成珍珠看出王老爷子激动之下的纠结，问道，“老爷子，你是不是有什么话同我说？”

珍珠同志真是观察细腻，有颗七窍玲珑心啊......话到嘴边，王雄天心中为难，不知道从哪里说起好，最后干脆开始报自己的家底了。

他还是有些家底的。虽然儿子的工资都被前儿媳花得差不多了，但是儿子结婚前寄回来的钱，他一直好好存着的，一分没动。

Weimin joined the army early and married late, so his savings totaled nearly 2,000 yuan. Seeing Sun Xiaowan's lavish spending, he didn't return the money to Weimin at the time, intending to save it for his grandson.

Besides Weimin's money, he also had his own money. He used to have a formal job, but later retired due to age. After decades of frugality, he had 3,000 yuan. In addition, there was Weimin's pension, 4,000 yuan...

Wang Xiongtian was heartbroken. He didn't need the money at all. He just wanted his family back! He really didn't know what mission it was that cost so many lives.

And Sun Xiaowan, she actually had the nerve to ask for this pension! Fortunately, the regiment commander, the political commissar, and the commissar were all reasonable. But he was really angry! Every day, his heart ached with anger and he couldn't sleep at all.

After reporting his family's assets, Wang Xiongtian coughed twice and continued, "Comrade Zhenzhu, you also know that my Xiaonian is a poor child..."

Wang Xiongtian spoke in long paragraphs, each word revealing the deep affection of an old man for his grandson. Cheng Zhenzhu didn't interrupt, and the others remained silent as well.

Zhao Dali and Sun Xiaode felt particularly bad after hearing this. They even began to speculate, "If only Brother Weimin hadn't died, things would have been better. If Brother Weimin hadn't died, then the old man would have a son, Xiaonian would have a father, and maybe even a mother..."

"Comrade Pearl, I know I'm being difficult. But I really have no other choice. I can't watch my grandson starve to death. If you are willing to help me feed the child until he is three years old, I can give you half of this money or even more.

"Then leave some for future expenses during the New Year. I'm old and can't make money anymore, so I have to leave some for my children, ahem..." Wang Xiongtian said, looking at Cheng Zhenzhu nervously, his cloudy eyes full of worry for his grandson.

He was only three years old, so he felt embarrassed to ask for more. Comrade Zhenzhu still had six children to raise, which was not easy. He heard that her husband had passed away, and he hoped that the money he gave would make Comrade Zhenzhu think carefully.

As long as they waited until the baby was three, they wouldn't have to worry about the baby's milk supply. Even if the baby wanted to eat fish and meat every day, he would buy them for him. He just didn't know if he would live to see that age, and he was afraid that by then he would be causing trouble for Dali and the others...

"Grandpa, I will let this child call me mother." Cheng Zhenzhu said this when she saw the expression of longing and expectation on Wang Xiongtian's weather-beaten face.

Wang Xiongtian's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard this. "Comrade Zhenzhu, are you saying you've agreed to this old man's request?"

Sun Xiaode and Zhao Dali were also very surprised. They were really afraid that Sister Zhenzhu would refuse. Asking Sister Zhenzhu to help take care of the child was the result of a discussion between the old man and them.

Not only because Sister Zhenzhu could make a pot of rice oil, but also because Sister Zhenzhu knew how to raise children and truly loved them. This was the consensus they reached every time they met. They could rest assured leaving the child with Sister Zhenzhu.

The only thing they felt was that they had to let Sister Zhenzhu take care of seven children. Later, the old man offered to give them half the money, and they hoped to use that as a condition. Xiaonian was a tenacious child, but he was born prematurely, and without food, he was worried he wouldn't be able to endure...

Cheng Zhenzhu nodded, and then dropped a bombshell on the people present, "Grandpa. What I mean is, I will raise this child well, not until he is three years old, but until he is able to stand on his own feet."

The child is capable of being independent, so it doesn't matter whether she raises him or not.

Facing Wang Xiongtian's astonished gaze, Cheng Zhenzhu continued, "No wonder someone told me that I was destined to lose my husband and have seven children. I didn't believe it before, but now I do.

This child and I are destined to be together. If possible, I want to take him home and raise him well. Old man, if you want to come visit, you can come anytime, but don’t tell the child about his sad life story...”

She vaguely remembered that the young boy had felt inferior for a long time because of his background, especially when he saw his biological mother doting on her stepson.

So under the boy's unruly appearance, there is always a heart that has been abandoned and hurt, and sometimes some people will act crazy.

What does it mean to be destined to have seven children after losing your husband? Wang Xiongtian was puzzled. He suddenly remembered that when they first met, there were only three entries. The child had said that his father was gone. Later, when he saw the extra entry, he thought that Comrade Zhenzhu had remarried.

Could it be that this Sixth is not Comrade Zhenzhu's child? And neither are Seventh or Eighth?

Sun Xiaode and Zhao Dali looked at each other, as if they vaguely understood something. If so, then it means

Mrs. Cheng is more trustworthy than they thought.

After all, with six children in front of her, all of them were fed and clothed in the same way, there wasn't a hint of favoritism. Cheng's wife essentially raised the other children as if they were her own, and the six children were as close as brothers. It would be hard for anyone to doubt that they weren't from the same family...

Not to mention the huge waves that Cheng Zhenzhu's words caused in the adults' hearts, the little ones were staring with wide eyes.

What? Let them call their mother, they will have another brother?

The little ones stopped playing and frolicking, and gathered around the baby to stare at him. With those skinny arms and legs, they could easily poke him over with just a finger. How could they protect and love their mother in the future?

You can tell at first glance that he is an unqualified younger brother!

Ba Tiao scratched his chin and shook his head vigorously, whimpering. He thought about how hard he had worked to get his brother to agree to call him "mother"! Now he seemed to have a chance to be a big brother, but this little duckling couldn't talk or run, so he couldn't exercise his rights as a big brother...

"Ahhh~" The little baby heard the eight howling sounds and started to respond with "ahhhh".

The eight "lolulu" made faces, and the little baby continued to "ah ah ah".

Yajo was also about to exclaim, hugging his arms and groaning. This didn't make sense, it just didn't make sense at all!

The other five looked at what Eight was doing, and each of them said "childish", and blew the angry Eight aside.