What is the name of Ye Changrui's novel Sunny Days?

On a sunny day, Ye Changrui's novel is called "Three-year-old Fu Bao was ruined by a group of people after fleeing the famine".

Three-year-old Fu Bao was spoiled by a group of people after fleeing famine. This is an ancient, sweet and romantic novel, originally written by a famous online writer. As of September 13, 2023, the novel is still serialized. The latest update time is September 1 1, and the latest update chapter is "Volume I, Chapter 3 16, which can't be done well".

Introduction: On the way to escape, a bag of grain was replaced by a female doll, and everyone thought that Ye Jia was crazy. But since the adoption of Xiaoqing, the life of the family seems to be dead. Birds lined up to be delivered to the door, and fish in the river scrambled to jump into the bucket. Other children are sallow and emaciated with hunger, but a group of cubs in Ye Jia are getting stronger and stronger.

Big Brother: On a sunny day, Big Brother will catch rabbits for you! Second brother: sunny day, the road is not easy to walk, second brother carries you! Three elder brothers, four elder brothers and five elder brothers: Who dares to bully Sister Qing? Ask us if our fists will answer first! This family likes sunny days. Who knows that when I arrived in Beijing, a great man came to the door: "This is my baby pimple!" Sunny day: "don't grab it, I promise to get wet."

Content excerpt:

I can hardly kneel on sunny days, but I dare not move. But her head is really dizzy and her body hurts. A few days ago, when the earthworm turned over, he blocked his younger brother with his thin body, but his head was smashed with a blood hole. When Mrs. Shan came to see her son's blood, she immediately slapped the sunny day aside and cried and cried to check if her son was injured.

After discovering that her son was fine, the kind lady grabbed incense ashes and pressed them on a sunny day to stop her bleeding. I was lying on the ground on a scrawny sunny day, and even my crying was much weaker than before. Mrs. Ye forbeared and forbeared, and finally could not help but say, "Good lady, you have come all the way from the desert. Who is not hungry?" The child only ate a few dried corn. As for fighting to the death! "