It was still hot in mid-to-late August. Farmers like to get up early in the morning, go to their own fields to take a walk, and go to the river to see what they can get back. Some people have begun to imitate their way of fishing. But they didn’t expect that when they went out this time, they were still holding a child when they came back.

It was an extremely thin baby girl, a very small ball, with many ants crawling on her body, and her crying was getting weaker and weaker.

This was picked up by the brothers by the river. Many people saw it at that time, but no one cared about it, because there were many girls thrown away in this era, and no one had any extra food to raise children for other people's homes, but the brothers brought it back. Zhuo Lin felt that this was the minimum conscience of being a human being, because they could not stand a living life passing away in front of them.

They had no way of knowing where the baby girl came from, because they only had a torn dress and didn't even have a bedding, which was enough to show how cruel the other party had made to throw away the child.

But being able to find them by the river without choosing to throw them directly into the river is probably the one who throws them away from the child, and the final conscience.

Maybe it is the people in the surrounding villages, or people across the river. Otherwise, the incident of throwing away children will be passed down by word of mouth and learned by people in the surrounding villages. Therefore, the identity of the baby girl is probably a matter of time.

Of course, there are also people who try every means to come and throw their children from other places. In short, no matter what their children are picked up by the Zhuo family, the Zhuo family will face the next problem.

Chen had a little regret that she had not been able to get pregnant this time, but in just a few months, two baby girls passed by her. The child was obviously just a few days old. She looked so young, unlike the previous one who was eight or nine months old. At least she could live, so she really couldn't say that she could do this.

Should I raise it or not? The uncle is in trouble.

My mother definitely won’t raise her because she thinks she has enough children.

But the aunt always wanted a small cotton-padded jacket, and now she has two chances in front of her. I missed the first time, what about the second time?

The brothers think that the child was brought back by them, so should they stay? If such a young child is sent to a welfare home and the person will accept it, whether he can be saved will be a big problem.

The eldest uncle couldn't make up his mind, so he asked his brother to run to the post office in the village, and sent the decision to the eldest uncle.

Since the child is picked up, he must raise him first. Regardless of whether she will stay in the future or not, she must ensure that she can survive at present.

There is no milk powder or milk at home, so my aunt boils rice oil for the child. The rice is soft and glutinous, and scrapes out a layer of sticky oil on it. This is better than feeding it directly. Newborn children cannot drink noodle soup. Although it is a little troublesome, it is the only thing they can do at the moment. After all, even if they beat them to death, they can't buy milk powder. If they can afford it, do they still need to hesitate to raise it or not?
Chapter completed!