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

Chapter 249 "Unless a bad news report is received"

The moment he fell, his waist creaked and cracked.

Old Zhao tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through his lower back, and he fell back into the mud pit.

The wind was cold, the rain was chilly, and he felt utterly unlucky.

They hated Zhao Liuniang to the core.

He was hurling insults and profanities.

"You good-for-nothing, unfilial wretch, taking advantage of your in-laws to respect me, your father. Just you wait, you'll get what's coming to your mother sooner or later..."

After cursing for a while, Old Zhao's tattered cotton-padded coat was completely soaked, and he was so cold that his upper and lower teeth chattered together.

Only then did he remember to call for help.

"Is anyone there? Help! Help me!!!"

Old Zhao shouted, but with such heavy rain, no one would come out. Even if someone was on their way, they would just hurry by. The sound of the rain was so loud that no cries for help could be heard.

Unable to call for help, Old Zhao had no choice but to find a way to save himself. He climbed up little by little, at a snail's pace.

He eventually climbed out and took shelter under a sturdy tree to avoid the rain.

Old Zhao was soaking wet, shivering from the cold, and his mind was foggy.

He was lucky; someone passed by before he passed out.

The man wearing a straw hat stopped in his tracks when he saw a figure under the tree. It was rather startling to suddenly appear on such a rainy day.

Fortunately, he was brave enough.

Reciting revolutionary quotations, the man mustered his courage and stepped forward.

Old Zhao sensed someone was there and awoke from his daze, his gloomy eyes gleaming.

"Save me, save me."

He grabbed the man's trouser leg and pleaded with him.

It was a human life, after all. Without saying a word, the man took off his straw hat, put it on Old Zhao's head, and carried him on his back.

Old Zhao had a back injury, and even the slightest movement caused him to cry out in pain.

"Be gentle, my back!!"

The man moved quietly, thinking to himself, "This is troublesome."

Out of consideration for the old man, he didn't say it aloud, but instead asked loudly, "Where do you live?"

Old Zhao said the name of the brigade.

Upon hearing that they were going the same way, the man's tense expression relaxed.

"It's raining so hard, why are you out in this heavy rain?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Gu remembered the things he had plundered and struggled to get up.

“My things, my things…” he shouted anxiously.

The young man carrying him stopped, wiped the rain from his face, and asked irritably, "What is that?"

The straw hat was given to Old Zhao, whose hair was completely wet and icy cold. He longed to go home and warm himself by the fire.

“These are the things my daughter gave me as a filial gift,” said Old Zhao.

"With this heavy rain, who cares about anything else? We need to get home and take shelter from the rain!" the man shouted.

At this moment, he regretted stepping forward.

This guy is such a pain!
"No, these are my things!" Old Zhao struggled violently.

Unable to catch him, the young man had no choice but to put him down. Determined to see the rescue through to the end, he went down into the ditch to find what the old man had mentioned.

Luckily, he had waterproof urea bags tied to the legs of his shoes, otherwise he wouldn't have gone down into the ditch.

There are limits to helping others.

Being young and strong, the young man hauled the contents of the canal up.

“Is this it?” he shouted.

The rain intensified, and large raindrops fell on people's heads, making them dizzy.

“Yes.” Old Zhao pulled it to his side.

The young man carried him on his back again, walking towards the brigade step by step through the mud.

The rain had been falling for a while, and the dirt road was completely wet. It was easy to sink in when you stepped on it, and it was very difficult to pull your feet out. He was also carrying a person who was soaking wet on his back, making the journey even more difficult.

The young man's face was wet; he didn't know if it was from rain or sweat from exhaustion. He just kept walking forward, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

Thick earthworms sprouted from the dirt road, and toads hopped freely.

There was no one on the road, and it stretched as far as the eye could see.

The young man gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Old Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "You have to have a son, it's so good to have a son."

His terrible experience in the Fengshou Brigade flashed through his mind, and his bark-like face wrinkled up.

youth:"?"

He didn't speak, and walked with difficulty.

Fortunately, he was used to heavy work and was strong enough to carry a person on his back, moving forward step by step.

Time passes.

The young man's hair was soaked, and his jacket was also drenched in water.

We finally arrived at the brigade where the troublesome old man was.

"Which way do you go to your house?" the young man asked loudly, turning his head.

Old Zhao was almost asleep when the noise woke him up.

He pointed in a direction, somewhat confused.

"Keep moving forward."

Young man: "..." This is a real old man.

He resigned himself to his fate and continued walking forward.

It's so rare to see someone come and go in such a hurry.

He quickly called out to the person, his voice still hoarse.

"and many more!"

The person running home suddenly stopped and looked over. "What are you doing?"

The rain was so heavy that we had to howl to talk.

Through the rain, I couldn't see any figures.

The young man stepped forward and took shelter under the eaves from the rain. He put Old Zhao down and said with a sigh of relief, "This old man is from your brigade, right?"

