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

Chapter 139 "Growing a Spine"

Meng Jingmo had no intention of going back.

He's not the kind of child who forgets punishment after being given a good meal.

"I'm not going back. That's not our home anymore!" The child didn't know how he said those words, only that his throat hurt as he spoke them.

“Xiaobai, Mom values ​​Grandma and Uncle more than us. She can’t protect us. If we stay in that house, we’ll be beaten to death sooner or later. We can’t go back.”

He was able to endure hardship and wasn't afraid of being beaten, but he was afraid that his uncle and Yuan Jinbao would beat his younger brother, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to protect Xiaobai.

Meng Xiaobai didn't want her brother to get beaten, so she said in her childish voice, "Then we won't go back. I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with my brother."

The four-year-old child loves to rely on his older brother the most.

Meng Jingmo hugged his younger brother, the prickly little man softening, "I'm not afraid either."

He promised his father that he would protect his younger brother.

...

When Yuan Qin returned to the family dormitory, no one paid any attention to her. Everyone knew that the two children from the Meng family had been driven away by the Yuan family, and they all looked at her with disdain.

That's the look you give someone with intellectual disabilities.

Yuan Qin wasn't stupid; she could sense it. Feeling awkward and unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, she lowered her head and quickly went upstairs to go home.

"The two children in Dr. Meng's family are so pitiful."

"Who says otherwise? I saw Jingmo's face covered in bruises this morning. I don't know how Yuan Qin could be a mother, letting her son be humiliated by her own family. And she even cooks and does laundry for them! Has she lost her mind?"

"If you ask me, it's better that Jingmo and Xiaobai don't come back. They'd be bullied even more if they went back to that house."

Another person held the opposite view: "How can they not come back? They're both under twenty years old combined. They have no jobs, no money, and no food. What will they eat and drink outside? It's okay when it's hot, but what will they do when it's cold? Are they just going to freeze? Besides, that's the Meng family. Why should outsiders benefit from it?"

She was someone who hated evil and wanted to send a letter of complaint, but she didn't know if it would be of any use.

Yuan Qin was unaware of her neighbors' gossip. When she got home and opened the door, Old Mrs. Yuan's sinister voice rang out, "Where are those two little beasts?"

Not seeing the Meng brothers behind Yuan Qin, she curled her lips in a malicious smile, like a wicked witch from a fairy tale, "Knowing you've caused trouble, you dare not come back?"

"Let me tell you, Yuan Qin, this matter won't be over until they kneel down and apologize!"

To dare to flip a table at such a young age, you've got some nerve! Do you really think this is still the old days?
Yuan Qin frowned and explained on behalf of her son, "Mom, Jinbao went too far this morning. How could he throw the cornbread on the ground and order Jingmo and Guangbai to pick it up and eat it..."

"Enough!" Old Mrs. Yuan, too lazy to listen, angrily retorted, "Jinbao is your own nephew. He was beaten by your brat last night, why didn't you feel sorry for him? Are you even a member of the Yuan family?! If you don't want to be my daughter, let's go to the newspaper and have a statement severing all ties between us!"

She always knew how to handle this daughter.

Old Yuan remained silent, his eyes filled with disappointment as he looked at Yuan Qin, as if she had said something outrageous.

Yuan Qin's face turned pale. "Mom, I don't want to! Dad, please persuade Mom not to sever ties with you."

Her parents' home is her home, and she cannot sever ties with it.

A smug glint flashed in Old Lady Yuan's eyes, and her expression softened slightly.

“You are my daughter, and I can’t bear to part with you. If you are obedient, we will always be a loving family.” She paused, and taking advantage of Yuan Qin’s overwhelming emotion, continued, “Jinbao is the only son of the Yuan family. You are his aunt, so you have to take good care of him. If you raise your nephew well, he can support you and take care of you in your old age.”

Her eyes flickered, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her cloudy eyes, as she coaxed, "Those two brats of yours, they've been spoiled rotten by their father. Haven't you noticed that they don't respect you? They're not close to you at all! What can you expect from them?"
Don't think Mom is being harsh on them. It's all for you. If it weren't for you, why would I bear this stigma?

Yuan Qin is easily swayed; as soon as she hears her mother speak softly, her mind wanders away from home. "I know, Mom, I've caused you worry."

“But Jingmo and Guangbai are my children. It hurts me to see them suffer. You can teach them, but please don’t hit them. They are still young.”

Old Mrs. Yuan was displeased, but she said dismissively, "If they hadn't been disrespectful to me, why would I have hit them?"

After saying that, he got angry and glared at her fiercely, "It's all because of you and that stinking old man Meng Jiusi who spoiled her!"

Yuan Qin was still terrified because of her husband's situation. Even though the incident had only recently passed, she remained trembling with fear, lowering her head and not daring to utter a sound.

She is a person without judgment, unable to even distinguish right from wrong. When others insult her man, she doesn't even have the will to refute them, only feeling ashamed.

Old Mrs. Yuan ignored Yuan Qin, and gritted her teeth as she thought of Meng Jingmo who had overturned the table.

