Reborn in the 60s and adopted

Mao Ming returned home and was just about to open the door.

"Xiao Ming?" The village party secretary Mao Yuanqing's voice contained a tone of disbelief.

"Second uncle." Mao Ming saw that Mao Yuanqing's voice was choked with sobs.

"What happened to you?" Mao Yuanqing looked at him in disbelief. "Did someone beat you up?"

During Mao Yuanqing's questioning, Mao Ming told him everything that happened to him today.

"Mao Ming, I'm a little disappointed in you. How can a little girl beat you so hard that you can't fight back?" Mao Yuanqing said.

"I..." Mao Ming was a little speechless.

"If I were you, I would be too embarrassed to say it. How is it possible for a 5-year-old girl to knock down a nearly 20-year-old man? You can't even lie."

Mao Yuanqing looked at Mao Ming, and the obvious disappointment on his face made Mao Ming break down and burst into tears.

"Well, well, I didn't lie. What I said is true."

Mao Ming's crying attracted Mao Zhaodi, who was resting at home. Her palm was hit by Tang Mei and now the redness and swelling are no longer visible.

"Brother, why are you crying?" Mao Zhaodi asked in confusion.

"I...I...I was beaten by Tang Mei and the old men and women in the village." Mao Ming thought that his cousin would comfort him.

"You, Tang Mei beat you, you are so useless, such a waste." Mao Zhaodi blurted out as if she usually scolded Mao Qingqing, without thinking that this was something she couldn't do when she was defending her cousin.

"You...you scold me, who am I doing this for?" Mao Ming no longer cared about the pain in his body. He stood up straight and pointed at Mao Zhaodi.

"Did I beg you to go? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" Mao Zhaodi no longer had the coquettish tone she usually had towards Mao Ming, and she even rolled her eyes at Mao Ming.

"Okay, you're really great. I will never care about your affairs again in the future." Mao Ming said harshly.

"Just don't bother. I don't ask you to care." Mao Zhaodi didn't need his harsh words at all. This family was doing so well because of her father. Without her father, they would be nothing.

"Okay, my body is in pain now, I'll go in first." Mao Ming dragged his tired body into his room.

"Dad, look at him." Mao Zhaodi acted coquettishly to Mao Yuanqing.

"My dear daughter, you shouldn't have said that to your brother just now." Mao Yuanqing tapped Mao Zhaodi's nose disapprovingly.

"Hmph, you are nothing to him, yet you still support him." Mao Zhaodi pouted in dissatisfaction.

"My daughter, when you get married, you will have to rely on him to break pots for you. Go back and bring me the safflower oil I bought for you this morning." Mao Yuanqing ordered.

"That's mine." Mao Zhaodi said unhappily.

"Be obedient." Mao Yuanqing said angrily with a stern face.

"Oh." Mao Zhaodi took out the medicine obediently despite being reluctant.

Mao Yuanqing took the medicine and went to his eldest nephew's room.

Mao Ming had just laid down on the bed when he heard his second uncle's voice calling him at the door. He was unwilling, but he still had to rely on his second uncle.

"Come in, Uncle, the door is not closed."

Mao Yuanqing walked to the bed where his nephew was lying.

"Xiao Ming, Zhao Di'er was very angry just now. She was very angry because Tang Mei beat her today. You were beaten by her again, so she was confused and said some unpleasant things. You should not bother with her." Mao Yuanqing opened the safflower oil and gently touched the exposed wound on Mao Ming.

"Oh." Mao Ming was angry and didn't want to forgive his cousin.

"You see, Zhaodi loves you so much that she asked me to get the safflower oil she just bought today to apply medicine on you. She still loves her brother." Mao Yuanqing continued.

After hearing what his second uncle said, Mao Ming took a closer look at the safflower oil. It was indeed new and had hardly been used. It seemed that Zhaodi was just being hard on the outside but soft on the inside, and she knew she was wrong.

"Oh." Mao Ming responded.

"This is a good nephew of my second uncle. This time, my second uncle's plan was not comprehensive. I didn't make a detailed plan for you, which led to you getting injured. Next time we will plan more carefully before taking action. You and your sister have been hiding from the Tang family recently. Sooner or later, I will avenge you for the grievances you suffered today." Mao Yuanqing said in a rhythmic manner.

"Um~uh~Second uncle." After hearing what his second uncle said, Mao Ming thought that his second uncle still cared about him, and he threw himself into Mao Yuanqing's arms.

Mao Yuanqing rubbed his back like he did when he was a child, and couldn't help but sigh that his nephew was so easy to coax.