the time comes."

Zhuzhu jumped up excitedly, "Okay!"

After Ergou left, Zhang Xiuhua had to stay in the orchard all day to pick red Gala fruits. Some of the fruits were sent to various supply and marketing cooperatives, and some were transported to the capital by train by Li Jianguo.

If shipped to the capital, the price can be twice as high.

Zhang Xiuhua has a question that she has never understood: why the capital does not strictly control small vendors, but they still do not relax their control here.

The patrol team checks all day and night. There used to be private shops, but now there are no shops, not even the vendors who secretly set up stalls. It seems like we have returned to the 1970s in the blink of an eye.

She couldn't figure it out so she stopped thinking about it. Li Jianguo came back that afternoon.

In the past, he always carried his own luggage bag when he came back, but today, he actually rode in a ox cart that was full of goods.

Zhang Xiuhua thought he had brought back some good stuff, but when he took them down one by one, she was dumbfounded.