Rebirth in the 50S: from Milk Baby to Feudal Official

The north wind of the twelfth lunar month was like a knife, making the window paper of the adobe house in Chenjia Village "crack". Li Xiulan lay on the earthen kang covered with straw. The sweat on her forehead soaked the coarse cloth turban, and the painful moan squeezed out of her throat was half covered by the wind outside the window. "Harder! Try harder! The baby's head is coming out!" The midwife's loud voice penetrated the door. Chen Laoshi, who was squatting in the kitchen, suddenly stood up, and half of the corn cobs in his hands were crushed. He was a farmer who had just retired from the army and was eight feet tall, but at this moment he was as panicked as an unweaned baby - his wife and unborn baby in the house were his only thoughts in this life. "Wow——" When a cry that was not loud but powerful enough hit Chen Laoshi's ears, he almost staggered and threw himself at the door of the house. The midwife came out wrapped in a red cloth bag with a smile on her face: "Honestly, what a blessing! He is a boy, but he has lost a little weight. I just need to feed him more rice soup!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.