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

Chapter 135 "Healing the Foot"

"Look, these mosquito-repelling herbs my fourth brother gave me!" Lin Zhao waved the leaves in his hand. "He said they can be put in a small cloth bag to keep mosquitoes away. I plan to make a few more and give one to everyone who attracts mosquitoes."

Gu Chenghuai nodded. "Okay."

"Fourth Brother doesn't have much to do these days except raise pigs and work in the fields. I think if things continue like this, it will be difficult for him to improve his medical skills. I'm planning to find him some medical books. What do you think?" Lin Zhao asked with a smile.

Gu Chenghuai's cold gaze paused slightly, "Medical books?"

He said calmly, "It's hard to find now."

"I'm not in a hurry. I'll try my luck at the recycling station from time to time. It would be great if I could find something cheap, but it's okay if I can't." Lin Zhao was very easygoing and indicated that he wouldn't force it.

Gu Chenghuai knew he couldn't stop her, so he didn't, only saying, "Be careful."

"Ah."

When the couple arrived at the Gu family's house, the people listening to the radio had dispersed, and a group of children were playing at the door, running around and shouting so loudly they could lift the roof off.

He has a lot of energy.

When Yu Bao saw his parents, he said to his friends, "My parents are back. I'm going to go back to take a bath and go to bed. We'll play again tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he led his younger brother and sister toward Lin Zhao.

"Mom, did you go up the mountain?" Yu Bao's clear eyes were full of suspicion.

Lin Zhao denied it, saying, "No, I was just wandering around at the foot of the mountain."

Yu Bao looked completely incredulous.

But he has no evidence.

Before she could say anything more, Lin Zhao wiped the sweat from the foreheads of her four children, saying, "You're all sweaty and stinky from running around!"

The child's attention was diverted, and he took a half step back, shyly picking at his hands, and whispered, "I won't smell bad after a bath."

Lin Zhao brought the children home, stood in the yard, and said, "Yu Bao, Heng Bao, Qian Bao, let your dad give you a bath, and I'll give Yao Bao a bath."

Hengbao was unhappy and grabbed her clothes, looking displeased. "No, I want Mommy to wash me."

He glanced at Gu Chenghuai resentfully, "Dad is so strong, he almost rubbed off a layer of my skin. Mom, mind your own business, let Dad wash my sister."

"Gu Chenghuai, teach your son a lesson!" Lin Zhao said, picked up Yaobao, and went back into the house.

There was only one shared bathroom in the house, so she took her daughter back to the room to shower.

Hengbao was afraid of getting his father to scrub him in the bath, so he hurriedly tried to run away, but Gu Chenghuai picked him up around the waist and gently slapped his bottom.

"Too delicate." The man frowned.

Hengbao stood stiff as a stick, full of indignation, "I'm not delicate, I'm a man, I'm not delicate!"

He repeated it several times.

Before Gu Chenghuai could answer, the child, as if his temper had flared, shouted, "You spanked me! My mom has never spanked me!!"

"I'm going to tell my mother!" Hengbao glared angrily at his father, his face turned towards the house where the third branch of the family lived, and shouted, "Mom, save me! Your little one got spanked by a bad guy!"

Inside the house, Yao Bao grabbed Lin Zhao's hand, trying to walk out, "Brother, brother..."

"Your brother is just playing around. Mom will give you a bath, and then it's time for bed," Lin Zhao coaxed softly.

Yu Bao and Heng Bao didn't scrub themselves when taking a bath, they just rinsed them with water. She could see the black mud in their bath, so she asked Battalion Commander Gu to scrub them.

Yao Bao yawned, stopped fussing, opened her arms, and asked her mother to take off her clothes.

"Good boy/girl." Lin Zhao praised.

The little dumpling gave a cute, adorable smile, hugged her mother, and snuggled up to her, overjoyed.

In the courtyard, Hengbao's voice didn't call out for his mother, but it did call out for his grandparents and Tiechui.

