Holding a Space in the 60s: A Nest of Seven Babies, Five Soldiers

Zhang Siyu was involved in a car accident. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a small fishing village in the 1960s, as Cheng Zhenzhu, a widow single-handedly raising three children.

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Chapter 311 Birthday Cake

Seven and Eight also raised their fists. Last time they were still waiting to see their grandparents, but this time they were cheering for their mother.

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"Zhenbao, go to the train station again to see if your second sister and the others have arrived. They should have arrived the day before yesterday. It's been so long since the things arrived, why haven't they arrived yet? Did something delay them?" Zhao Fangrui muttered to herself while eating breakfast.

"Okay, I'll go in a moment..." Cheng Zhenbao held his daughter and fed her. Seeing that she didn't want to eat anymore, he didn't despise her and finished the meal in two bites.

"I see that the second brother is hesitant in his letter. Is something wrong again?" Cheng Fugui had an inexplicable ominous premonition.

"Making trouble? What else could she possibly do?" Zhao Fangrui put down her bowl and asked hesitantly, "Happy event?"

"Stop, stop, stop, don't talk about happy events. I don't want to hear about this right now." Cheng Fugui stopped his wife. He had been hoping for a happy event, hoping someone would come, but what happened? The people came, two little kids not even as tall as a table leg.

He really doesn't expect his second daughter, who already has six children, to have a happy event...

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!" Zhao Fangrui thought of what her son said at the train station last time, and quickly spat a few times to get rid of the words.

"Okay, I'm done eating. I'll go to the train station. Anyway, if there's anything, we'll know when my second sister comes..." Cheng Zhenbao said.

"I'll go too. I'm going to pick up my second aunt and the others!" Little Tiger raised his hand and quickly finished the rice in the bowl.

"Okay, let's go together." Cheng Zhenbao handed his daughter to his wife, changed his shoes and led Xiaohuzi to the train station. After walking around for a few times, he didn't see anyone.

Guess he hasn't come yet... Cheng Zhenbao muttered to himself as he turned and walked home with his son. When they reached the yard, they found the atmosphere was unusual.