That brat needs to go hungry for a few meals, until he's too weak to run wild again!

Having made up her mind to loosen up the Meng brothers' bones, the old woman didn't want Yuan Qin to go find them. She thought she would let them wander around for a few more days and suffer a bit.

That's good!
Yuan Qin was unaware of this yet. After dinner that evening, when she suggested going to find the two children, Old Mrs. Yuan frowned and disapprovingly stopped her from leaving.

She couldn't withstand the pressure from her elderly mother, the emotional abuse from her father, and the sarcastic remarks from her younger brother and sister-in-law. In the end, she gave up searching for her children, which made Meng Jingmo completely heartbroken towards her. As a result, she lost her last chance to win back her sons and never saw them again for many years afterward.

She tossed and turned in bed, tears streaming down her face, but in the end, she didn't dare to go against the wishes of her family.

That night.

Looking at the starry night sky, Meng Jingmo expressionlessly swatted a blood-sucking mosquito, his face grim.

That person didn't look for him and Xiaobai.

They didn't even ask a single question.

He had guessed it, but a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart.

did not expect……

She still disappointed him.

Meng Guangbai felt uneasy, "Brother?"

The older brother snapped out of his daze, the coldness in his eyes fading. He patted his younger brother's head, his expression resolute. "Little brother, I will definitely take you to find Dad!"

As soon as he spoke, Yun Jian's words popped into his mind, and he began to think of a solution.

If he doesn't go home, he'll have to support his younger brother.

He had plenty of money, enough for himself and his brother to eat.

but.

My father said that money can be a powerful motivator.

It is very dangerous for a child to hold gold.

He can't openly spend money.

After Grandpa's accident, someone tried to lure him with candy, hoping to swindle him out of the Meng family's ancestral silver needles and medicine prescriptions. The person thought he was young and easy to fool, but unfortunately, he was not. The person failed several times.

Meng Jingmo didn't believe that person would let him off easily; he had to be careful.

Another issue is that he doesn't have a ticket, so he has to find someone to exchange it with, and he has to find someone he trusts.

Remembering that he had once saved a child whose older brother was involved in the black market, he thought he could try to trade with him...

In a short period of time, he thought about many, many things.

Meng Guangbai asked, "Brother, can we really find Dad?"

"Yes, I can. I'll ask around, don't worry." Meng Jingmo hugged his younger brother, holding a sharp piece of wood in his hand to fan away the buzzing mosquitoes. His tone was solemn and serious. "Don't be afraid, I'll definitely think of a way."

"Go to sleep, you have things to do tomorrow."

Starting tomorrow, he will have to find a way to support himself and his younger brother.

The little boy had a serious expression.

Meng Guangbai nodded, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness. "My brother and I will figure something out together."

My brother smiled. "Okay, let's think about it together. Go to sleep now. Do you want a story?"

Meng Guangbai's face lit up with joy. "Is that alright?"

It was pitch black all around, and there were pitiful cat cries; he was a little scared.

“Okay.” Meng Jingmo told his younger brother a story, a short story that their father had told him.

With his older brother's voice accompanying him, Xiaobai was less afraid and soon began to snore.

Little White's brother's embrace is the safest and warmest harbor.

The next morning, the two boys saw each other's faces covered in mosquito bites and burst into laughter. Their clear, joyful laughter carried far, as if they had returned to the past.

Looking at her younger brother's smiling face, Meng Jingmo realized that her brother hadn't smiled in a long time since their father passed away.

My younger brother, who used to be like a little sun, has become so timid.

The Yuan family deserves to die!
...On the other side.

Go back to the previous day.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yunjin delivered Lin Zhao to the oxcart on time.

"Sir, what time are you leaving?"

An elderly man with white hair and beard, missing a few teeth, looked at him and said, "Four o'clock."

"So late!" Song Yunjin blurted out.

In that case, his sister will have to wait for almost an hour.

The old man said, "It's not too late. My precious cow rarely comes out, so I have to make sure it earns its money back, otherwise I'll lose out."

Seeing that Song Yunjin, a decent city dweller, was still polite, he said a few more words, "The people from the brigade haven't been to the city for a long time. If they want to buy all the things they need at home at once, they have to go to several places. It's only right that they wait a little longer."

Song Yunjin expressed her understanding, "Oh, I see. Then we'll have to wait a while."

Seeing an ice cream stand nearby, he ran over and bought three.

The first one to be given to Lin Zhao.

"Sis, have an ice cream to cool down."

Lin Zhao took it and ate it. It was creamy, slightly sweet, and very cold.

Song Yunjin offered the old man another cigarette, her face beaming with a smile. "Grandpa, please cool off a bit. My sister and I are going to the recycling station, but we'll try to be there on time. If we're late, could you please wait a little while?"

"Okay!" the old man readily agreed.

Even if he didn't offer me an ice cream, I would wait as long as he said so, not to mention that this young man was so polite.

"thank you."

I never imagined he'd be eating popsicles at his age! It's a pity I can't leave them out; if I could, I could take them home for my grandson, and he'd be so happy.