Iron Hammer had already taken off his pants and was about to get into bed when he heard his good brother's cry for help. He rushed out of the house, shouting, "Hengbao, I'm here! Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"

After meeting his uncle's calm, unwavering eyes, the child slammed on the brakes, as if someone had choked him, and he could no longer speak.

"Li Bao, please help me! Step on my dad's foot and make him put me down. I don't want him to give me a bath!" Heng Bao struggled and shouted.

Iron Hammer wouldn't dare.

He dared not approach his third uncle.

but.

His good friend is asking for help, and the righteous young man can't just turn a blind eye.

Clench your little fists.

Take a step forward with courage.

He spoke to his third uncle in a trembling voice, trying to negotiate.

"Third, Third Uncle." He was so nervous he forgot to breathe, his face flushed. "Hengbao is afraid of pain, could you... could you be gentler?"

Gu Chenghuai: "..."

He didn't use any force.

Before him stood his trembling nephew. The stern-faced officer rubbed his temples helplessly and said, "...Okay."

Yu Bao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.

He also felt that his dad's back rubbing was very painful, sob sob.

Qianbao has never been rubbed by his father before; he is quiet and innocent.

"Go to sleep," Gu Chenghuai said to Tiechui, and took the three kids to the bathroom.

Fill the container with water.

The man's gaze swept over his three sons.

"Who comes first?"

Hengbao took a step back. "I'll be last."

Yu Bao felt that as the eldest brother, he should be brave and set a good example for his younger brother, so he said, "I'll go first."

He was quickly stripped naked and thrown into the bathtub.

Gu Chenghuai began to make his move.

He was a soldier, and he valued efficiency in everything he did. He grabbed his eldest son and gave him a good rub.

Yu Bao's face turned red with pain, but he bit his lip and didn't say anything.

"Brother, does it hurt?" Hengbao asked.

"...No, it doesn't hurt."

Hengbao believed it to be true.

When Yu Bao got out of the bathtub all red, he frowned as he put on his pajamas. When he was being scrubbed, he felt a burning sensation and, like an eel, dodged Gu Chenghuai's hands, crying out incessantly, "It hurts, Daddy, be gentle! I'm not a cutting board, your hands are too heavy! Mommy doesn't do that!"

Gu Chenghuai stopped, annoyed by his excessive talking, and looked at him with displeasure. "Too talkative."

"My mom told us to make requests whenever we want!!" Hengbao said, looking unhappy.

"..." He knows to use his mother to pressure him now.

"Do you still want to wash?" Gu Chenghuai asked casually.

He felt that taking care of children was the most tiring job in the world, bar none.

"Wash, Dad, can you be a little gentler? It really hurts! You've scrubbed my whole body red!" Hengbao said. "I take a bath every day, I'm clean and don't have any dirt on me!"

"So much trouble!" Gu Chenghuai frowned and complained, pulling the person over gently. "Even your brother didn't say it was too harsh."

Yu Bao: "..."

Hengbao protested, "You made my brother look like he's been boiled in a pot!"

"Shut up," Gu Chenghuai said.

“Aren’t mouths meant for talking and eating? I’m not mute, so why do you complain that I talk too much, Dad? Grandpa even called you a taciturn person!” Hengbao snorted.

Feeling another burning sensation in her arm, she loudly complained, "Dad, you're hitting me too hard again!"

Gu Chenghuai withdrew his hand. "Alright, you can wash it yourself."

Hengbao stepped back, keeping a distance from his father, and said, "I'll wash it myself if I want."

Gu Chenghuai ignored the second son and took Qianbao to wash the youngest child.

The twins looked at their younger brother with sympathy.

Yu Bao couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Dad, Qian Bao is even smaller than us, so you need to be a little weaker and don't make him cry."

Qianbao blinked her long eyelashes and said in a cute, childlike voice, "I won't cry."

Gu Chenghuai patted his youngest son's head and said, "Say something if it hurts."

The little dumpling nodded gently.

