Fluent in Baby Talk, I Raised the Whole Seventies Compound

[Period Setting + Transmigration + Adorable Kids + Baby Talk + Military Family Compound + Raising Kids + Feel-Good Story + Lighthearted Daily Life]

Song Hebai missed passing the CET-4 English test by one point. So furious was she that she dropped dead and transmigrated.

The System asked what language she wanted. In tears, she said, “English.” The System replied, “Understood. Baby talk.”

She opened her eyes in 1975, in a military family compound somewhere in the north.

The original owner was an orphan who had come to seek refuge with a distant aunt. Living under someone else's roof, she had to watch their faces even at mealtimes.

Other people only heard babies crying, “Wah, wah, wah.” She heard:

“This swaddling cloth is squeezing my hands!”

“I'm not hungry, so stop force-feeding me! What's wrong with you adults?”

“It's too quiet, I'm scared. Put on some noise!”

The little boy at the regiment commander's home had cried for half a month, but she got him laughing in just three minutes.

The chief of staff's infamous twin terrors went quiet as mice whenever they saw her.

The hardest-to-handle kids in the whole compound behaved like sweet little dolls around her.

The wives nearly came to blows over whose turn it was to have her help, and even the division commander's wife had to show her respect.

A certain regiment commander gave her a cold look. “Are you sure you're only seventeen?”

Song Hebai timidly raised her hand. “...Yes. I'm just naturally good with kids.”

Years later, the college entrance exams were reinstated, and the country embarked on reform and opening up...

The children she'd once held in her arms and rocked to sleep grew up to become a general, a professor, and a business magnate.

“Aunt Bai, I'll never be able to repay you for raising me.”

Looking at the crowd of influential people from every walk of life before her, Song Hebai finally understood:

She hadn't been raising children. She'd been building connections.