Chapter 663: Five-Zero Motherhood System (20)

"What's going on?"

A woman was just as confused as Xie Yang.

"Don't you know? Originally, many places suffered from frost disasters this year. The township Cadre went to the county for a meeting and said that food was in short supply, and they were worried about what to do. Suddenly, overnight, a huge amount of grain appeared in the Grain Warehouse of many units..."

"It's not just grain, I heard there were also vegetables and melons! We all guessed it was a Bodhisattva showing their divinity. But some people say it was some great philanthropist doing good deeds without leaving their name."

Xie Yang: "..."

She thought she had stumbled upon some earth-shattering gossip at the start, but hearing the conclusion... oh, it turns out the owner of the gossip was actually herself!

But regardless, going to the township to watch a movie still allowed one to learn a lot of information from the outside world.

She didn't know until she heard it, but it turned out that her act of providing grain, vegetables, and fruits to troops and scientific research units in various places had not been kept confidential by the relevant departments; on the contrary, it had been reported in the newspapers and on the news.

The government did this on one hand to appease the people in the disaster-stricken areas and let everyone not panic—the frost disaster was indeed serious, but food would not be in short supply; on the other hand, it was also to find this great philanthropist who did good deeds without leaving a name, wanting to thank him/her in person and award him/her a "Good Person, Good Deed" award.

"Sister Yangyang, why do you think this great philanthropist has so much surplus grain?"

On the way back to the village after watching the movie, Liuqiang first excitedly expressed his praise for this year's movie, then brought up this hot news that all his little friends were spreading, puzzled:

"Haven't the landlords already been overthrown? Whose family still has so much land to grow grain and vegetables? Like the fields our family was allocated, it's not even enough to grow our own food!"

Xie Yang nodded.

Precisely because of this, she was determined not to show her face or make a splash.

Just let the government keep guessing.

As long as she didn't take the initiative to reveal it, no one would guess it was her.

So she followed up, "I heard that wealthy families in the past would dig a cave in the mountains or a cellar underground to store grain during good years and use it during disaster years."

"I think that must be it! If it were grain grown in these last two years, no family would have that ability." Liuqiang nodded seriously, "But there's no denying that this person must be a kind-hearted, great person!"

Others walking with them heard Liuqiang's words and expressed their agreement one after another:

"This is definitely a great person with a Bodhisattva's heart, that goes without saying!"

"He not only helped those disaster-stricken areas, but indirectly helped us too. If it weren't for the grain donated by this great philanthropist, many refugees would definitely have flocked here in the second half of the year, but our own lives are difficult, so what could we do to help them?"

"Liuqiang, you study hard. Only when you have the ability to stand on your own feet in the future will you have the capacity to help other suffering people. Without ability, you'll be like us—our own lives are tight enough as it is; even if we have the heart to help, we can't."

Liuqiang waved his arm: "I will definitely study hard! And I've decided, I won't write about the movie for this week's essay; I'm going to write about this great philanthropist who does good deeds without leaving a name! Many classmates will definitely write about the movie, I won't write the same thing as them."

"Since you're writing it, write it well." The branch secretary walked in front holding a flashlight and turned his head to glance at his little grandson, "Don't just bring back a passing grade."

Liuqiang was embarrassed: "Grandpa! When have I ever gotten just a passing grade?"

"Right! You used to fail your essays often."

"..."

Xie Yang listened to the two grandfather and grandson bickering and looked up at the brilliant starry sky.

She discovered that while this era might have many drawbacks and shortcomings, it also possessed more enthusiasm for life and a heart of gratitude than other eras.

This news lasted for a long time.

The outside world was unclear, but even Shili Village, a small, remote mountain village that hadn't suffered from the frost disaster, was talking about this matter with relish. Would big cities with timely access to information not spread it?

Even the people in Beijing had their recent after-dinner conversations mainly revolving around this strange event, which had passed three or four months ago and, strictly speaking, could no longer be called news, yet remained very popular.

Every time Zhuang Mingcheng accompanied his wife to his father-in-law's house, if they couldn't find a topic, they would chat about this.

However, ever since his wife had a premature birth and was taken to her mother's house for postpartum recovery after being discharged from the hospital, and hadn't moved back to their own home for a short time, he had also moved to his mother-in-law's house, but he no longer had the heart to chat about unrelated people and things.

Because his first child seemed to have some intellectual disability.

Zhuang Mingcheng's father-in-law, Chen Haiping, asked in a low voice: "What did the doctor say?"

Zhuang Mingcheng wiped his face deeply: "It cannot be diagnosed yet; after all, the child is still too small, and more tests need to be done."

"How could this happen? Was there a mix-up at birth?"

"..."

He also hoped there had been a mix-up. How could his, Zhuang Mingcheng's, son be intellectually disabled?

But in fact, he was at the door of the delivery room when his son was born, and he personally took the child from the nurse's hands and carried him back to the ward.

Moreover, the weather was hot at that time, and the swaddling clothes didn't cover the child's whole body; he saw the child's foot sticking out of the swaddling clothes, and there was a blue birthmark the size of a coin on the sole of his left foot.

Therefore, a mix-up was impossible.

Zhuang Mingcheng grabbed his hair in pain: "How could this be... what exactly did I do wrong for God to punish me like this..."

Chen Haiping sighed heavily.

If you asked him, his daughter shouldn't have found a husband from the countryside in the first place. Look, less than two years after marriage, how much trouble had it caused?

Maybe the intellectual disability was also inherited from the Zhuang family.

In any case, he had never heard of anyone in the Chen Family ancestors having intellectual defects.

"Alright, since he's born, you can't stuff him back in. Think about how to settle him if he really is an intellectually disabled child. In the old society, if you didn't want him, you could drown him in a chamber pot, but now it's a new society, and doing those things is against the law."

As soon as Chen Haiping thought about his first grandson being an intellectually disabled child, he felt a massive headache.

He was a man who cared about his reputation; he had been very happy to learn that his daughter had given him a grandson and had wanted to host a big banquet.

But if this grandson was a fool, how would his superiors, subordinates, relatives, and friends look at him?

When it came to caring about reputation, Zhuang Mingcheng was just as bad: "Dad, Wan'er and I discussed it. If this child really has intellectual defects, we'll send him back to our hometown for my parents to look after. Wan'er and I are still young, and after she recovers her health, we can have another one."

Chen Haiping nodded: "That works. Just say you two are busy with work and don't have time to take care of the child, and your mother and I haven't reached retirement age yet. Sending him back to the hometown for the child's grandparents to take care of is reasonable and appropriate."

The father-in-law and son-in-law decided the child's future in just a few words.

A month later, the further examination report came out. It wasn't the intellectual disability they had thought, but congenital cerebral palsy, though it wasn't much better than intellectual disability.

The only consolation was that the child was not a fool; there were no problems with his intelligence. The problem lay in his body—congenital motor impairment. And it was a type of soft paralysis with relatively weak muscle tone, meaning the whole person was as soft as cotton and unable to maintain normal posture and movement.

?? Still one update today, will try to resume double updates tomorrow (＞人＜；)