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

Chapter 154 "Planning"

Before Meng Jiusi could speak, Xiao Jingmo became anxious, grabbed her father's roughened hand, and shouted, "I want to stay with Dad. I'm not afraid of hardship."

The sound was loud, but it wouldn't disturb anyone else.

Hearing what her brother said, Xiaobai quickly added, "Me too, I'm with Dad too."

Meng Jiusi looked down at his two sons and remained silent.

Caught in a dilemma.

He wanted Momo and Xiaobai to follow him, but he hesitated because he knew his future was uncertain.

"Dad!" Meng Jingmo saw that Meng Jiusi didn't want her to stay, and with a tearful expression, she said pitifully, "Dad, I don't want to be separated from you. I can help you with the chores, please let me stay, Dad!"

Xiao Bai didn't say anything, but held tightly to her father's clothes with both hands, afraid of being left behind, her little face tense.

Meng Jiusi's voice was slightly hoarse, "Following me will be tough..."

“I’m not afraid of hardship!” Meng Jingmo said hurriedly, her eyes pleading. “I can dig for wild vegetables, I can gather firewood, I can do chores, I can do anything, Dad, I really don’t want to be separated from you.”

"It was really tough." Meng Jiusi's heart ached as she recalled the scene of being attacked by a crowd. Her brows furrowed and her lips turned white.

He was afraid those people would come back, and even more afraid that his son would see that scene.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Jingmo's expression was firm.

Lin Zhao didn't want her fourth brother to stay here indefinitely; he had excellent medical skills, and it would be a waste to leave him like this.

She had already thought of a way out for Meng Jiu.

—Rely on your abilities to find a powerful backer.

That is, the safest military region.

If Fourth Brother comes up with some medicine that the military needs and no one else can make, I don't believe the military region can't protect Fourth Brother!
"Fourth Brother, Momo and Xiaobai are terrified. They can't leave you for a while. Why don't you let them stay? You were just brought here, so there shouldn't be any changes in the short term."

She blinked. "By the time those people remember you, you might already be taking your hat off."

Meng Jiusi didn't take it seriously.

It's not that simple.

just.

Looking at his sister's smiling face, he felt his heart burning, and his eyes stung with tears.

It wasn't until his son was brought to his side that he truly understood how different it was to have blood relatives.

He's not alone after all!

Little Jingmo, quick-witted, realized her father was about to be persuaded by her aunt. She grabbed his hand and shook it, pleading, "Dad, I really want to be with you. If you don't agree..."

He thought for a moment, then gave a tearful look, "If you don't agree, I'll cry."

After the child, who had learned to be strong-willed after growing up, finished speaking, a blush quietly crept up his ears.

After saying all that, I still felt it wasn't enough, so I looked up at my gentle and kind aunt.

“My aunt said it’s okay and told us to stay. Please don’t send my brother and me away.”

Little Bai raised both of her little hands, rubbed her eyes, and cried out but didn't shed a tear.

"I want to be with my dad too, I want to be with my dad too."

Meng Jiusi was also reluctant to part with the children, but after hearing what the two brothers said, he finally agreed.

"...Alright, you can stay here for now."

He is no longer alone; he has someone to rely on.

Xiao Jingmo and Xiao Bai both smiled happily.

Knowing that Lin Shichang had just found a job in the city and would have to go to work the next day, Meng Jiusi didn't want to delay him any longer and said, "Big brother, Zhaozhao, you have to go to work tomorrow, go back and rest."

He wanted to say thank you, but knowing that his older brother and younger sister wouldn't like to hear it, he swallowed the words back.

Lin Zhao had something else to say to her fourth brother.

He turned to Lin Shichang and said, "Big brother, you go back first. I need to talk to Fourth Brother."

Lin Shichang glanced at Lin Zhao, somewhat curious about what she wanted to say, but didn't press her for details. He nodded and instructed Meng Jiusi to take good care of himself and his two nephews, and not to forget to pass on messages to him if needed.

Meng Jiusi agreed to each and every one of them.

Xiao Jingmo waved to her uncle, "Goodbye, Uncle."

Little Bai imitated his older brother, his voice soft and sweet, "Goodbye, Uncle~"

Lin Shih-chang smiled.

I felt a surge of emotion.

As expected of a child from the capital, he is both refined and polite.

Dad will be pleased to see this.

Watching Lin Shichang leave, Meng Jiusi withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Zhao with a questioning look in his eyes, "Zhao Zhao, is there something you want to say?"

Lin Zhao reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright green object.

It looks like... what kind of seed?
Lin Shichang was even more puzzled.

A month later, when he learned about the effects of the substance and recalled the scene, he felt a mix of indescribable emotions—fear and relief.

How could Zhao Zhao carelessly put such a precious thing in her pocket? What if she loses it?!
Lin Zhao spread his hands, a smile on his face, his tone casual.

"Fourth Brother, these are seeds of a magical herb that I got from an old Taoist priest. The old man was very mysterious, saying that this herb can cure broken bones and shattered bones, and can cure any bone problem. Could you help me plant them?"

