Splendid peasant girl busy farming

"That child...you mean, he has been well raised by that couple over the years?" asked Blacksmith Luo.

Luo Da'e nodded: "Yes, the couple is honest and hardworking. Their child has inherited their personalities and works harder than the other workers at Zhou Wang's chicken farm."

Luo the blacksmith asked again: "Then you have to tell him, what is the purpose?"

Luo Da'e said: "Needless to say, if that child has a bad character, is a lazy and bad person, I will definitely not recognize him. If I recognize him, it will only bring trouble to my family."

"But the child is so good, I must let him know who his biological mother is, so that he can go to my Xia'er's grave to burn incense and kowtow every New Year and other festivals in the future. Brother, don't you agree?"

Blacksmith Luo didn't say yes or no, but asked Luo Da'e again: "Then what was Zhou Wang and Xiao Huan's reason for stopping you from telling the child?"

When asked this, Luo Da'e found it hard to laugh and even looked a little unhappy.

"They didn't go into detail, they just told me not to acknowledge it, there's no need."

"They also said that in the future, Xia'er's grave would be left without people burning incense and offering sacrifices. Aren't the two grandsons in the family Xia'er's nephews? They would also burn paper money for their aunt during festivals!"

Hearing this, Luo the Blacksmith clapped his hands and said, "That's it!"

Luo Da'e raised her head, her face full of anxiety: "Brother, how can this be possible? After all, a nephew is a nephew, and a son is a son."

At this point, Luo Da'e paused, probably realizing something, and quickly changed her words, "What I mean is, if I don't have a son, then my nephew will definitely have to do it, but I have a biological son, so these things have to be done for my son first. It's more legitimate to have a first come first served principle, don't you think so, brother?"

Luo the blacksmith, who had always spoiled his sister, was now stroking his beard and keeping silent.

Just then Zhou Wang came out of the house, looked around, and saw Luo the blacksmith. Zhou Wang's eyes lit up, "Uncle, why are you hiding here to talk to my mother? Why don't you come in and have some tea?"

Luo the blacksmith said, "Your mother talked to me for a while, and then she went in."

Zhou Wang laughed and didn't think too much about it. When old brothers and sisters get together, the older they are, the more they whisper and have endless secrets to talk about.

As a younger generation, Zhou Wang could not possibly ask questions about his elders. He came out to invite blacksmith Luo in for some tea.

Then, Luo Da'e called Zhou Wang and said, "Wang'er, don't leave in a hurry. I have a few words to say to you in front of your uncle. You can ask your uncle to help you make a decision."

Zhou Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly guessed something, and the smile on his face faded a little, "Mom, tell me."

Luo Da'e said, "I have already told your uncle about your sister Zhou Xia's son. I also said that I want to recognize the child. Please talk to your uncle in front of him. Why are you stopping me from recognizing him?"

As Luo Da'e asked, Luo the blacksmith's eyes also fell on Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang looked back at Luo Da'e, "Mom, in front of my uncle, let me ask you something. He has lived with his adoptive parents for fourteen or fifteen years, and he has lived a good life. Why do you have to tell him about his life? Why do you have to disrupt his peaceful life? Why do you have to let him know that the parents who have been reluctant to give him food and clothes and left things to him since he was a child are not his biological parents? How will this benefit you?"

Luo Da'e was stunned by the questions. She only had one question she wanted to ask Zhou Wang, but she didn't expect Zhou Wang to ask her seven or eight questions in a row!

Who is questioning whom? Although Luo the Blacksmith had not heard Zhou Wang's answer, he was already thoughtful just by the number of questions Zhou Wang asked.

"Mom, please answer me. Answer my question in front of my uncle!" Zhou Wang asked again.

Luo Da'e came back to her senses. She looked at Zhou Wang with a very confused look, but her tone was full of reproach: "I don't understand why you think so much, kid? That kid is the only blood of your sister left in this world. Is it wrong for us to take him back? This is only natural!"

"Why do you want to recognize him? To inherit the huge family business or something? Our family only has one chicken farm, and it is Qing'er's restaurant that supports our family!"

"Is it necessary for you to recognize him?"

"Son, why do you keep talking about the chicken farm and the family business? Even if life is a little hard for the family, we can still get by as long as we are all here. Besides, that's your sister's own flesh and blood..."

"What flesh and blood, mother? My sister herself doesn't want the child and wants to kill it. She never thinks that it is her own flesh and blood. She only thinks that the child is evidence of her humiliation!"

"After the child was born, my sister didn't even look at him. She handed him to you and Xiaohuan and told you to kill him. You forgot all that!"

"You forgot, but I haven't. If you claim the child now, aren't you afraid that my sister will jump out of her grave and fight you to the death?"

Luo Da'e was left blank and speechless after being refuted by Zhou Wang.

She swallowed hard a few times and could only stammer, "But that kid is your nephew, your real nephew!"

"If the mother doesn't want her own son, what does it have to do with me as her uncle?" Zhou Wang said coldly.

"Wang'er, don't be so cruel. That's our family's bloodline. Even if Zhou Xia doesn't want it..."

"Mom, please stop talking. I'm not the cruel one. It was Zhou Xia who wanted to kill the child. She was cruel. Now you are the one who wants to take the child back. You are cruel!"

"To put it bluntly, you two, mother and daughter, are both cruel people!"

Zhou Wang's words were like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Luo Da'e's left atrium.

Luo Da'e's face turned very ugly. Luo the blacksmith also moved at this time. He came between the mother and son who were on the verge of a fight and used his body to block Luo Da'e so that she would not have to face Zhou Wang's anger.

At the same time, he reached out his hand and put it on Zhou Wang's shoulder, saying to Zhou Wang: "Your words make sense, and I agree with you. But the way you said it and your tone were a bit harsh. She is your mother after all, don't say that to her, it will make her feel bad."

Facing the mediation of Luo the Blacksmith, Zhou Wang also tried to sort out his emotions, then nodded, "Uncle, I was a little anxious just now, and my tone was a little harsh. I apologize to my mother."

Blacksmith Luo smiled with relief, turned around and said to Luo Da'e: "Did you hear that? The child has apologized to you, so don't wipe your tears. It's New Year's Day."

"However, regarding the matter of recognizing a grandson, let me say this: Like Zhou Wang, I do not agree with it!" (End of this chapter)