The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 102 "A House of Glory"

Lin Zhao looked at Gu Chenghuai in surprise, wondering why her son's father hadn't mentioned it.

The man shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

During the day, the two boys might be secretive, perhaps out of pride, and wouldn't say anything when he asked. But when facing his wife, they were incredibly proactive.

After exchanging glances in an instant, Lin Zhao subtly withdrew his gaze and looked back at Erzai, asking curiously, "Why?"

"Is someone bullying you?"

She thought no one should bully Erzai; he had a fierce temper, and he also had Bangbang and the others—they weren't going to be bullied so easily.

who knew...

"Hmm." The second son puffed out his cheeks and nodded resentfully.

what?
Lin Zhao became increasingly curious.

He put down his needle and thread and asked earnestly, "Who bullied you?"

"How did you bully them?"

“If he did it on purpose, your father and I will fight back. We can’t let our second son suffer any injustice.”

The second child felt a strong sense of security, his little mouth wide open, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Lin Zhao, as if he were looking at the whole world, his heart and eyes filled with her.

"Mother, and brother too," he said coquettishly.

“Yes, and eldest son too. All four of you are the apple of your mother’s and your father’s eye.” Lin Zhao coaxed gently, her voice soft. “As long as it’s not your fault, your mother and your father will protect you. No one can let my little ones suffer.”

Erzai subconsciously looked at Gu Chenghuai, wanting to see if his father, who rarely smiled, shared the same attitude.

Gu Chenghuai noticed his wife tugging at his clothes. A smile flashed in his eyes as he nodded to his second son and said in a deep voice, "You were born from your mother's suffering, so of course I will protect you."

However, in his heart, his wife will always be the most important.

The second son was overjoyed.

Seeing the clever second son grinning foolishly, Lin Zhao reminded him, "You haven't told me who bullied you yet."

"Oh, oh." Erzai snapped out of his daze, his delicate and adorable little face serious, and said, "It's Cat Egg! He stole my and my brother's bird eggs!"

"Cat Egg?" Lin Zhao didn't like going out much after marrying into the village, so she wasn't familiar with the people there.

Gu Chenghuai sensed the unfamiliarity in his wife's words and explained, "It's the Ning family."

There is only one family in the village with the surname Ning, and they are a family of honor.

Cat Egg is the only son of that family.

Lin Zhao had heard Zhao Liuniang say a few words about it.

"How did Cat Egg steal your bird eggs? Did it snatch them from your hands?"

Erzai hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "He didn't snatch it from my hand, but we saw it first. While my brother and I went to call Bangbang, he climbed up the tree and snatched it first!" He was very angry.

Lin Zhao put the half-altered shirt to the side, looked at him seriously, and said, "Second son, this doesn't count as stealing."

"Everything on the mountain is unclaimed. It's always first come, first served. Just because you saw it first doesn't mean you can label it as yours. That's a bit domineering."

The child's expression froze, his little mouth pouting, looking a bit resentful and a little aggrieved.

She continued, "Let me give you an example. If one day I hunt a pheasant, and Changsheng's mother suddenly says that she saw the pheasant before and that it should be hers, should I give it to her or not?"

Chang Sheng's mother: I didn't do anything to you! (◣_◢)
The second son clenched his fists, his face flushed with anger, "No way! It was hunted by Mother! The pheasant belongs to Mother!"

Lin Zhao smiled, looking at him gently, and said nothing more, letting him think for himself.

The eldest cub seemed to be thinking, then looked up and concluded, "Cat Egg didn't steal our bird eggs, so the bird eggs should be his."

Erzai also turned around, and after a while, he said sullenly, "...I wasted my whole day!"

He muttered to himself, "Bird eggs are delicious. I finally saw some, and I want to roast them for my mother."

Lin Zhao's gaze paused slightly, and a corner of her heart suddenly sank.

"I've received your kind intentions." She ruffled her son's hair. Children's hair grows quickly, and Erzai's head was no longer prickly but rather soft. "I want to praise you both."

The twins looked over with shining eyes.

