Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback

The little one clung to his mother's sleeve, his little head nodding off. Clearly, he was sleepy, but he insisted on being held and coaxed to sleep, perhaps due to a lack of security.

Once he fell asleep, Qin Xiangnuan was very careful when she placed him back in the cradle. His two brothers were on one side, having slept for two hours already without showing signs of waking up. She put the paper and pen on her lap and continued to draw while coaxing Little San.

This time, Little San was quite cooperative, not crying or making a fuss, and Qin Xiangnuan didn't even know when he fell back asleep, his chubby hand still clutching a corner of the blanket. She dare not disturb him, afraid that if the little ancestor awoke, he would cause unrest.

She tiptoed back to the desk and continued her work.

Li Qiuhua, who suddenly had three grandsons, was now walking tall and proud. At that time, the one-child policy was at its strictest, and as an official, they naturally had to set an example; thus, they could only have one child. Initially, when Jian Zhiqing got married late, many people flaunted in front of Li Qiuhua, saying their grandchildren were old enough to help with cooking, etc. Now, it was Li Qiuhua's turn. What's the use of your child marrying early if you still only have one child, while The Jians, look, got three at once – good feng shui! Especially the face of their Little San, cuter than the child stars on TV when taken outside, she could hardly bear to let others hold him.

A few of them sat down together to play mahjong, gossiping about this and that while playing.

"Tang Yun, I heard your family had twins, a boy and a girl, how lucky, both a son and a daughter, complete. My family only has one."

"Boy or girl, they're the same to me, I love them both. I didn't even expect it," Mrs. Song modestly claimed, but anyone could hear the pride hidden in her tone, clearly delighted.

"Hey, Qiuhua, I heard your daughter-in-law also gave birth?"

Someone just remembered that Li Qiuhua's eldest daughter-in-law was pregnant too.

"Yes, she did," Li Qiuhua said with a smile, "Just gave birth, but they're quite small. Stayed in the hospital for more than a month, won't celebrate the full month, but during the hundred-day celebration, please come over."

"That's great, I also want to see your eldest grandson," the others said with a laugh.

"By the way, is it a boy or a girl? I remember you wanted a granddaughter," another person asked. The way they said 'granddaughter' had a particular tone, probably because they only had granddaughters and wished others would have the same. Not everyone is as lucky as Mrs. Song, having two at once.

"Ah, grandsons," Li Qiuhua sighed – a genuine one, "Our Jian family has fewer girls, I've always dreamt of having a granddaughter, but it turned out to be grandsons. And three at once," she could not help but feel proud.

The others were shocked.

"What, three? Qiuhua, your daughter-in-law gave birth to three?"

"Could they be triplets, three boys?"

"Exactly."

Li Qiuhua played a tile, "Two of them are well-behaved, and one is quite the troublemaker. Everyone at home dotes on them. You'll see at the hundred-day celebration."

Other people are really both envious and jealous; two children aren't scarce, but three, that's exceptionally rare.

Mrs. Song heard this and her feelings were really complex—the pride of the household was those two grandsons, yet The Jians' children were not worse, even better, and three of them at that, all at once! Where did such good feng shui and luck come from?

"By the way, I heard your family bought a building?" Nobody knew where the news came from, but it was directly asked to Li Qiuhua.

"What are you talking about?" Li Qiuhua chuckled, "How could we buy a building? At most it's just a few rooms. We have three little baldies at home, they are still young, so the burden is heavy."

Although that's what she said and how she explained it, who knows the truth? As they say, there's no smoke without fire. Maybe everybody has a bit of an idea about buying the building, just not sure where exactly it is, or which floor. If they knew that Qin Xiangnuan had purchased an 18-story building, wonder how they would react and what trouble that would cause.

The building Qin Xiangnuan bought naturally had a purpose—the shops downstairs were going to be used to open a branch. Capital City is a vast place, and her store is only one; though there are many customers now, it's the only one, so customers who live further away always complain about the distance being too great.

Fortunately, the building she bought was right at the subway entrance, very convenient for transit. Opening another store there was most suitable. But right now, there's no rush. She doesn't have the time to open another one, mainly because the three little ones are too young, they can't do without her, and she also can't do without the three children.

Especially Little San, very clingy, always fussy at night wanting someone to hold him, and he only recognizes his mother, not really familiar with others.

"You're so spoiled," Qin Xiangnuan poked Little San's chubby cheek, and said the two others were sleeping with the nanny, who was very experienced. Those two little ones were well-behaved at night, wouldn't wake up, and could sleep soundly until morning, hardly ever stirring. Only Little San needed to be fed at night, otherwise he would cry relentlessly.

Little San pouted his little mouth, grabbed his mother's hand and started to bite it, seemingly very content.

"Come here, daddy will hold you for a bit," Jian Zhiqing, having just washed his hands, reached out to Little San. Little San obediently stretched out his arms and was picked up high, biting his little fingers, his eyes curved into smiles.

He was the most endearing in the family, anyone who held him was happy, could count money for others even when being sold.

Jian Zhiqing coaxed for a while, and the little guy began rubbing his eyes with his walnut-sized fists, obviously tired and ready to sleep.

Qin Xiangnuan took the child from his embrace and placed him aside, waiting for the little one to wake up in the middle of the night to feed. After a tiring day, it was finally time to rest.

"Let's go to sleep too," Jian Zhiqing unbuttoned his shirt, the smile in his eyes making Qin Xiangnuan blush. She hummed and turned her back. Not long after, a warm body pressed up against hers...

And then, the night was long, and their affection deepened, naturally, married life was full of variety.

Qin Xiangnuan was truly tired, the three little devils were indeed tiring, and at night she could hardly wake up, in a half-conscious state, when she opened her eyes, she saw Jian Zhiqing holding Little San in one arm and feeding him with a milk bottle in the other.

"Shh, let's be good today, daddy will feed you formula so mommy can sleep more."

"Eeyah..." Little San waved his little fists and then, holding the bottle, drank obediently.