RYEY -Chapter 269 Li Huan Made the Newspapers

Two months later, under the meticulous care of the Li family, Cheng Qiao finally finished her confinement. The little daughter could now nurse normally, which greatly relieved everyone in the family.

“Li Huan, we agreed to let this child be adopted by my master. Let Master give her a name,” Cheng Qiao said.

Li Huan nodded at once. As long as Cheng Qiao was safe and well, he would agree to anything. But Ye Jun shook his head. The child was still too small—if she was to be adopted, it should wait until the little girl had fully recovered.

Mother Li immediately understood Ye Jun’s meaning and sighed inwardly. As expected of Doctor Ye—his character was truly noble, never taking advantage of others in difficult times.

Cheng Qiao nodded as well and handed the little girl to Ye Jun for a pulse check. Ye Jun sighed inwardly. The little girl’s constitution was indeed weak. In the womb, her nutrition had already been taken by her older brother, and she was premature—how could she be healthy?

“Cheng Qiao, actually, women carrying twins usually give birth early. Strictly speaking, you were only about half a month premature. As long as the little girl is carefully raised, she should be able to recover,” Ye Jun said after some thought, choosing words that were especially comforting.

Mother Li’s face immediately lit up with a smile. As long as her little granddaughter could grow strong, that was all that mattered.

“Give my precious little darling a name—make it a nice one,” Mother Li said with a beaming smile as she took the baby, gazing at her with boundless affection. This child was her granddaughter—her treasure.

“Qiao, you name our little girl,” Li Huan said. “And also, I won’t go to the Worker-Peasant-Soldier University. I want to stay with you.”

Cheng Qiao was momentarily speechless. If Li Huan didn’t go, with his current educational background, his chances of getting into university later would indeed be very slim.

“You’re the village head—how can you just decide not to go? And if you don’t go, whoever gets that spot will cause problems,” she said.

Li Huan nodded. That was true. There were quite a few people in the village who met the requirements. Giving it to one family and not another could easily stir resentment.

“Then I’ll definitely come back every week,” he said.

“Mm. By the time you start school, the two little ones will be four months old. Mom will be here, my master will be here, and Aunt Wang will help too.”

Ever since Wang Xiangyang got his Worker-Peasant-Soldier University quota, Aunt Wang had been coming almost every day—bringing firewood one day, digging wild vegetables the next. Even if she brought nothing, she would surely help in the kitchen, boiling water or heating meals.

It was summer vacation, and Lele and Xuhui could help out as well. So Li Huan could focus on his work and make proper arrangements.

Babies were easy to raise in summer. No need to bundle them up—just place them in the cradle in the main room, rock it occasionally, talk to them a bit. As long as they were well-fed and well-rested, that was enough.

Cheng Qiao took out a dictionary and began naming the children. The little girl was small and warm, so she named her Li Xiaonuan. As for the younger son, of course he would take Ye’s surname—Ye Jing.

When Ye Jun learned that Cheng Qiao had named the little boy Ye Jing, his eyes grew moist, warmth flooding his chest. He had a grandson—a grandson with the surname Ye.

“Ye Jing, let Grandpa hold you,” he said softly.

At two months old, Ye Jing’s eyes could already roll around. When Ye Jun lifted him from the cradle, the baby babbled “oh, oh,” sounds no one could understand.

Seeing the child respond to him, Ye Jun praised him for being clever. He wanted to give the child something, but those items were hidden away and couldn’t be taken out yet.

And that courtyard house—when he went back, he would change the household head’s name to Ye Jing. As Ye Jun thought this through, he muttered to himself, startling Cheng Qiao, who quickly nudged him.

“Master, what are you talking about? There are other people here.”

Ye Jun snapped back to his senses and glanced around guiltily. Fortunately, Aunt Wang and Mother Li were in the kitchen preparing lunch, chatting loudly and not paying attention to him at all.

Ye Jun smiled and gestured that they couldn’t hear. Seeing Ye Jing had fallen asleep, he carefully placed him back in the cradle. When the baby stirred, he gently rocked it a few times until he was completely asleep again.

“So easy to take care of—falls asleep right away,” Ye Jun said.

Cheng Qiao shook her head. “Try again in a year or two. Little Li Ming is already naughty beyond belief—catching bugs or rolling all over the ground every day. Not even two years old, yet so full of energy.”

“Qiao, I made the newspapers!” Li Huan rushed in excitedly.

His loud voice startled Xiaonuan into crying. Thankfully, the little girl was weak and cried softly, not waking Ye Jing in the next cradle.

Seeing that he had frightened his daughter awake, Li Huan was filled with regret and wanted to slap himself. The little girl was already so frail, and he had scared her—he really didn’t deserve to be a father.

“Don’t cry, don’t be scared. Daddy’s back. Daddy made the newspapers. I don’t know which paper yet, but we should be happy for Daddy,” Cheng Qiao said gently, soothing Xiaonuan, whose limbs were stiff with fright.

She picked up another bottle filled with golden well water from the space and fed it to Xiaonuan.

As the warm, gentle water flowed down her throat, Xiaonuan immediately felt as if she could breathe again. She glanced at Cheng Qiao’s beautiful, gentle face, then closed her eyes in contentment.

“She’s asleep, right? That scared me to death,” Li Huan said, patting his chest.

He then handed the newspaper to Cheng Qiao. When she read it, her eyes curved into a smile—her man was about to become famous.

It turned out that the wheat seeds from the three mu of land had shown excellent results in trials. Under Village Head Li Huan’s leadership, Xiangyang Village had been able to rapidly rebuild after natural disasters.

Most importantly, he dared to innovate—planting winter wheat in the harsh winter and using plastic film for insulation. He successfully grew winter wheat, increasing yield per mu by 30 percent. It was deemed worthy of learning from and commendation.

The report on Li Huan took up nearly half a page of the newspaper. It even prominently mentioned his upcoming studies at the Spring City Worker-Peasant-Soldier University, suggesting that he should specialize in agricultural technology.

Looking at Li Huan’s spirited, confident face in the paper—pleasing to the eye—Cheng Qiao smiled. The real test for her man had arrived. She wanted to see how he would handle the wave of admiration.

“Hehe, they want you to specialize in agriculture. What do you think?” she asked.

“Qiao, as long as Xiangyang is there, let him take care of all these good things,” Li Huan replied.

Cheng Qiao silently lit a candle for Wang Xiangyang. No wonder Li Huan had two recommendation letters for the Worker-Peasant-Soldier University and first thought of Wang Xiangyang—this guy had planned it all along.

“So are you planning to hand over the village head position to Wang Xiangyang too?” she asked.

“Huh? Wifey, you’re amazing—you even know that,” Li Huan said in surprise.

“Of course. You’ll be promoted sooner or later.”

“Wifey, you can’t say that. Everything I have comes from you. Even if I get promoted, I’ll drag you up with me.”

“I’m too heavy—and I come with kids in tow.”

“No matter how heavy, I’ll carry you. If we can’t rise, then we won’t.”

Cheng Qiao fell silent. With her master still beside them, she couldn’t leave him with the impression that she was unreasonable.