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

Chapter 127 "My Suspended Heart Died"

The Song brothers left with the four Gu children, and the living room became much brighter.

"Zhaozhao, Chenghuai, have some tea." Aunt Song greeted them warmly, offering them candy and watermelon.

Lin Zhao took a leisurely sip of tea.

Uncle Song laughed, "You haven't tasted the tea you gave me, have you?"

"No." Lin Zhao shook her head with a smile. "I know my uncle loves tea. I just got a can of tea and thought I'd give it to you. I didn't even smell it, let alone taste it."

Whether these words are true or false, they are still heartwarming.

Uncle Song looked pleased. "I know you're filial."

Lin Zhao put down his teacup and became serious. "Uncle, I have some good news to tell you, but don't get too excited."

"What?" Uncle Song looked suspicious, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Is it...

Is Zhaozhao pregnant again?
Thinking of this, her brows furrowed into several small knots, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Gu Chenghuai.

Gu Chenghuai: “?”

Lin Zhao, unaware of her uncle's suspicions, spoke in a serious and earnest tone, her face tense, "Uncle, I've found my fourth brother!"

Boom——

The sound of my brain exploding.

Uncle Song stood frozen in place, his ears ringing, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

He stared intently at Lin Zhao, his voice strained, "Zhao Zhao, who did you say?"

He must be hallucinating!

"Your fourth brother?" Uncle Song's voice was almost split open.

Lin Zhao nodded seriously, "Yes, that's my fourth brother."

Suppressing his excitement, Uncle Song leaned closer to her, his voice urgent, "Where is your fourth brother? How is he? Is he healthy? Is he married? Does he have children...?"

He had so many questions that needed answering, and a string of questions came out of his mouth.

Lin Zhao raised her hand and made a gesture indicating that this matter needed to be kept secret.

He didn't speak loudly.

“My fourth brother was sent to our village for education. He has some issues with his identity and his foot was injured, but he’s okay. He knows medicine. I’ll bring him the acupuncture needles tonight, and he can heal himself.”

Before her uncle could ask, she continued without leaving any room for doubt: "My fourth brother is married and has two children, but he is divorced. The children live with their mother in the city. We didn't ask any more questions. I will inquire when we are more familiar with each other."

Seeing Lin Zhao's expression, Uncle Song knew that Xiao Si was in a bad situation. After she finished speaking, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.

It's true.

The ingredients are contaminated.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

"People safe is good."

He had seen the people who were sent to various brigades, and they were in a really bad state. Some of them had nothing in their hands except for the clothes they were wearing, and their eyes were numb and dull, like wandering souls.

"Zhaozhao, if Xiao Si needs anything, just tell me and I'll get it ready."

Lin Zhao laughed and said, "Uncle, have you forgotten that I work at the supply and marketing cooperative? I can get a lot of things."

Uncle Song smiled indulgently, "I know you're capable. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Of course I won't be polite," Lin Zhao said confidently.

Uncle Song's smile deepened as he patted the top of her head, a gesture that was both helpless and comforting.

He hadn't seen Zhaozhao much in the past few years, and he was afraid that they would become estranged.

"Chenghuai, thank you for your help with Zhaozhao's work," Uncle Song said with a smile.

Gu Chenghuai helped his niece find a job, which really earned him points.

"Thanks to you for supporting Zhaozhao's schooling, she's a high school student and it won't be hard for her to find a job." Gu Chenghuai was very modest and didn't think he was anything special. He believed that while the platform was important, personal ability was even more important.

If it weren't for his wife's extensive education and the fact that she's been pampered by her uncle, making her bright, confident, and generous, she wouldn't have been able to handle that job.

Uncle Song smiled and didn't say anything more.

There are many highly educated children, but so many junior high school graduates are unemployed. Isn't it because they don't have connections? This society is complex yet easy to understand. Having personal ability is icing on the cake, but if you don't, it's okay. You can rise if you have the opportunity.

"Zhaozhao, how is your father's health?"

Lin Zhao sipped her tea and smiled, "It's great. My dad is taking the new medicine and his health is gradually improving. My mom says he can sleep better at night now, and she takes him out for a walk every afternoon."

"Being able to sleep and walk means she's really better." Uncle Song was relieved. He knew all too well how good his sister and brother-in-law's relationship was; they had been together day and night for decades, and neither of them could bear to be apart from the other.

Lin Zhao thought of her courtyard house on East Street, moved closer to Uncle Song, and looked at him expectantly, "Uncle, can you find a craftsman to renovate the courtyard?"

"Why are you asking this?" Uncle Song asked, puzzled. "Isn't your family building a brick house? What are you renovating?"

"I was referring to my courtyard in the county," Lin Zhao explained, a slight smile playing on her lips, before stopping and waiting for her uncle to ask more questions.

"You have a courtyard house in the county?" Uncle Song was puzzled. "Which courtyard house?"

Lin Zhao spoke slowly, "It's on East Street, very dilapidated, and no one has lived there for a long time. That courtyard ended up in my hands. I wanted to renovate it, and my parents told me to ask my uncle, saying that my uncle knows many people and would help me."