As they got closer, the villagers recognized Old Zhao's familiar face.

"Yes, this is Grandpa Zhao from our village. What happened to him? Did you hit him?" The man looked at the young man suspiciously.

The young man's eyes widened. Just as he was about to say something, a glint of light flashed in Old Zhao's cloudy eyes. He clutched Old Zhao's wet cotton coat and shouted, "Yes, this is the man who hit me!!"

"It's so pitiful that at my age, I was pushed into the ditch and my back was pulled. Ouch, it hurts so much..." he howled.

The young man was dumbfounded.

froze in place.

I couldn't recover for a long time.

He turned to look at Old Zhao, his expression serious. "Grandpa, you must be mistaken. You fell into the ditch yourself, and I saved you."

"No, you pushed me," Old Zhao emphasized. "My back is injured, you have to pay me compensation."

The young man was shocked.

No, wasn't he doing a good deed? How did he suddenly become the perpetrator?!
He really had a lot of swear words he wanted to curse.

"I didn't push you. You fell when I was passing by." The young man was relatively calm, thinking that the old man had a bad memory.

"You're the one who pushed me! If you didn't push me, why would you carry me back? It was you! You have to pay me back, or you're not leaving!" Old Zhao clung tightly to his coat, acting like a scoundrel.

The commotion outside startled the people inside. The family put on their rain gear, rushed into the rain, and came to the door.

"What's wrong? What happened? Why are you standing here in this heavy rain instead of going home?"

The young man who witnessed the farce truthfully recounted the current situation.

The man who had just come out looked down at Old Man Zhao, who was lying on the ground, and asked, "Were you really pushed?"

Old Zhao was very angry. He straightened up, wanting to argue with him, but before he could get up, he cried out in pain.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

He gasped and said, "If he didn't push me, how could I have fallen? He's the one who pushed me."

The young man hurriedly said, "I didn't push you! How can you be like this? I kindly carried you back, and you're accusing me! How can you be like this? Isn't this a real-life version of the farmer and the snake? I'm the farmer, and you're the heartless snake!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and with a sudden effort, he pulled his leg back from the restraint. Old Zhao's back was in severe pain, so he dared not exert any force.

He shouted to the villagers, "Quickly, stop him! Make him pay! At least... at least five yuan. He pushed someone; he's not leaving without paying!"

Old Zhao had a terrible reputation, and the villagers didn't know whether to believe him or not.

At the critical moment of hesitation, the kind-hearted young man angrily punched Old Zhao, ripped off his straw hat, and ran away.

They didn't even return the things that Old Man Zhao had taken from his own daughter.

The young man shouted as he ran, "No good deed goes unpunished! You old bastard, you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!"

When Old Zhao saw that he had taken his things, he slapped his thigh in panic, "My things—!"

But all they saw was that figure disappear quickly.

He glared angrily at the villagers, "What are you all standing there for? Go and arrest him! He took my things!!"

The village lad said, "That person ran so fast, and the rain was so heavy, you'd be covered in mud with every step, how could we possibly catch him!"

The owner of the house nodded, "Yes, they're not easy to catch."

In reality, he was only half-convinced by what Old Zhao said.

This unscrupulous old man is probably trying to extort money from that young man.

It's absolutely rotten to the core.

They can't let kind-hearted people feel disheartened, so they won't pursue it, no matter what!
"Forget it, consider those things a thank you gift. After all, they brought you back," he said.

Old Zhao was so angry he almost collapsed.

"That's my daughter being filial to me!" He lay on the ground, running a fever, his face flushed as if he were drunk, and his eyes were red as well.

Filial piety?!
Those present sneered inwardly.

Was it stolen?!
"What can we do? They've already run away." The young man shrugged, his words irritating. "We don't even know which way they ran, how are we supposed to chase after them? We don't even know that person. What else can we do besides give up?"

As he spoke, Old Zhao's head throbbed with blood, and his fever spiked so high that he collapsed.

"Oh dear, what should we do?" The young man was terrified when he realized he had angered Old Man Zhao to the point of fainting.

The homeowner squatted down, pinched Old Zhao's philtrum, and felt that he was still very hot. He exclaimed, "He has a fever!"

They lifted Old Zhao up, took him back, took off his wet clothes, covered him with that smelly, tattered quilt, and boiled some herbs for him to drink.

"Should we call a medic?" the young man suddenly asked, remembering that Old Zhao had mentioned having a back injury.

The other person shook their head in response.

The other party's words were solemn.

"With such heavy rain, where are we going to find sanitation workers? And even if we do hire them, who will pay for them? Will you pay?"

The young man quickly shook his head, "...Why should I pay? I don't have any money."

The person who spoke gave him a look that said, "You think you can hire a medic with this?" He shook his head, put on his straw hat, and slowly walked away.