The twins, dressed in short sleeves and shorts, gathered around and looked at their younger brother.

The baby in the bathtub was fair and tender, round and cute, like a large glutinous rice ball.

Hengbao looked at his younger brother and, mimicking his father's pleased and satisfied tone, said, "You've gotten fatter."

Yu Bao pinched his chubby belly and smiled, "We've gotten fat too." "Hehe," Heng Bao laughed heartily, "It's good to be fat."

Gu Chenghuai: "..."

After giving the four kids a bath and sending them out, the dad also took a quick shower himself.

Back in the room, the four children surrounded Lin Zhao on the big bed, clamoring to hear their mother tell them a story.

"Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight," Hengbao said to Lin Zhao sweetly.

Lin Zhao also missed the children and nodded in agreement, "Okay, go get your little pillows and tell your grandparents too."

Yu Bao's eyes lit up, and she pulled Heng Bao out of bed. "Let's go get it."

The twins wanted to get out of bed, but Lin Zhao grabbed them and said, "Let your brothers help you get it."

“Yes, we’ll go get it. Qianbao and Yaobao, don’t come down!” Yubao said to her younger siblings.

Qianbao smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

My younger sister likes to imitate her older brother and says thank you too.

The twins chuckled and ran off to get their little pillows and blankets.

That night.

The four kids slept in the same bed with their parents, rolling around happily before falling asleep.

Gu Chenghuai saw the children pestering Lin Zhao, wanting her to tell them a story. He glanced at them with a cold gaze and said gently, "Your mother has to go to work tomorrow morning, so I'll tell you one."

Neither of the twins liked listening to their dad tell stories. He told them in a flat, monotonous way, which was not interesting at all. He also did not interact with them. He insisted that they lie upright and not open their eyes. He was so domineering!

Qianbao and Yaobao are young and don't have many demands. Qianbao, in particular, lay very obediently with his little hands on his belly and his bright eyes looking at his father.

Gu Chenghuai raised an eyebrow at the twins, "Is there a problem?"

Yu Bao and Heng Bao immediately lay down and pulled over a small blanket to cover their tummy.

Gu Chenghuai lay on the outermost side, blocking most of the light, and began to speak in a low voice, "Once upon a time, in a small mountain village, there was a boy who had several brothers and sisters..."

Upon hearing this opening, Lin Zhao's lips curled up.

Laugh to death.

I used to tell her this story, and now I tell the kids the same story. The father of this child hasn't improved at all.

It's true that he says he can't tell stories.

Gu Chenghuai paused when he saw the smile on his wife's lips, which made Hengbao open her eyes and eagerly ask, "And then, what happened after that little boy found the army?"

“…Close your eyes,” Gu Chenghuai said.

"Okay." Hengbao obediently closed her eyes.

A deliberately lowered, deep male voice sounded again.

Lin Zhao listened to the familiar story and drifted off to sleep.

After his wife and children fell asleep, Gu Chenghuai quietly got up, took a bag of things, and went to the foot of the mountain.

He knocked gently on the door, the knock sounding one long and two short.

Meng Jiusi was sitting in the courtyard when he heard the sound and opened the door.

She glanced behind Gu Chenghuai and asked, "Zhaozhao isn't here?"

"She went to sleep first; she has to go to work tomorrow morning," Gu Chenghuai explained, handing the bundle he had brought to his fourth brother-in-law.

"Fourth Brother, this is something Zhao Zhao asked me to bring to you."

"Thank you, you've gone to so much trouble." Meng Jiusi sincerely thanked her and took the bag.

Gu Chenghuai didn't linger; he delivered the items and left first.

Meng Jiusi watched his retreating figure leave, locked the courtyard gate, and limped into the house.

He shared a room with Old Master Meng, with the Lin family secretly helping him. There were two wooden beds in the room.

Grandpa Meng had already taken a nap, but woke up immediately when he heard the door open.

“I’m back,” he said.

Meng Jiusi said apologetically, "Did I wake you up?"