“You saw the bird eggs and didn’t try to climb the tree, which was very good of you. I’m even happier than when I ate the roasted bird eggs you gave me,” Lin Zhao said.

The eldest son smiled and promised, "We won't climb trees, play in the water, or go into the mountains. We won't do anything dangerous, or Mom will worry."

He was particularly worried about his mother crying; he didn't want her to cry, he preferred her to laugh.

Lin Zhao kissed each of the boys' foreheads, making the two little brothers look as happy as if they had drunk fake alcohol.

"Mom, I won't climb trees!" Erzai's voice rang out.

The eldest cub said, "Mom, the second cub and I wronged Cat Egg. Can we take Twisted Twist to apologize to him tomorrow morning?"

He loves fried dough twists so much that he can't bear to eat them himself, but when he apologizes to someone, he feels more sincere by bringing a valuable item.

Moreover, Cat Egg is so pitiful, even more so than when his mother didn't care about him. He has to work every day—gathering firewood, collecting leaves, digging wild vegetables, cutting pig feed, watering the vegetable garden, washing clothes, and taking care of his grandmother...

“Sure.” Lin Zhao not only had no objection, but was also very supportive. “Cat Egg’s family is a family of honor. Don’t bully them. You can’t bully them yourself. If other children bully him, you have to do your best to help him.”

The eldest son, chewing on a pencil stub, blinked his round eyes and suddenly asked, "Mom, what's a glorious family? Is our family a glorious family?"

Lin Zhao hurriedly spat a few times on the ground, saying, "Pah, pah, pah! Children say the darndest things, children say the darndest things!"

The older child spontaneously echoed, "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

He had seen the village women do this before; when children said something inappropriate, they would spit out their words.

The smile in Gu Chenghuai's eyes deepened.

"Do you remember the tunnel warfare that your mother showed you?" Lin Zhao asked.

The two identical-looking little boys nodded.

"Those who were knocked to the ground by bad guys and could never go home again while protecting our country, those heroes' homes are glorious homes." Lin Zhao's tone was heavy, and he patiently persuaded her.

"A family of honor is a family of heroes, which means that someone in that family gave their life to protect us. Therefore, we must respect them and help them as much as we can, understand?"

The twins noticed their mother's seriousness and nodded solemnly.

"Understood!" Two clear children's voices rang out at the same time.

Erzai suddenly hooked his arm around Gu Chenghuai's hand and said earnestly, "Dad, you must train hard in the future and defeat the enemy. We'll be waiting for you at home."

Gu Chenghuai felt a warm current coursing through his body, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Mmm."

The second son expressed satisfaction.

He looked at Lin Zhao again, his eyes as firm as if he were about to join the Party, "Mother, I will not bully the children of the glorious family, nor will I let others bully them. From today onwards, Maodan'er is my brother. Whoever bullies him is bullying me, and I will protect him."

"You also need to protect yourself," Lin Zhao reminded her.

"We know it."

The family chatted about trivial matters, while the twins slept soundly. Gu Chenghuai picked up the third and fourth children, gave the twins a wink, and told them to come out with him.

The second son pouted and whispered, "Dad, can my brother and I sleep with Mom tonight?"

Gu Chenghuai looked down at him; his tall frame made it seem as if a single finger could knock a child over.

"No," he said calmly.

"If it's not going to work, it's not going to work." The second son led his older brother outside, giving up decisively.

He wants his dad to teach him to swim again tomorrow at noon.

Lin Zhao's eyes were strange. "He just gave in like that?"

"He still wants me to teach him to swim," Gu Chenghuai replied to his wife.

"Then you must teach him well, and you must also tell him that he must never go into the water when there are no adults around." Those who drown are usually good swimmers.

"Don't worry, I know."

Gu Chenghuai sent the four children to the main house. Lin Zhao packed the clothes she was going to give to Yuan Xiang and casually pulled out a nightgown from the wardrobe.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a black cloth bag with patches, and driven by curiosity, she opened it.

—Three pairs of underwear were neatly folded inside, with several crooked patches sewn into the crotch area, the stitches as thick as centipedes crawling.

