However, the next day, Zhao Xiaocao got up early to go find Zhao Tingzhang.

She hadn't taken her things from Lao Zhao's house yet, but there weren't many. So she stayed at He Tiantian's house again that night.

The whole family had just finished breakfast when Zhao Xiaocao informed He Tiantian and then went to find Zhao Tingzhang.

He Tiantian stopped Zhao Xiaocao in time, "Xiaocao, have you made up your mind about this?"

Zhao Xiaocao bit her lip and nodded, while Zhao Wanzi next to her was also startled by Zhao Xiaocao's action.

She wanted to offer advice, but then felt she shouldn't.

Because she didn't truly understand Xiaocao's feelings, she couldn't make decisions from her perspective.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaocao had made up her mind, He Tiantian nodded slightly.

"Alright, then Zhao Wanzi and I will go with you. That way we can look out for each other."

Zhao Xiaocao's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Second Aunt."

The three of them went to Zhao Tingzhang's house first. It was the New Year, and almost everyone was at home.

Zhao Tingzhang was also sitting in the main room, smoking his pipe intermittently.

Although they have two boys, Xiaohe is growing up, and there's still no sign of the next generation.

Liu and Zhao, the village head, were so worried about this matter that they couldn't sleep at night.

However, the two dared not frequently mention this matter in front of Zhao Dahai and Cheng Ying. After all, having a child isn't something that can be achieved by simply talking about it.

Liu carried a basket containing the family's socks.

She sat in the main room, doing needlework by the light from outside.

However, it was clear that Liu's mind wasn't on the needlework. She hadn't even sewn two stitches before she started sighing deeply.

"well……"

Zhao Tingzhang ignored him, frowned, and took a puff of his cigarette.

"well……"

Liu let out another sorrowful sigh.

After the fifth sigh, Zhao Tingzhang finally lost his patience.

"Alright, alright, what's the point of sighing like this? Didn't we say we were going to adopt a child? How's that going?"

Mrs. Liu was almost in tears, and she was also very angry.

"So what? What can happen? If this could work out, would I be sighing here?"

Ms. Liu felt a tightness in her chest, as she had been working tirelessly on the adoption issue for days.

She asked many people for help and used many connections. She even looked after many children, but Liu refused to help any of them.

The older ones are too old to remember things and are harder to raise, and the younger ones, I've seen a few that look okay, but they all have illnesses.

Moreover, it wasn't an ordinary illness. How could Liu dare to bring such a child home, especially since her family wasn't wealthy?

"I saw a girl from your hometown village before, wasn't she quite nice!"

The girl was pretty, and Zhao Tingzhang thought she was quite good.

Liu immediately rejected the idea, saying, "What's so good about it? That girl is already eight or nine years old; we won't be able to take care of her properly."

Zhao Tingzhang disagreed with his wife's opinion, saying, "What's with all this talk about kinship? A foster mother is worse than a birth mother. Look at the two daughters in the He family. They were already ten years old when they were bought and raised at home, and they're doing just fine."