Wang Ying was really obedient. He wrote a few short words in a crooked way, and even deliberately wrote two wrong words. Poor people would definitely not be able to go to school. It would be very good if he could write two words.

When Shi Pengfei's child was full and sleeping soundly, Wang Yingcai carefully put his son in the basket and reluctantly handed the basket to Shi Dayong, "Dayong, what should I do if my child is hungry?"

"Don't worry, there will be a way to reach the mountain."

The first priority for a baby is to sleep after it is full. Shi Dayong held his son firmly in his hands and put him in the car. He slept so sweetly that he did not wake up until he arrived at work.

Shi Dayong turned off the engine and mulled over his emotions in the car for a while. Then he got out of the car with his child and walked towards Li Zhenhan's office with an expression of surprise and mystery on his face.

The door was open, and Li Zhenhan was drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Suddenly, his eyesight dimmed, and he looked up, and Shi Dayong ran in like a storm.

"Director Li! Director Li! Look what I picked up!" Shi Dayong put the basket in front of Li Zhenhan's desk with a look of surprise.

"What is it? Does it make you so happy?" Li Zhenhan put down the newspaper in his hand, moved the tea cup to the side, pulled the basket in front of his face, opened it, and frightened him so much that he stood up suddenly.

He stared at Shi Dayong and asked, "A child! Where did you pick it up?"

"On my way back, there was a big market in Licheng. I went to the market and saw so many people surrounding a stall. I thought they were selling something good. When I squeezed in, I saw that it was a child.

"Shi Dayong said and took out the note from the swaddling clothes, "Look, there is another note inside, saying that I can't afford it anymore and I don't want it anymore. So many people were watching at that time. I think the child is pitiful.

I just brought it back and let’s see who wants to adopt it and give it to whom.”

"Let me take a look." Li Zhenhan took the note from Shi Dayong. The simple words were clear at a glance. He said with emotion: "These parents are really irresponsible. Why don't you have children if you can't afford them? Since you have children,

Once you get down, you have to take responsibility for your children."

"That's right, how pitiful the child is." Shi Dayong agreed.

"Hey, is this a boy or a girl?"

"I heard it's a boy, but I haven't seen it yet." After Shi Dayong finished speaking, he went to untie Shi Pengfei's quilt straps, "Hey, it's still a boy? What a good child, how can parents be willing to let it go?

"

A gust of cold wind suddenly entered the warm quilt, causing Shi Pengfei's legs to curl up. He twisted his little body uneasily and frowned.

Shi Dayong was so distressed that he wished he could quickly wrap up the child and hold him in his arms to coax him. He resisted the impulse and continued to turn his son's body, pretending to check the child, "There's nothing else, just this one."

Note."

"It's not like this child has any disability, otherwise why would he be willing to throw away a good child?" Li Zhenhan said, looking at the child's little face.

"Hey, let's not talk about it, it's really possible." Shi Dayong hurriedly wrapped up the child, "How about we go to the clinic and let Dr. Yang take a look at it?"

"Yes, let's go to the clinic." Li Zhenhan picked up the basket and walked to the clinic. Looking at the bold way he carried the basket, it looked like he was carrying a child, and it looked like he was dragging a big knife. Shi Dayong kept staring at it.

Holding Li Zhenhan's hand, his heart was in his throat, lest he accidentally drop the basket to the ground.

Child Shi Pengfei finally burst into tears. It was so painful that Shi Dayong's heart clenched in discomfort.

"This guy has quite a loud voice. It seems his voice is fine." Li Zhenhan turned around and joked with Shi Dayong.

Shi Dayong hurriedly concealed the worry on his face, "It's hard to say. We won't know until Doctor Yang checks it out."

"Doctor Yang, you're busy." Yang Wenhui was busy dispensing medicine for two people.

"Director Li." Yang Wenhui raised her head, "Hey, Master Shi is here too." Then she looked around, a little confused, "Why did I hear the child cry?"

The two dispensers also said, "I heard it too."

"Haha, what you heard is correct." Li Zhenhan lifted the basket and showed it to everyone, "The child is here. Dayong picked it up at the Licheng Fair. I don't want Doctor Yang to help check. This child is

He was not thrown away because he was sick."

"Really!" The two medicine collectors hurriedly went to pick up the basket. They were both family members of the family home. They circled the pot every day. Suddenly something new happened, and they were all active.

"Boy or girl?" one of them asked.

"Boy, I just saw it." Li Zhenhan said.

"Hey, the boy is willing to throw it away, but he has to let Dr. Yang take a good look at it."

The basket was transferred from one person's hand to another. It was not his own child, and no one felt sorry for him. Shi Pengfei cried harder, opening his mouth wide and howling desperately. After a while, his voice became hoarse.

Shi Dayong gritted his teeth, and then he controlled himself from going forward to snatch the child. He kept muttering in his heart: Grandma, don't you know how to be gentle?

