When Zhan Tiehua returned to Zhanjiazhuang, he clearly felt the deserted atmosphere in the village.

The people who had been patrolling the village entrance were gone, and there were almost no people in sight when we walked into the village.

Because there are not many people in the village now, after catching the people involved in the case, some abducted women and children were rescued.

The only people left are the elderly and children, as well as a few farmers who have been oppressed by the village for a long time and are unwilling to go along with Zhan Dayou and his gang.

After they knew that those people had been captured, the huge rock that was pressing on them seemed to be removed in an instant, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that these dark days were finally over.

As for the children of Zhan Dayou's family, the villagers usually treat the village chief with respect and nod their heads in a bowing manner, and are still willing to help take care of them for a while.

But now that the situation was over, the surrounding villagers naturally ignored the children. Although Zhan Yingying was also found by a villager, the villager only held her and comforted her for a while before quickly handing her over to Zhan Tingting, the eldest granddaughter of the Zhan family.

Zhan Tiehua took a taxi directly back from the city and directed the taxi to stop directly in front of her mother's house.

Before entering the door, I heard wailing sounds coming from the yard. The cries came from Zhang Ling and Zhan Yingying respectively.

In addition to work, Zhan Tiehua also has to take care of her two precious sons, one three years old and the other five years old, who are at the age when they love to cry the most. Now, she gets a headache when she hears their cries.

Taking a deep breath, Zhan Tingting knocked on the door of her mother's house. She walked cautiously to the door and asked timidly, "Who is it?"

Zhan Tiehua replied: "I, your Third Aunt, open the door quickly!"

When Zhan Tingting heard the voice of her relative, she immediately became excited, as if she had grabbed a life-saving piece of wood while floating in the ocean current.

After she unlocked the door, she, who had been pretending to be strong, finally burst into tears: "Third Aunt, you're here. Go check on Yingying. She's been crying. Lingling has been infected by her and can't stop crying either..."

Zhan Tiehua asked the taxi to wait at the door for a while, and she followed Zhan Tingting across the yard and into the house.

At this time, Zhan Yingying was lying on the kang, howling like a ghost, with her arms and legs stretching and moving in the air, looking very uncomfortable.

Zhan Tiehua heard the crying and felt that if she cried any longer, she would almost die.

She hurried forward and picked up Zhan Yingying, stroking her back and soothing her softly: "Dear Yingying, don't cry, your aunt is here, are you feeling uncomfortable? Oh, poor little girl, your parents are not at home, are you missing them?"

She spoke words that Zhan Yingying didn't understand yet, trying to calm her down first. Then she looked at the sobbing seven-year-old Zhang Ling: "Yingying is young and can't speak, she can only cry. Why are you crying with her?"

Zhang Ling knew her own background, but she had spent very little time with her biological parents, and they were almost like strangers when they met.

When other children saw Zhan Tiehua and his wife coming, they would happily call out to them, but Zhang Ling would always hide away, feeling uncomfortable around them.

They could be nice and friendly to the children of my uncle's family and my aunt's family, and would bring them gifts, but not only did she not enjoy any care from them, but they always treated her coldly and were picky about her.

She really couldn't like or get close to such biological parents.

As for the Zhang family where she registered her household, it was just a transaction worth two hundred yuan, and she never really lived in the Zhang family.

This time, when Zhang Ling heard Zhan Tiehua start to criticize her again as soon as they met, she subconsciously covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back her tears.

But the more I thought about the past, the more aggrieved I felt. In the end, not only did I fail to stop crying, but I found it even more difficult to control the urge to burst into tears.

She simply ran to the yard and cried her heart out. If Zhan Tiehua had the ability, she would just hold Xiao Yingying and come out to scold herself.

Is it not okay for her to cry about her grandparents? If something happened to her, she would never shed a tear.

Zhan Tiehua naturally had no idea what her biological daughter was thinking at the moment. She felt that she could treat her child however she wanted.

However, there was no doubt that Zhang Ling would be brought back to her home in the city to be raised. Now that the child was in the second grade, she needed to be transferred to another school as soon as possible.

There is also the issue of household registration. Should she continue to be registered in the Zhang family's household registration book, or should her household registration be transferred to a city household registration?

If you want to transfer your household registration but don't want to affect your work due to violating the family planning policy, it seems that you still need to use connections to obtain a fake household registration. This is the most economical and cost-effective way.

When Zhan Tiehua thought about having to deal with all these troubles for Zhang Ling, she disliked Zhang Ling even more. How much better it would have been if she had not given birth to her?

It would have been fine if I had given her away right after she was born! It was only because of my maternal love that I couldn't bear to send her away.

Zhan Tiehua thought about this and felt that she should be considered a great mother, right? But it seemed that her daughter did not appreciate it. She was really an ungrateful person.

But she didn't have time to argue with Zhang Ling. Instead, after Zhan Yingying calmed down a bit, she asked Zhan Tingting, "Did you give your sister anything to eat today?"

Zhan Tingting replied, "I made her some milk powder an hour ago, but she refused to drink anything, so I mixed some vegetable soup with some rice and fed her."

Zhan Tiehua said with a serious expression, "How can such a young child eat this? He must be unable to digest it and has a stomachache."

She wanted to blame Zhan Tingting, but when the words came to her lips, she thought better of it. The child had lost his father at an early age and was her brother's child, so she was pitiful. Why should she make things so difficult for a twelve or thirteen-year-old child?

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