"I'm tired from sleeping, so I'll rest for a bit and then go back to sleep later," Grandpa Meng said with a smile.

"..."

Meng Jiusi sat down, opened the large bag, and first saw three red candles. He hesitated for a moment, then lit one with a kerosene lamp and blew it out.

The room suddenly lights up.

Grandpa Meng got out of bed, walked over, and sat on another broken wooden stool.

He knew that Jiu Si needed to have his foot treated tonight. He was getting old and hadn't been able to hold needles since last year, so he couldn't treat his grandson himself. But he had a wealth of theoretical knowledge and could still teach Jiu Si.

Meng Jiusi, unaware of her grandfather's thoughts, took out one item from her bag after another.

Small iron pots with nicks and rims.

Two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

A can of malted milk powder.

Two cans, one with meat and one with fruit.

Two ounces of brown sugar.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, soap.

Two sets of summer clothes to change into, and two pairs of cloth shoes.

Five pounds of finely ground coarse grains, half a jar of oil, and some cooking seasonings.

There was also a stack of newspapers.

Five mung bean cakes.

Grandpa Meng was shocked to see so many good things on the wooden table with the broken leg.

How can it not be a good thing?

They had everything in the capital, but things are very different now. They don't even have towels to wipe their faces and bodies. They lack everything.

Meng Jiusi's eyes were full of tenderness. "My sister and my uncle prepared it."

Lin Shichang also came by during the day, without anyone knowing, and brought him some daily necessities.

Grandpa Meng was happy for his poor grandson, saying, "Your family is very good."

“Yes, they are all fine.” Meng Jiusi was quite talkative in front of his grandfather who raised him. “My sister said that my family will make us thick cotton-padded clothes. Grandpa, we don’t need to worry about not making it through this winter.”

Grandpa Meng laughed, "Grandpa is benefiting from your success."

Of all his many children and grandchildren, only this adopted grandson was truly devoted.

"Grandpa, have some mung bean cakes," Meng Jiusi said. "These mung bean cakes were made by my uncle. After he heard that I was coming back, he asked Zhaozhao to bring me a few. Grandpa, Zhaozhao said that the mung bean cakes are very soft and crumbly. You eat them, I'll go boil some water."

After saying that, he went out to boil water.

The moon was high in the sky, and the courtyard was not dark. He boiled water, washed his feet, changed into new cloth shoes, and went back into the house. He first poured half a bowl of water for his grandfather, then sat down by his bed and began to treat his own feet.

Grandpa Meng held up a candle to light the way for his grandson.

"Go ahead and stab me. I'll let you know if there are any problems."

"Okay." Meng Jiusi believed him.

My grandfather started learning traditional Chinese medicine when he was old enough to understand things, and he became a master before he was twenty. He practiced medicine for decades and held a high position in the medical field. Even if he could no longer perform acupuncture, his medical experience was still a valuable asset.

In the candlelight, Meng Jiusi turned his head seriously and swiftly and decisively planted his foot on the ground.

His foot injury looked serious, but it was actually much less serious than people imagined. After a few stitches, his toes, which were twisted to an unbelievable angle, slowly returned to normal.

Grandpa Meng stroked his messy, gray beard, his cloudy eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Well done," he praised.

Meng Jiusi wiped the sweat from his forehead, his smile clearly visible in the candlelight.

"The needle set that Zhaozhao gave me is very different."

Grandpa Meng smiled and said, "Use it well in the future."

He looked at the needlework; it resembled a technique that had long been lost.

Meng Jiusi nodded solemnly, "I will."

Grandpa Meng was very pleased. He had taken Jiu Si in because of his talent and his magnanimous and benevolent heart. Now it seemed that he had not made a mistake.

just.

I wonder if the grandson can keep the Meng family's ancestral needles hidden.

The grandson he was thinking of wasn't his biological grandson, but rather Jiu Si's two sons.

It doesn't matter that the needle couldn't be hidden; it just means that the Meng family's fate with it has arrived...