Aunt Song recognized the courtyard and asked in surprise, "The one facing the street?"

"Yes, Auntie knows?" Lin Zhao looked at his aunt.

"I know, that courtyard was coveted by many people before, but the street office staff turned it away. I never thought it would fall into your hands." Aunt Song was happy for Zhao Zhao. "You're really lucky. That courtyard is quite large, with a good orientation and layout. After the renovation, it will be more comfortable to live in than an apartment building."

She didn't ask Lin Zhao how she got it. Since Zhao Zhao could ask Lao Song for help, there must be no problem with the property rights.

Hearing his wife's opinion that the courtyard was nice, Uncle Song said, "Zhaozhao, Chenghuai, take me there this afternoon. I want to see it in person first, and then I'll help you find someone. If you have any opinions, please tell me, and I'll write them down. I promise to handle it for you smoothly."

He is meticulous in everything he does, and he must be even more careful about his niece's yard.

Gu Chenghuai poured hot water into Lin Zhao's cup, his voice low and gentle, "I have no objection, I'll listen to Zhao Zhao's every word."

Uncle Song frowned, thinking that he didn't care about anything.

Before he could say anything, Lin Zhao said to Gu Chenghuai in a light tone, "You're in charge of buying bricks and glass, finding someone to dig a well, and oh yes, you also need to install electrical wires. I want lights, I want new furniture, and I want a sofa..."

She made a series of demands.

Gu Chenghuai listened carefully and took notes. "Okay, you don't need to worry about it, I'll handle it."

Considering that his wife would be bored at home alone when he returned to his unit, he suggested, "Would you like a TV?"

Uncle Song realized he was overthinking things, and his expression relaxed. Whether the kid was faking it or not, at least he had some good intentions.

Lin Zhao didn't notice the change in her uncle's expression; his eyes gleamed. "You can get TV tickets?"

Seeing the gleam in her eyes, Gu Chenghuai understood everything. "I'll think of a way."

He went back and wrote a letter to ask Yun Jian if he could get his hands on it.

Television.

This was an era when owning a radio was enough to make you the envy of the surrounding villages.

Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment, "Isn't this too high-profile?"

"We won't be high-profile. Every penny of our family's money is earned honestly, so there's nothing to worry about," Gu Chenghuai reassured her.

He appeared calm and composed, showing no sign of apprehension.

"It must be expensive, right?" Lin Zhao felt a pang of regret. It must have cost several hundred, right?
Gu Chenghuai's expression remained unchanged. "It's alright. Money is meant to be spent. As long as you're happy, any amount of money is worth it."

Lin Zhao moved closer, hugged his arm and shook it, "Since you've said that, then I want a TV."

She knew the plot of the original book, knew that televisions would change from black and white to color, and knew that televisions would become bigger and clearer, but these were just concepts in her mind. In fact, she had hardly ever watched a black and white television.

"I'll buy the tickets as soon as I get them. I'll make inquiries and try my best to get them before the courtyard in the county town is renovated," Gu Chenghuai assured him.

"Great! I'm already looking forward to it." Lin Zhao's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Looking at the smile on her face, Gu Chenghuai wished he could immediately bring the television to her.

Uncle Song remained silent, increasingly satisfied with Gu Chenghuai, clearly seeing how the young couple usually interacted.

He's at ease as long as Zhaozhao is doing well.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

The Song brothers came in with their four children.

Except for the twins, everyone else was holding up white ice cream.

Song Yunjin handed one ice cream to her sister and brother-in-law, saying, "Sister, brother-in-law, have some ice cream to cool down."

Song Yuncheng then gave the money to his parents.

"Why are you buying it for me again?" Aunt Song slapped her son's shoulder, and Song Yuncheng exaggeratedly grinned.

She said resentfully, "Mom, you know my sister's problem. If I leave you out, she'll definitely beat me up."

Gu Chenghuai raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhaozhao with surprise.

Lin Zhao's murderous gaze flew towards Yun Cheng, "Song Yun Cheng, do you want to get beaten up!"

She raised her fist, the size of a sandbag, with a threatening expression.

Song Yuncheng reached out and pulled his hand across his mouth, his face full of pleading, "I was wrong, I'll shut up."

The little person inside me is crying so loudly.

He wasn't wrong.

He used to use the money from selling his homework to buy ice cream, but he didn't buy it for his mom because he thought she didn't like ice cream. His sister chased him down and beat him up. His sister was so strong that she beat him until his arm was swollen!
Song Yuncheng apologized in time, but Hengbao had already heard his words.

The child, licking an ice cream cone, glanced over curiously and asked, "Mom, did you hit people when you were little?"

Song Yuncheng: Go ahead and hit me! Why don't you hit me? I have a terrible temper and I'm very formidable.

Lin Zhao glanced at Yun Cheng, her gaze gentle, her expression warm and her temper incredibly good. "Your uncle made a mistake, so I'm disciplining him."

Yu Bao looked obedient and said, "Mommy, I won't make any mistakes."