Meng Jiusi took it and examined it, but couldn't tell what kind of herb seeds they were.

He was somewhat ashamed, "I've studied medicine for so many years, yet I couldn't recognize what kind of herb seeds these are."

Lin Zhao: It would be strange if Fourth Brother could recognize it; this thing is extremely rare... (Another world)
"The old Taoist also said that after it grows, the herb will become invisible when exposed to light and will appear at night. It grows long and thin, emits a firefly-like light, and has no smell." Lin Zhao recalled what he saw when he drew the Iron Bone Herb and explained it to his fourth brother.

Stealth?

It even glows?!

Every word felt unfamiliar to Meng Jiusi.

even.

It feels absurd.

Is this referring to herbs?

He had never heard of such a thing.

Meng Jiusi wondered if Zhao Zhao had been deceived.

The doting older brother, unwilling to disappoint his younger sister, agreed without changing his expression, "...I'll give it a try."

Lin Zhao could naturally see the emotional fluctuations of her fourth brother, from doubt to hesitation to entanglement, and finally to resignation.

She suppressed a laugh.

"Fourth Brother is the best!" Lin Zhao praised, then urged again, "You must help me grow it. I spent a dollar on it. If nothing grows, I'll be so upset."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiusi was almost certain that Zhao Zhao had been deceived.

He sighed quietly.

"...I will try my best."

"Fourth Brother is so good." Lin Zhao poured another bowl of sweet talk into him, then, thinking of the news of Third Brother's injury, his expression turned serious. "The army sent a telegram saying that Third Brother injured his leg. I don't know how serious his injury is, but I think... we should prepare as soon as possible. Third Brother really likes being a soldier, and I don't want him to be sad. Fourth Brother, even if there's only a sliver of a chance, we should give it our all, right?"

"Moreover, if those herb seeds are real, wouldn't those soldiers who have injured their arms or legs have a better chance of survival?"

She knew the herb seeds were real, and if they grew, it would be a wonderful surprise.

Fourth Brother doesn't know.

It's necessary to boost Fourth Brother's confidence in planting.

Meng Jiusi originally thought that Zhao Zhao was just a little girl playing around, but she never expected that she would think so much and so deeply.

He immediately felt ashamed.

He underestimated his sister.

The young man became serious. "I will do my best." Lin Zhao smiled. "I believe in Fourth Brother."

Meng Jiusi carefully put away the magical grass seeds, then caught sight of Gu Chenghuai and said, "Brother-in-law is here. Let's go home and get some sleep."

"You two should go to bed early too." Lin Zhao waved to him, smiled at her two nephews, and ran towards Gu Chenghuai.

Once his sister and brother-in-law were out of sight, Meng Jiusi led his two sons back to their residence.

By the moonlight, Xiao Jingmo and Xiao Bai looked around at the dilapidated courtyard where they would be staying. Their faces showed no disgust, only anticipation.

"Dad, is this where we live?" Little Bai's soft voice rang out.

“Yes, the conditions are tough. Are you afraid?” Meng Jiusi looked down at his two sons.

Xiao Jingmo shook her head, "I'm not afraid, I can endure hardship, and I'll learn to do chores."

Xiao Bai: "I can endure hardship and do hard work!"

Meng Jiusi's heart softened.

Inside the house, Old Master Meng had already gone to bed. He vaguely heard a familiar voice, paused for a moment, lifted the thin blanket with several holes, slipped on his straw sandals, and hurried out the door.

"How did the old man hear my great-grandson's voice...?"

he said loudly.

The moment the words left his mouth, he opened the dilapidated wooden door.

Then I actually saw two great-grandchildren.

"Jingmo? Guangbai? It really is you!" The old man's voice rang out in surprise and delight. "How did you get here?"

Grandpa Meng was kind to both Xiao Jingmo and Xiao Guangbai; both children were fond of him and quickly ran over.

“Great-grandfather,” Jingmo called out happily, answering his great-grandfather’s question, “My uncle’s comrades brought us here.”

Grandpa Meng had sharp eyesight and noticed the marks on his great-grandson's face. He frowned and looked unusually serious. "What happened to your face?"

Jingmo told her great-grandfather about the inhumane things Yuan Jia had done.

Grandpa Meng was furious; his face, which looked aged from exercise, turned ashen.

Yuan family.

Looking at his two suffering great-grandchildren, the old man's face was full of heartache. "You've suffered so much."

He felt deeply disappointed in his granddaughter-in-law, who couldn't even protect her own son.

He used to think that Yuan Qin was a good-natured and hardworking girl, but he never knew that she couldn't handle even the smallest things!
Jingmo didn't want to talk about the past. In his young mind, the moment he left the capital with his younger brother, he had nothing to do with the Yuan family anymore.

If he gets to go back, he must fight back!
"Great-Grandpa, I brought our family's acupuncture needles!" Jingmo changed the subject.