Seeing him leave, the young man closed the door and quickly left as well.

As a result, Old Zhao's back injury was completely delayed.

When I woke up the next day, I couldn't even get out of bed.

Surprisingly, he couldn't move his lower body at all.

He had endured a difficult night, his face was ashen, and he was no longer as energetic as before, looking like a skinned jackal.

He shouted.

Throwing things.

It doesn't work.

His daughter was abused by him and was not close to him. Except for the New Year, she never visited his home.

The neighbors are all at home, so who can hear him?

He's a terrible person, and nobody visits his neighborhood.

Old Zhao twisted his body, fell off the bed, crawled to the door, reached for a wooden stick, and began to knock on the door.

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

One after another.

Finally, someone heard them and knocked on the Zhao family's door.

"Old Zhao?"

Old Zhao burned all night and didn't even get a sip of water; his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak clearly.

He tried to speak, but failed.

Keep typing.

The person knocking on the door was puzzled.

After hesitating for a while, I pushed open the door and went in.

Seeing Old Zhao lying on the ground covered in mud, he hurried over and asked, "Old Zhao, what happened to you?"

Old Zhao couldn't speak, and pointed to his waist.

The person who came had a good relationship with him, so he told him to wait and called his son over to help Old Man Zhao to bed.

He then instructed his son to call the medic.

At that time, medical workers were almost always trained for several months before starting work, learning while treating patients.

Given Old Zhao's serious condition, the medic was naturally unable to handle it.

He didn't treat the patient haphazardly; he prescribed some fever reducers and pain relievers and advised the patient to go to the county hospital.

Old Zhao was reluctant to spend the money he had painstakingly saved, but now he was thinking of his daughters.

……

The moment Zhao Liuniang learned the news, a dark thought popped into her mind.

Why didn't he die from the fall?

Do you want to live and ravage them?
God is truly blind!
Zhao Liuniang made an excuse to send the messenger away, pretending she knew nothing, and went about her own business.

Yu Yu is still young, and Lai Mei is injured; how can she leave?

Lin Zhao heard about this from Gu's mother.

"Second sister-in-law, aren't you going back?" she asked.

“No,” said Gu’s mother. “Lai’s sister was bullied like that. If she goes back, she’ll be a fool. Your second sister-in-law said she’ll act like she has no family from now on.”

Unless someone from the village reports the death, they will not set foot in the Zhao family's house again.

"Hmm." Lin Zhao didn't say anything more.

It seems that my second sister-in-law is quite sensible.

Gu's mother was called by Lin Zhao to sew quilts. She was quick and efficient, and a quilt was already sewn up in the blink of an eye.

"Where should I put the sewn-up pieces?" she asked.

Lin Zhao stepped forward and said, "Give it to me. I'll put it in the cabinet and take it out when it gets colder."

Gu's mother folded it neatly and then handed it to her.

After her daughter-in-law left, she said to Yu Bao and Heng Bao, "Your mother really cares about you. Look how thick that quilt is, it weighs six pounds. No matter how much snow falls, you two won't be cold."

The twins are using a thin blanket now, but when it gets cold, we'll take out a thicker one and put it on top of them; it will be so much warmer.

Yu Bao touched the thick quilt, and because of it, he was no longer afraid of the cold winter.

"Hehehe, my mom is the best, and her milk is great too." The little boy held the enamel mug, drinking the sweet malted milk powder with great joy.

Hengbao knew the principle that you have to feed a horse if you want it to run, so he diligently served Gu's mother a cup.

"Milk, let's drink malted milk powder, it's so sweet, let's each have a cup!"

Mrs. Gu was surprised, "...There's one for me too?"

"Yes, we have them all," Hengbao said.

Yu Bao: "My mom said sewing quilts with breast milk is hard work."

"What's so hard about sewing quilts?" Gu's mother's lips curled up, clearly pleased. "Sewing quilts for our Yubao and Hengbao isn't tiring at all; I'm full of energy."

She took the enamel mug, lifted the lid, and steam rose up. She blew on it and took a sip, which made her already warm body even warmer. The warmth spread to every part of her body, and she felt incredibly comfortable.

Mother Gu spent the whole afternoon sewing several quilts for the third family.

Just as she was about to go back to cook, Lin Zhao stuffed five catties of cotton into her hands.

Gu's mother asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"These are for you," Lin Zhao said. "Weren't your and Dad's blankets not warm enough? We happened to have extra cotton, so we filled them in..."

The quilts that Gu's parents used to sleep under had indeed been used for several years. The cotton was stiff and didn't keep them very warm. When it got colder, they relied on the kang (a heated brick bed) for warmth. The kang was only comfortable for the first few minutes after they started sleeping, and their hands and feet would be freezing in the morning.

Mother Gu accepted the blanket without hesitation and said with a smile, "Alright, your father and I will also have new blankets."

(End of this chapter)