"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Eldest daughter, hurry up and get up to cook! What time is it?!"

"What a lazy woman! You're still not getting up to cook. Do you want me and your father to starve, and the whole family to starve?"

The knocking on the door grew louder and louder, accompanied by the woman's sharp and sarcastic voice.

Lin Chuan was woken up by the noise and struggled to open his eyes.

It was clearly still dark outside. The small windowpane was broken long ago, and since they didn't have the money to replace it, they just covered it with a layer of yellow paper.

Before me were pitch-black walls and ceilings, and the ground beneath me was hard and unyielding.

He was momentarily dazed.

Didn't he die from a sudden brain hemorrhage?

But why does everything here feel both strange and familiar?

"Hey, get up right now! I've really spoiled you. We've been so busy with the autumn harvest, and you're just lying on the kang pretending to be dead. How can you not be lazy to death?"

The piercing sound came again.

The person next to him slowly sat up and reached for his clothes to put on.

Lin Chuan was startled by her actions. He turned his head and saw that the woman in front of him was none other than his wife, whom he had been thinking about day and night for twenty years.

"Spring wheat?" Lin Chuan couldn't quite find his voice.

He shouted as he pinched his thigh.

The pain struck; he wasn't dreaming!

Xu Chunmai's stomach was in waves of pain, her face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Da Chuan, you came back late last night. You worked hard. Get some more sleep. I'll go cook dinner."

Lin Chuan sat up and realized something was wrong.

Xu Chunmai's belly was very big. She picked up her clothes and had just put them on her shoulders when she stopped, seemingly in great pain.

Memories flooded Lin Chuan's mind, bringing an unprecedented clarity to his brain.

He was reborn, reborn back to 1980!

Now is the time when his wife, Xu Chunmai, is about to give birth to their second child!

In his past life, because of the obstruction of his adoptive mother, who is now Wu Chunhua shouting outside, coupled with his own cowardice and hesitation, he did not send Xu Chunmai, who was about to give birth, to the hospital.

Because her baby was breech, with the buttocks coming out first, she couldn't give birth.

In the end, although she gave birth to a daughter, she was born dead due to prolonged asphyxiation.

His wife, Xu Chunmai, also passed away due to severe bleeding, which the village could not save her from.

When Wu Chunhua saw that his youngest daughter had stopped breathing, she was still making sarcastic remarks.

What are you saying? Another money-loser. If he's dead, he's dead. Luckily, we didn't waste money at the hospital.

What's the use of keeping a wife who only gives birth to money-losing babies!

Over the years, he has lived in guilt and remorse.

If it weren't for him, how could his wife, who loved him so much and whose life revolved around him, have died?

And their youngest daughter...

Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the endless blood flowing from beneath his wife, her deathly pale face, and his little daughter, whose face was bluish-purple, whom Wu Chunhua had carelessly tossed into the yellow earth.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan quickly put on his clothes. "Chunmai, does your stomach hurt?"

Xu Chunmai's labor pains have subsided, and she feels much better.

She nodded. "Yes, she might be about to give birth."

Lin Chuan got off the ground. "Come on, I'll take you to the county hospital."

Xu Chunmai asked, puzzled, "Go to the county hospital?"

Women in every household give birth at home; I've never heard of anyone going to the hospital.

"Da Chuan, no need. I was at home when I gave birth to Daya, so it was fine."

Xu Chunmai knew that giving birth in the hospital would cost a lot of money, and she and Lin Chuan had no money at all; all the family's money was in the hands of her in-laws.

She didn't want Lin Chuan to be in a difficult position because of her.

Lin Chuan reached out to help Xu Chunmai put on her clothes, then took her shoes and squatted down to help her put them on. "No, you have to listen to me on this."

Wu Chunhua outside couldn't wait any longer. She called her youngest son, Lin Xinglong, and kicked open the already dilapidated door.

The loud noise startled Daya awake, who was still fast asleep.

She sat up groggily, wanting to cry, but swallowed her tears the moment she saw Wu Chunhua.

Then, her small body trembled as she hid behind Xu Chunmai.

"Oh ho, you're up? I thought you were going to be treated like royalty at home, and that I was waiting for you to cook and bring the food to your bedside?"

Xu Chunmai's contractions struck again, so painful that she couldn't move or speak.

Looking at Wu Chunhua again, Lin Chuan's heart was filled with hatred.

The woman in front of him said she was his adoptive mother and also his aunt.

He was originally the third son of his uncle's family, but because his uncle and aunt had been married for three years without having children, his grandparents decided to give him to his uncle's family.

It was so that he could take care of his uncle and aunt in their old age.

He was already four years old when he was adopted, so he always knew that he was not their biological child.

As luck would have it, six months after he was adopted, Wu Chunhua became pregnant and gave birth to her son Lin Xinglong the following year.

A year later, Wu Chunhua became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter, Lin Caifeng.

From then on, his adoptive parents never looked at him properly.

He was young then and always thought that if he did more and was nicer to his younger siblings, he would get to be treated properly, but that's not the case at all.

No matter how much he does, Wu Chunhua only cares about how much benefit he can bring to the family.

His grandparents always favored his adoptive father, his youngest son, and prevented him from getting close to his biological parents.

If he said even one extra word to his uncle and aunt, he would be scolded as an ungrateful wretch.

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