Lin Zhao was in a daze when the door creaked open.

She turned around, waving the 'masterpiece' in her hand, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You fixed this yourself?"

This is a rhetorical question.

Gu Chenghuai frowned, looking completely matter-of-fact. "Of course, can someone else mend your underwear?"

He doesn't have high demands for what he eats or wears, as long as he looks presentable.

As they spoke, the man drew closer. His gaze was fixed intently on his wife's slender fingers as she gripped the fabric, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He then grabbed her wrist and casually tossed the cumbersome patched clothes aside.

He pressed her against the wardrobe, his hot breath brushing against her ear: "Does your back still ache?"

Their intentions are obvious.

Well, I've been thinking about it again.

Lin Zhao tiptoed, wrapped her arms around Gu Chenghuai's neck, and gently bit the corner of his lip. "Come here."

Almost the instant she finished speaking, her body was lifted off the ground, picked up by the waist, and placed on the large bed.

A weight suddenly pressed down on me, and hot lips and tongue assaulted me.

...

The first rest.

Lin Zhao nestled in Gu Chenghuai's arms, her cheeks flushed.

She lightly touched the bulging veins on the man's neck with her fingertips, thinking that this man was indeed easily provoked. If she took the initiative even slightly, he would not be able to stop.

A hand with calloused skin moved across her shoulder blades, as if measuring some treasure.

“Zhaozhao, I plan to go back to the army to get sterilized,” Gu Chenghuai suddenly said.

Lin Zhao suddenly looked up, "Ligation?"

“Yes, you don’t like family planning products? I don’t like them either. Getting a vasectomy is a one-time solution,” Gu Chenghuai explained.

"No!" Lin Zhao said hurriedly, her brows furrowed with worry. "You're a soldier; your health is more important than anything else. Please don't!"

Gu Chenghuai kissed her forehead, his voice gentle with a hint of husky satisfaction from just finishing, "Don't worry, I won't joke around with my body, I'll ask around."

"It's good that you know what's going on." Lin Zhao trusted him.

"I made you some underwear. It's at the very bottom of the closet. Remember to find it tomorrow. Throw away all the old ones."

Gu Chenghuai always listened to his wife, saying, "Okay."

...

Lin.

Lin Heling sat on a cushioned wooden stool. On the table in front of her were a mortar and pestle, and in the iron box next to her was a piece that looked like a tree root.

Strangely enough.

It is a light blue, semi-transparent color with flowing silver patterns on its surface.

As it entered my nasal cavity, a scent that cleared my mind and instantly relieved all my fatigue washed over me.

"Can you smell it?" Song Xiwei asked after smelling the aroma from the side.

"Hmm." Lin Heling nodded, looking down at the object. "This thing should be extraordinary."

Song Xiwei only cared about one thing: "Is it good for your health?"

Having been ill for a long time, Lin Heling had become an expert and had tried many good medicines. He had a vague feeling that they were of great benefit. "They should be."

"Then what are you waiting for? Stop stalling! Or I can do it," Song Xiwei said eagerly.

Lin Heling pressed her hand down, "You rest, I'll take care of it."

He dared not let Xiwei do it; she was too strong. With a gentle tap, she shattered the agate mortar and pestle into pieces.

Song Xiwei also recalled the past, so she didn't insist anymore. She turned around, took out an enamel mug, put some honey in it, and prepared it.

Did Zhaozhao specify the degree of grinding required?

Lin Heling shook his head, his hands moving slowly and leisurely, exuding a relaxed and composed demeanor.

"Shisheng didn't mention it, so Zhaozhao probably didn't say it either. It's okay, we'll find out soon enough."

"Okay." Song Xiwei took out a fan and slowly fanned herself.

Lin Heling smiled slightly.

The piece of green root wasn't long, just a little bit. After being ground slightly, it turned into a light green powder.

He picked up the small spoon, scooped out half a spoonful, and poured it into the enamel mug.

Song Xiwei casually poured water.

The powder turns colorless instantly upon contact with water, and the startling smell disappears.

"It's lost its color." Song Xiwei was slightly surprised.