The old man was reluctant to part with it, and this was evident on his face.

He tentatively licked it, hissed at the coldness, and laughed awkwardly, "It's so cold!"

"So it's very effective at cooling you down," Song Yunjin said with a smile.

"Grandpa, we're off now, but please wait for my sister!" he emphasized again.
The old man waved the ice cream in his hand, "Don't forget, if I forget you I'll have to pay for the popsicle!"

Song Yunjin was amused, "How could that be?"

Just as they were about to leave, the old man saw that they had a lot of things in their hands and offered, "If you trust me, you can put your things on the oxcart and I'll watch over them for you."

Song Yunjin looked at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao ate her ice cream and gave Yun Jin a look, "Since the old man has already offered to help, leave it here and save a spot for him."

The old man's expression was one of approval.

This girl doesn't look like someone from the countryside; she seems experienced and even knows how to reserve a spot.

Song Yunjin glanced at his sister, said nothing, and obediently put the things up.

The old man said, "Don't worry, with me here, I guarantee that nothing will be missing, not even a single rope."

Lin Zhao chuckled, his expression one of admiration and respect. “You are an old hero who fought the Japanese with a slingshot. Your reputation for integrity and uprightness has spread throughout the various brigades. Of course, I trust you.”

The old man was surprised.

It's surprising that a younger generation still remembers his past.

He licked away the melted ice water with a devout and earnest expression.

The idea of ​​cherishing food is ingrained in his very being.

"This is nothing. Back then, there were countless people like me. I'm nothing special."

Lin Zhao thought to herself, "If the country is full of people like this who dedicate themselves silently, how can it not become strong?"

The original book states that in forty or fifty years, the Chinese National Congress will have grown to an unbelievable level.

The grass is no longer greener on the other side.

At that time, the country was strong and the people were prosperous.

The elderly have support, and the young are cared for.

The broken backbone of the Chinese people has grown back and stood upright, with unyielding spirit that will last forever.

She really wanted to see this scene soon.

I also hope...

Those who have contributed to the country can also see it.

Song Yunjin noticed that his sister's lips were curled up the whole way, and that smile contained excitement, as if something had ignited it, and her whole face was glowing. He asked curiously, "Sis, what are you laughing at?"

"Do you believe me when I say that once our four kids start working, our country will become one of the world's leading powers?" Lin Zhao's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes filled with laughter, and her lips curved into a smile.

"..." Song Yunjin's lips twitched, and he wanted to touch his sister's forehead.

Is he still half asleep?
How could that be!
He thought to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Sister, I know you love this land deeply, but we can't be blindly confident."

Lin Zhao became serious. "How about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Song Yunjin was very cooperative. His sister said he would react even if a banknote fell on the ground and made a louder sound than a coin.

"Whatever you say you want to bet, we'll bet." Lin Zhao shrugged, not caring much; she would accept anything.

Song Yunjin thought for a moment, "If what you said comes true, I will give you three turns and one sound; if it doesn't come true, you give me three turns and one sound."

Looking at Lin Zhao, he noticed that his sister's expression was somewhat complicated, so he added, "Of course, if the 'Three Turns and One Ring' (a type of ancient Chinese stringed instrument) becomes outdated by then, we should give each other something of equal value, how about that?"

Lin Zhao laughed herself to death.

Nobody will use radios anymore. People will use cell phones, which are palm-sized, very convenient, and can do everything. Everyone will have one.

Sewing machines are even less commonly used.

Not many people use watches.

Bicycles became the tools of the poor, while the rich drove cars reserved for leaders.

"……Row."

Song Yunjin thought his sister's smile was strange, but didn't investigate further because it was time to leave.

He stepped forward, gave the staff a few candies, and led his sister inside.

"Sis, what are you looking for? I'll help you."

Lin Zhao came to find medical books for his fourth brother, but he couldn't let him do it. He casually said, "No need, I'll just look around. You help the four kids find some. I'm planning to have a bookshelf custom-made for them after the new house is built. We still need a lot of books. You can find whatever you like, storybooks, magazines, picture books, reference books, anything will do."

Song Yunjin believed it to be true, agreed, and happily went to find the book.

He had boundless energy to search for the four children.

Lin Zhao went to another shelf to look through things. She didn't rummage around randomly since the shelf had been carefully organized. She looked through it very carefully and put the suitable items aside.

She really did get a bargain.

There was a medical book covered with a magazine cover, and inside it was full of various medical prescriptions, clinical cases, and medication experiences.

It seems to belong to a famous doctor; it's very old and precious.

Lin Zhao quietly put it into her storage ring.

This greatly encouraged her.

She was thrilled and continued flipping through the pages.

During the subsequent search, Lin Zhao found two more useful books, which pleased her greatly.

Three books, that should keep Fourth Brother occupied for quite a while, right?
Thinking of my fourth brother inevitably brings to mind my two nephews, Jingmo and Guangbai. I wonder how well Gu Chenghuai's comrade-in-arms has found out?