"Come, let me take a look." Yang Wenhui finished preparing the medicine and handed it to the two of them. She held Xiaoshi, who was crying incessantly, in her arms and coaxed her.

Finally, the savior came. Shi Dayong glanced at Yang Wenhui gratefully and hurriedly put on a nonchalant expression.

The two family members took the medicine and were not in a hurry to leave. They stayed aside and watched the excitement.

Yang Wenhui unwrapped the quilt and saw that Shi Pengfei's diaper had already been wet. She took out the diaper and threw it aside, "Oh, no wonder she cried so hard. Look at the wet pants and the dry ones.

?"

How could I have forgotten myself? Shi Dayong complained in his heart that he was careless, "I didn't see any clothes, these are the only things inside."

"What should I do?" Yang Wenhui turned around and couldn't find anything suitable, so she had to fold a pile of toilet paper and put it on the child.

Yang Wenhui briefly examined the child and said: "From the appearance, there is no big problem with the child, the heartbeat is very strong, and there is no problem with hearing. As for other things, we can't tell for the time being."

"Oh." Li Zhenhan looked at Shi Dayong, "It seems that he really didn't want the child because he was poor."

Shi Dayong nodded, "I think so."

"What are you going to do with this child?" Li Zhenhan said.

"Director, are you asking me? I don't know what to do." Shi Dayong spread his hands, "Why don't you write a notice and hang it outside to ask who is willing to adopt him?"

"Who is willing to raise a child for others these days?" A family member said: "It's still a boy. If it's a girl, I'd also consider it. It won't cost a lot of money and I'll be able to have many relatives when I raise him and start a family."

Come on, this boy has been brought up through all the hard work. He still has to marry him a wife, prepare a house, and take care of his children. I won’t raise a bad daughter-in-law to show our shame."

"That's right, I don't support him either. I don't want to be taken advantage of." Another family member also said.

Li Zhenhan also felt that what these two people said made sense. He looked at Shi Dayong and said, "Dayong, tell me, you will get a headache."

"I didn't think so much at the time." Shi Dayong rubbed his face, "Director Li, I have picked it up now, but I can't throw it out again."

"Hey, I'm talking about Master Shi." One of the family members suggested: "Don't you happen to have no son? Your family also lost a child. This god has sent another child back. This is fate. You can keep the child and raise it.

.”

Shi Dayong said in embarrassment: "How should I take care of a child? My daughter-in-law has returned to her hometown. How can a grown man like me take care of a child?"

Although Shi Dayong said this, he kept muttering in his heart: If you try to persuade me again, I will go down the slope.

"Why don't you just let someone take care of you for a few days, and then ask your Yingzi to come back quickly?" It seemed that someone heard his thoughts, and another family member came up with an idea.

"That's okay," Shi Dayong said in a gentle tone, "I just don't know if Yingzi will blame me when he comes back."

"How can I blame you? She has such a big son without having to suffer. Just watch, it's not too late for her to be happy." Li Zhenhan patted Shi Dayong on the shoulder, "No, you also have a son. Don't be too old in the future.

Say in front of me that you are broke."

"Director Li, can this be the same? This is not my own child."

"Why is it different? He still has feelings after he was raised."

"Then director, if you say this, you can take the child back and raise it!"

Li Zhenhan was startled and retorted: "I already have grandchildren. If you ask me to take him back when he is older, do you think he will be a son or a grandson? Besides, my wife and I are both old, so how can we have the energy to raise children?"

"What about the household registration? I can't afford it. Let's talk about family planning. This is not my flesh and blood. If you punish me, I won't raise it." Shi Dayong is most concerned about his child's household registration, and he is afraid that he will be impatient.

Li Zhenhan saw the clues and said something casually.

Shi Dayong pretended to be so similar that Li Zhenhan never thought that this matter was false. He said: "Don't worry, you are doing a good thing. I will find an opportunity to get your household registration, and I will try not to punish you."

Hearing Li Zhenhan's assurance, Shi Dayong was elated, but he continued to say with a grimace: "Then I have to quickly send a telegram to Yingzi and ask her to come back quickly, otherwise I won't be able to greet her myself."

"Go quickly!" Li Zhenhan waved his hand towards Shi Dayong.

Shi Dayong shook his head, reluctantly put his son back into the basket, and sighed: "I still have to buy him milk powder."

Shi Dayong endured the excitement in his heart, pretended to send a telegram to Wang Ying, and drove out of the unit gate with his son in hand.

Wang Ying had been restless since Shi Dayong took the child away. She was sitting in the room thinking wildly, and suddenly she heard Shi Dayong's proud laughter: "Hahaha, Yingzi, I just say this method will work."

Ah, Dayong is back! Wang Ying took three steps and two steps at a time, stood up and ran out, snatched the bamboo basket from Dayong's hand, "Give me the child quickly."

Shi Nian cried for a long time until he was tired. He just fell asleep. His son's face was full of tears, and he moved every now and then as if he was frightened. Wang Ying, a mother, couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!