Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

(brain storage)

In 2024, at a bridge construction site in the southwest, this is a national-level project. The site is full of large-scale construction machinery, rumbling loudly.

As an infrastructure maniac, there is nothing we can't do when it comes to project progress, only things you can't imagine.

In a shack, a group of people wearing red hats were busy coming in and out.

The project has just started and everyone is busy with their own part of the work, working at a brisk pace.

At this time, Yi Ping'an also took his safety helmet and carried a toolbox, ready to go out to the site. He is a mechanical engineer, and his main task is to repair and maintain engineering machinery and equipment. As a senior engineer, he can handle these jobs easily.

People in their line of work spend 365 days out of 360 days working in the wilderness, and the remaining 5 days are for the Chinese New Year holiday. But Yi Ping'an is different. He doesn't want to take a single day off.

I am almost forty years old, with no house, no car, no wife, no children, and no relatives. Actually, I can be said to have no relatives, because I still have my parents.

But they divorced when he was a child, and then quickly formed new families. He was left to his grandparents in his hometown by his parents. When he was in college, both his grandparents passed away.

He became an orphan who was not an orphan. Fortunately, the ex-couple still gave him tuition and living expenses. There was nothing to complain about, he just got used to it.

After graduating from graduate school, I passed the junior engineer exam and joined a good state-owned enterprise. My life was good and one person's food could feed the whole family.

He really can't afford a house. He went to university in the capital, and everyone knows about housing prices.

As for my wife, I did have a relationship in college, but unfortunately we went our separate ways after graduation. You're a rookie with no house, no car, and no money. Who would be willing to suffer with you?

Later on, I didn't have a chance to find one because all the people around me were males, and the whole place was like a temple of monks.

As for the car, Yi Pingan thinks it is not necessary to buy one. For their work, do they need a car? We make cars worth tens of millions every day, hehe.

When he arrived at the site, Yi Ping'an started working. Construction safety must be taken seriously and is no joke.

While checking a construction vehicle that had just stopped, I heard a loud "bang" and a huge rock rolled down from the mountain.

Yi Ping'an pushed the driver out directly, and he lost consciousness the next moment. He regretted it the moment before he fell into a coma.

Why is he so pessimistic? He is not a kind-hearted person.

When he regained consciousness, he was being born. Yes, that's right, he was born and reincarnated. But what about the underworld and Meng Po soup? Did they cut corners?

Everything in front of me was blurry and I couldn't see clearly. I listened carefully to the voice next to me and tried to get familiar with this new home as quickly as possible.

"Guihua, it's a son. He's in good spirits. Come and take a look." A middle-aged woman's voice came.

"As long as it's a son, I can finally live up to his father. The Yi family has a successor. Woo woo..." The voice of a weak young woman.

It seems that this should be his mother. Yi Ping'an tried hard to turn his head towards the voice, wanting to see the mother of his life.

"Oh, Guihua, don't cry. You just gave birth and you will hurt your eyes. Your son still has to rely on you. When he grows up, you will have someone to rely on. Don't cry, don't cry." It was the voice of the middle-aged woman again.

"Well, I know. I'm really sorry to trouble Aunt Tang this time. I'm sorry for the trouble. If you have something to say in the future, don't be polite to me," said his mother Guihua.

"What are you talking about? It's just a matter of helping out. It's not a trouble. I asked Xiu'er to make you a bowl of millet porridge. You can drink it. Don't be polite with me. You still have to feed the baby." Aunt Tang said with a smile.

"Thank you, Aunt Tang. When I feel better, I will send you the millet." Guihua said.

She didn't say no. After all, she still had to feed her baby, so she couldn't go without food. But she had to pay back the rice. Life was hard for everyone these days, so she couldn't take advantage of others.

"There's no rush. You should have a good rest first. Taking good care of your body is the important thing. I'll go back first and let Xiu'er help you here. Call me if you have any problems." Aunt Tang said as she got off the kang. Xiu'er is Aunt Tang's daughter. She is 12 years old this year and is a diligent girl.

"Auntie, take care." After saying this, Guihua looked at her son. A gentle smile appeared on her face. This was her son, and she would raise him no matter how difficult it was.

Thinking of this, he stood up, took out a bundle from the kang cabinet, took out a handkerchief from it, opened the handkerchief, and took out a wooden sign. The sign was not big, about the size of a matchbox, and it had two words engraved on it: "Peace".

Guihua hung the wooden plaque around Yi Ping'an's neck and said, "Son, do you see this? This is a peace plaque, carved by your father himself. The two words are 'Ping', which is the name your father gave you.

It's the old peach tree branch in the yard of our hometown. You have to keep it with you, okay? That way you can grow up safely. I don't know if your father is still alive, wuwu..." As he spoke, he began to cry.

Yi Pingan was stunned when he heard his mother's words. His name didn't change, which was good. But how could he not have a father? Where was his father? Was he dead? Oh! Sure enough, he had no relatives. Fortunately, he still had a mother, which was not bad.

But where is this? Judging from his mother's accent, he should be from Henan Province. Don't ask him how he knew. For someone who has been working on construction sites for more than ten years, he has traveled all over the country and met people from all over the country. Although he can't speak the dialect, he has no problem understanding it.

Could this be Henan Province? But that doesn't make sense. Aunt Tang, who just helped him deliver the baby, obviously didn't speak with an accent from Henan Province. Instead, she spoke with an accent from Baofu, Hebei Province. In his previous life, he was also from Hebei Province, but he was from northern Hebei, and his accent was from the Northeast. Sigh! Where on earth is this?

Looking at his mother's clothes, he knew that this family must be very poor. Her clothes were patched up with patches on top of patches. As for him, he only had a cloth bag and no clothes. What scared him even more was that his mother's clothes had a slanting collar, which was obviously not a modern style.

Thinking of this, Yi Pingan wanted to cry. How did he end up like this? It was not easy to get along in ancient times. Not to mention the lack of food and clothing, what was even more difficult was the lack of human rights. His family was obviously at the bottom of the social ladder. He didn't even have a father, so it was a question whether he could survive.

And he has savings, hundreds of thousands of dollars. He hardly spent his salary over the years. He went back to the company dormitory and had no home or job, so he saved all the money. I don't know who benefited from it.

Just as he was thinking, he found a glowing bead in his head. What is this? A white light flashed, and the map in front of him changed.

Of course, in his mother's eyes, it was just her son who fell asleep. A baby, after all, does nothing but eat and sleep. She herself also took the time to get some sleep because she was exhausted.