Upon hearing this, Hengbao looked at his brother with a serious expression, "Brother, everyone makes mistakes, that's what Grandpa said."

Isn't it too much to say that we won't make any mistakes?
Yu Bao, being a clever little devil, quickly changed his tune and said in a pleading tone, "Mom, if we make a mistake, you can tell us first. If we don't correct it, then you can spank us, okay?"

Uncle Song saw and heard all this and thought the two boys were really smart.

Lin Zhao took a bite of ice cream, sipped it in her mouth, swallowed it, and glanced lightly at Yun Cheng.

Song Yuncheng avoided her gaze, but met Yun Jin's sympathetic look, and felt a pang of heartache.

Yes, it seems he wasn't wrong; his sister's eyes did indeed have murderous intent.

Lin Zhao's voice was gentle, "Okay, I'll give you a verbal warning first."

If all else fails, slap his butt.

The twins were relieved.

Seeing Lin Zhao eating so quickly, Gu Chenghuai said with concern, "Zhao Zhao, don't eat so fast, or you'll get a stomachache."

Then he looked at the twins, "You two too."

The twins were still too young to eat anything too cold, so Yu Bao let them each lick a little bit, and then wouldn't let his younger siblings eat any more, and casually shoved the bottles into their hands.

Qianbao didn't fuss. He sat on the sofa, holding his little bottle and drinking his milk obediently.

Yao Bao didn't want to drink milk, she wanted to eat ice cream. Seeing that her little brother wasn't crying, she rubbed her teary eyes, obediently took her little pink bottle, and started drinking milk.

Hengbao winked at Yubao, leaned closer, and whispered in his brother's ear, "See? I told you that once you got Qianbao on your side, Yaobao would have a hard time catching up with you."

Even a loud-voiced child can whisper loudly, and the words can be clearly heard by everyone.

Even Yao Bao, the person involved, heard it. The little dumpling frowned and puffed out her cheeks.

Uncle Song and Aunt Song couldn't stop laughing.

Hengbao is such a lively character.

Gu Chenghuai said, "Be a good boy and eat your ice cream."

"Oh." Hengbao chuckled as he ate his ice cream.

Worried that his sister would be bored, Song Yuncheng tossed aside the popsicle stick and suggested, "Sis, do you want to go ice skating? My treat."

After Lin Zhao finished her ice cream, Gu Chenghuai took the small wooden stick from her hand, wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, and then beckoned to the twins to come over. Yu Bao and Heng Bao walked over with smiles and extended their hands.

"Ice skating? If I remember correctly, wasn't the ice rink closed down?" Lin Zhao looked at Song Yuncheng.

"It was closed, but I don't know why it reopened." Song Yuncheng wasn't interested in delving into the reasons why the skating rink had closed and reopened. "Sis, let's go have some fun while it's still open. If it closes down completely or is converted into something else, we won't have a chance to go anymore."

Lin Zhao hadn't been out for fun in years and really wanted to go. "Okay, let's go!"

Song Yuncheng clutched his chest, leaned back on the sofa, and feigned heartache, "There are only six people in your family, your wallet is going to be empty!"

Everyone was amused by his appearance.

Yu Bao asked, "Mommy, what is ice skating?"

"I know, I know," Song Yunjin said proactively. "Wearing shoes with wheels and sliding on the ground, you can slide a long way in a flash, understand?"

Yu Bao's little mind couldn't imagine it, so she tried hard to find a similar alternative, "Is it the same as skiing?"

"...More or less," Song Yunjin said.

Yu Bao frowned. "I don't like snow. It's too cold when it snows. My hands and feet are cold, my face and ears are cold, and my hands and feet are itchy."

They were cold because their cotton-padded clothes were old and not warm enough, and they didn't have hats, scarves, or gloves, so they must have been cold outside.

Lin Zhao felt both guilty and heartbroken. She hugged her son and said, "It won't be cold this year. I'll make you new cotton-padded clothes, hats, and gloves. With these, you won't be cold when you go out to play in the snow."

Every child looks forward to wearing new clothes.

Yu Bao nestled obediently in her mother's arms, her face beaming with a smile.

He said, "Mom needs a new cotton-padded coat too."

Lin Zhaoxin almost melted, "Your mother and father both have them, our whole family has them."

The twins grinned.

Song Yunjin then realized that Yu Bao and Heng Bao used to have frozen hands and feet in winter. She looked at her aunt and said, "Mom, don't I have two old cotton-padded coats? I can take them apart, fluff the cotton inside, and make cotton-padded coats for Yu Bao and Heng Bao."

“You don’t need to tell me, I’m doing it,” Aunt Song said.

She started working on it a while ago, but it was slow and took half a month to finish. She's in the final stages now.

Song Yunjin put her arm around Hengbao's shoulder and looked at him arrogantly, "Hurry up and thank me. With the clothes your mother promised to make for you, you'll have two cotton-padded coats now."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Hengbao said earnestly. "When I make a lot of money in the future, I'll buy you a new cotton-padded coat too!"

Song Yunjin didn't take it to heart and laughed, "Okay, I'll wait."

(End of this chapter)