Lin Heling lowered her head and smelled it. "The scent has faded; only the honey flavor remains."

Song Xiwei poured the ground green tangerine root powder into a small porcelain jar, sealed the stopper, and locked it in a drawer. "Have you ever heard of this stuff?"

“I don’t remember it,” Lin Heling said slowly.

"Do you think that after you finish drinking this, it will remind you of something?" Song Xiwei's thoughts began to flow.

Lin Heling blew on the steam rising from the enamel mug, not in a hurry to deny it, but pondered it over, as Xi Wei reminded him.

When he first smelled that scent, the bluestone wall that separated him from his past memories seemed to tremble and loosen slightly.

"It's possible."

Song Xiwei was happy for her husband, "It would be good if he could really recover, then your head wouldn't hurt from time to time anymore."

"Mm." Lin Heling was looking forward to that day. If that day ever came, he would be able to do something for Xiwei. He was in such a sick state that he had no memory of the past. Fortunately, his wife did not mind.

Lin Heling suddenly remembered that Xi Wei had returned from outside before dark with a cold expression, and asked with concern, "What trouble has the Liu family caused this time?"

“The Liu family didn’t cause trouble, but I did,” Song Xiwei replied, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

She hates it most when people talk about her man.

The Liu family is courting death.

"...Is this my business?" Lin Heling knew perfectly well what was going on.

“What could possibly happen to you?” Song Xiwei denied it outright. “Nothing’s wrong. The son-in-law of the Liu family who works in the county government was dismissed for embezzling public funds. His family can no longer cheat people.”

This is still okay...?
Lin Heling smiled at Song Xiwei and said, "You wrecked the Liu family's house, didn't you?"

"I didn't smash anything, I just tore down his yard wall." The brigade leader came to persuade her, and she gave him face by not removing the roof.

Lin Heling didn't ask a single question about the Liu family's situation, only saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Xiwei thought to herself, she wasn't suffering, but the Liu family was suffering.

At this time, the Liu family.

Old Mrs. Liu sat on the ground, wailing and weeping, "That damned Song Meihua—"

Song Meihua was Song Xiwei's name before she changed it; everyone in the village called her by that name.

Upon hearing that she dared to curse even a tigress, Old Man Liu quickly covered her mouth.

"Keep your voice down. If you disturb the Lin family, you might lose your house beams. Do you really think the Lin family is easy to bully?"

Old Mrs. Song scratched a red mark on his face with her paw and scolded angrily: "...You can't even beat Song Meihua, what use are you!"

She looked at the destroyed courtyard wall and gritted her teeth in anger.

While munching on a cucumber, Liu's neighbor said, "You're plotting to mess with Zhao Zhao's father. If Mei Hua doesn't target you, who will she target? You've got some nerve! It's only been a few years, and you've already forgotten what kind of person she is?"

“You dared to tamper with someone else’s composition statement? Your family deserves this trouble,” another person said.

The old woman, who knew some of the past, looked disapproving.

“Liu family, it’s been decades, you’re married now, why are you still eyeing what you don’t have? I remember clearly, you begged Zhao Zhao’s father to be your live-in son-in-law… He rejected you without even thinking about it, why are you still thinking about it?”

Lin Heling was incredibly handsome in his youth, like a celestial prince from a play. Whenever he appeared, many girls would try to bump into him every day, and the Liu family was just one of them.

However, more than thirty years have passed, and those girls have long since let go of the past and are now living their own quiet lives. It's just that the Liu family is always secretly comparing themselves to Meihua...

The more she compared herself to him, the angrier she became, realizing she couldn't compete.

They even came up with a vicious plan to harm their fellow villagers.

The old man shook his head and sighed inwardly.

Let's see who dares to get close to her in the future.

When Old Lady Liu was exposed, she blushed and was about to retort when a young woman in her early twenties rushed in from outside.

As she ran towards them, she questioned them aggressively:
"Mom, what did you do? My husband lost his job?!"

I have a fever of over 38 degrees Celsius, so I can't update for now, my darlings. My whole body aches (﹏).