Grandpa Meng was pleasantly surprised.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Meng Jiusi with his old eyes.

Meng Jiusi took out the bag containing the needles. "Here it is."

After checking, Grandpa Meng found that none of the items were missing. His face was full of wrinkles as he smiled, and his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration as he looked at his great-grandson.

"Jingmo has really given great-grandfather a huge surprise. What a good child, what a good child. Thank you, great-grandfather."

He patted Jingmo's head, his face full of satisfaction.

"The Meng family's ancestral needle has been brought back into my hands. I was afraid that the Meng family would lose this tradition. Now... even if I were to die now, I would have the face to face my ancestors!"

Meng Jiusi didn't want to hear these ominous words, "Grandpa!"

"Alright, alright, Grandpa won't say anymore."

Upon entering the house, Xiaobai was still full of energy, its dark eyes scanning the room.

The walls were earthen, the beams were wooden, the bed was broken, and the paint on the wooden chest was peeling. There was a clothes rack by the door. Everything was very simple. There was a wooden rack against the wall with small winnowing baskets on it, which contained herbs.

It looks poor, but at least it's not messy.

Meng Jiusi pulled her two sons to sit down. "You two sit down first. I'll go boil some water. You two can take a bath later. Just make do for tonight. Your aunt will come another day, and I'll ask her to get you an old bed."

Jingmo said sensibly, "Dad, it's warm now. We can take a cold shower without boiling water, which is too much trouble."

He had heard from his twin brother that firewood was used for boiling water and cooking in the village, and that firewood needed to be collected.

"No trouble at all, it'll be ready in a minute," Meng Jiusi said with a smile. "I'll boil some water and make you both some malted milk powder."

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up, "Malted milk powder?"

He used to drink malted milk powder every day, but ever since his father was arrested, he hasn't had a drop. His mother gave all his malted milk powder to his older brother Jinbao, sob sob.

“Yes, malted milk powder, it was a gift from your aunt,” Meng Jiusi said.

After he finished speaking, he walked out.

"Great-Grandpa, I'm going to help Dad start the fire."

Jingmo left those words behind and followed closely behind Meng Jiusi.

Xiao Bai ran a few steps, then caught sight of Grandpa Meng out of the corner of his eye, slammed on the brakes, and turned back.

He accompanied his great-grandfather.

Grandpa Meng patted his great-grandson's head. Jiu Si and these two children were enough to soothe the wounds that had been inflicted on his heart by the declaration of severance from his own children.

His life wasn't a failure, was it?

Jingmo didn't know how to start a fire, so Meng Jiusi taught him step by step. After he learned how, Meng Jiusi asked him to add a piece of firewood from time to time, while Jingmo found a chipped earthenware pot and filled it with soil.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jingmo asked curiously.

With Dad by his side, the sharp edges on the child suddenly disappear, leaving only the child's unique innocence and cuteness.

This does not mean that Jingmo has forgotten the harm that the Yuan family caused him. He just keeps it in his heart and will still retaliate in kind when the opportunity arises!
Meng Jiusi was unaware of Jingmo's ulterior motives.

He replied, "Grow medicinal herbs."

"Hmm?" Jingmo's voice was full of confusion.

"Only one herb?" He looked at the earthenware pot his father was filling with soil, his little expression strange.

"Correct."

Jingmo asked another question, "What should we plant?"

Meng Jiusi never fooled his son.

He patiently explained, "It's a seed I've never seen before; I don't even know if it will sprout."

"Dad, let me help you water the plants." Jingmo offered to do the work.

Meng Jiusi smiled, "For now, watering once a day is fine."

He had never seen a seed before, and he was completely ignorant about what kind of growing environment it needed, so he could only observe and explore.

"it is good."

Meng Jiusi dug up some soil, poured some water into it to make the soil in the ceramic pot slightly damp, and then buried the magical grass seed in the soil.

On the same night.

When Mr. and Mrs. Gu learned of Meng Jiusi's identity, the elderly couple remained surprisingly calm.

No wonder...

Mr. Gu waved his hand casually, "I know, I'll keep an eye on it."

Because Mr. Qiao was acquainted with the people at the foot of the mountain, and none of them were bad people, so keeping an eye on them secretly was fine. Now that he knew the third son's wife's older brother was among them, he had to take even better care of him.

"No wonder my in-laws came to the brigade, it turns out it's because of this." Mother Gu realized belatedly, "It's not easy for them."

They are parents themselves, and they know what it feels like to have your child stolen—it's absolutely maddening.

"Thank you for your trouble, Father and Mother. Please be careful not to be discovered," Gu Chenghuai calmly reminded them.

Mr. Gu was very confident, speaking the most arrogant words in the calmest tone.

"Don't worry, when your mother and I were digging tunnels to trap the Japanese, you weren't even born yet! Putting aside everything else, avoiding other people... there won't be any problems."

Who among people his age hasn't experienced a life of hiding and running? And who hasn't killed Japanese soldiers?
It's ripe.