Cheng Baidong only admitted a little bit, and Fang Qiao had no choice but to believe him.

"All right."

Cheng Baidong felt that he could not continue such a dangerous conversation, so he simply changed the subject.

He touched Fang Qiao's belly, placed his palm on her skin, felt it for a moment, and asked in confusion, "At this stage of pregnancy, the baby should be moving, right? Why isn't she moving?"

The baby moved around in my belly for a while after dinner, so it's probably tired now.

Fang Qiao replied, "They're probably asleep."

"Do babies sleep in the womb?" Cheng Baidong asked, showing a complete lack of common sense.

Forgive his ignorance, mainly because he hadn't seen a newborn in the other world for thousands of years. Apart from the ten months of pregnancy, which he remembered very clearly, he had truly forgotten everything else.

"Of course, she also hiccups."

"Let me hear it." Cheng Baidong pressed his ear against Fang Qiao's stomach.

His hearing is already more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and when he consciously tries to detect sounds, he can pick them up even when they are hundreds of times fainter.

He heard the sound of amniotic fluid flowing, and also the faint but powerful heartbeat.

The 'plop plop' sound struck his loving father's heart instantly.

His eyes lit up immediately: "I could hear her heart beating!"

"Of course, a baby can have a heartbeat when it's two months in the womb."

"But why didn't I hear her hiccup?"

“She’s sleeping! How could she hear me?” Fang Qiao nudged his head and urged, “Alright, stop being silly. Go get me some hot water so I can soak my feet before bed.”

"Okay, you sit down, I'll get it for you."

Cheng Baidong quickly brought back the water, and there were two small green plants in the basin, which Fang Qiao did not recognize.

"What's this?"

“Blood-coagulating herb. I see you look pale, so I guess you're a little anemic.” Cheng Bodong explained, “Although the Blood-coagulating herb is only a low-grade spiritual herb, it has grown in this space for hundreds of years, so its medicinal effects are quite strong. Your body can't handle eating it directly, but soaking your feet in it is fine.”

"You brought me centuries-old spiritual herbs for a foot bath?!?!" Fang Qiao was genuinely flattered!

"Isn't it too precious?"

“It’s not precious. There are plenty of these in the space.” Cheng Bodong thought for a moment and felt that this was not quite accurate, so he gave an example: “The area next to that cluster of white mushrooms that you’ve been circling around these past two days is full of Blood Clotting Grass.”

Fang Qiao was shocked: "All, all of them?"

Well, she was just ignorant. She had been thinking it was a weed for the past two days and hadn't even given it a second glance. My apologies!

After soaking her feet, Fang Qiao felt warm all over, and even her face became rosier, perhaps due to psychological factors.

Lying in bed, Fang Qiao was unusually excited and couldn't fall asleep.

Her belly was too big, and lying flat was uncomfortable, so she simply turned over and lay on her side.

Cheng Baidong reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Fang Qiao, wide awake, asked directly, "Bai Dong, what are you planning to do about your father and the others?"

If Cheng Baidong still had some respect for his biological father in his previous life, that respect vanished without a trace after his rebirth.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that he led a group of people to try to force his wife and daughter to their deaths was enough for Cheng Baidong to mentally sentence him to death.

"To be honest, it's not easy to handle." Cheng Baidong sighed. "If it were in the evening, in my anger, I might have just taken him to the police station and sentenced him to three to five years. But now that I've calmed down, I suddenly remembered that although I've already retired due to illness, I still have to do this kind of work after my transfer, and I have to conduct background checks."

“I’m okay with myself, but I’m worried about the future of my children.” Cheng Baidong explained to Fang Qiao, fearing she might not understand the relevant policies: “The current regulations stipulate that anyone who joins the military, becomes an officer, becomes a cadre, or goes to university must undergo a political background check. No one within three generations of their immediate family can have a criminal record, otherwise they will fail the political background check.”

"Then, what should we do?" Fang Qiao's heart sank.

Her daughter was the precious child she had longed for her whole life, and she naturally wanted to give her the best and not let unrelated people affect her future.

But she felt extremely unwilling to just let the Cheng family go like that.

How can bad people get away with doing bad things?!

Cheng Baidong thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered: "Isn't there a brick kiln in Songzhuang?"

Fang Qiao nodded: "Yes, Xiao Qiang from my third aunt's family works as a temporary worker at the brick factory over there. After a few years, he's become very thin and dark from the hard work."

Cheng Baidong pondered for a moment: "I remember there was a special kiln in Songzhuang, where people from each village were punished for making mistakes?"

"Yes, yes, there is. I've heard of it, and it's said to be quite bitter." There were no people around Fang Qiao who had been punished, but she had only heard about it from others. If Cheng Baidong hadn't suddenly brought it up, she wouldn't have remembered that such a place existed.

But this place is great!

After all, prisons in the new era emphasize human rights. Although prisoners still have to work, they are well-fed and well-rested.

The brick factory is a different place altogether.

It was just a tacitly accepted 'prison' in the village, and no one supervised it at all.

The villagers were forced to work, and the factory only needed to provide them with a meal and a room to stay in. They didn't have to pay wages, but all the profits generated went to the brick factory.

Of course, the village also benefits; the amount of permits and quotas for buying bricks and tiles is entirely up to the brick factory.

The brick factory's profits increased, and the village not only got rid of the troublemaker but also received more quotas, making it a mutually beneficial arrangement for both sides.

Who doesn't love free labor? If you're going to use it, you might as well use it to the fullest!

Moreover, brick factory workers do mostly manual labor.

The whole day of drying mud bricks required carrying them up and down under the sun. In the summer, when the sun was scorching, the skin on your body could peel off.

Working in a kiln is even harder. The temperature inside is in the thirties or forties, and no matter the season, you're always covered in sweat. You shovel coal into the boiler, one shovelful at a time, and before evening even arrives, you're already so exhausted you can't straighten your back after just one morning.

That's bad enough, but what's even worse is that after putting in so much effort, they can't even eat properly!

Regular and temporary workers get off work early, while those who are penalized get off late. By the time they finish get off work, the food in the canteen is almost gone. If they are even a little slow, they won't be able to get any food. It is common for them to go to work and sleep hungry, which is particularly miserable.

Therefore, the villagers who were forced to work were almost all exhausted when they finally got out.

Fang Qiao thought it was a perfect fit.

Go, all of you!

Exhaust these bullying bastards!

"It's good to suffer, otherwise how will you learn a lesson?"

The couple shared the same view, and Cheng Bodong immediately made the decision: "They're just too idle every day, which is why they have time to look for trouble. Let them all go work at the brick factory."