Reborn in '77, I have a job panel!

"When you're all better, let's go ice fishing again," Zhang Mingxi said, her eyes sparkling.

"Okay, catch more and take them to your mom."

Zhang Mingxi smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

Qian Cheng secretly touched Zhang Mingxi's small hand; her fair and tender hand felt so good to touch.

The room was warm and cozy, the stove was burning brightly, and the water in the kettle was bubbling away.

In the afternoon, Zhang Mingxi went back.

She had to go home; she couldn't stay here any longer. If she didn't go home soon, her master, Zhang Changtian, would come and kill her himself.

Before leaving, she poured Qian Cheng a cup of hot water, tucked the blanket in, and gave him several instructions before leaving, acting just like a mother hen.

This scene pleased Hou Yufen, who was peeking from outside.

She chose Zhang Mingxi to be her daughter-in-law.

It's just that my family's conditions are poor, and Mingxi is being wronged by marrying into this family.

Qian Cheng leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed), closing his eyes to rest.

He calculated the days; today is the 18th of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year is just over ten days away.

Wang Shoujun and the others will probably have to spend the Spring Festival in the detention center.

What good could there be for the New Year in that place? Cold, lifeless prison cells, hard, unyielding beds, two meals a day of cornbread and pickled vegetables—it's nothing compared to the comfort of a warm kang bed at home, or the aroma of pork stew with vermicelli.

Deserve it.

Qian Cheng thought to himself, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

......

Four days later.

Qian Cheng is now able to get out of bed and walk around.

On the first day, he had to hold onto the wall and move step by step. He dared not put too much force on his left leg for fear of aggravating the fracture. He would get tired after walking a few steps and had to sit down and rest for half a day.

But by the third day, he was much better. He was able to get off the kang (a heated brick bed) by himself without anyone's help and walk back and forth slowly.

On the morning of the fourth day, he tried walking around the house twice without his cane.

My legs are still a little weak, but I can hold on. I walk slowly, step by step, but I don't need to hold onto anything anymore.

Hou Yufen came in from the outer room and was startled to see him walking around inside.

"Chengzi! What are you doing?" She quickly came over to help him up. "The doctor told you to move around less, why didn't you listen?"

"It's okay, Mom. I feel much better. Moving around will help me recover faster."

"But we have to take it slowly." Hou Yufen helped him sit down. "You're recovering too fast. You can walk again after only a few days."

Qian Cheng didn't say anything.

He knew this was most likely related to his career panel.

The benefits of professions like chef, carpenter, student, and fisherman are not only useful when working, but also improve overall physical fitness.

Strong recovery ability and fast wound healing are all added benefits.

But he couldn't explain it to Hou Yufen.

Qian Cheng made up a random excuse to brush it off: "Maybe it's because your son is young and has a good constitution."

Hou Yufen was skeptical, but seeing that Qian Cheng did seem to be in good spirits, she didn't say anything more.

At noon, Qian Lu and his sister-in-law arrived. As soon as Qian Lu entered, he saw Qian Cheng sitting alone on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and was taken aback.

"You can get up?" Qian Lu was shocked that Qian Cheng could sit up on his own on only the fifth day.

"I can not only get up, I can also walk a few steps."

Qian Lu walked over and looked him up and down: "You've recovered way too fast."

The eldest sister-in-law also came over to look: "Your complexion is much better than a few days ago, you even have some color in your skin."

Qian Cheng shrugged, somewhat helplessly: "They're well-fed, of course. Mom stews chicken and fish for them every day, how could they not be good?"

Hou Yufen listened from the side, a smile on her face.

Just then, a noise came from the courtyard gate.

Is Chengzi home?

In the afternoon, the sunlight streamed in through the window, making it feel warm and cozy.

Qian Cheng leaned against the headboard, opened his textbook, and slowly began to read.

He reads much faster now than before. His student career has boosted his focus, patience, and mental agility. He used to spend several minutes reading a single page, but now he can grasp the key points with just a glance.

He was studying math, specifically the trigonometric functions section. There were many formulas, which could be confusing, but he was mentally working through them as he studied, and the more he looked, the clearer it became.

Student proficiency +1

A notification flashed before my eyes.

In the outer room, Hou Yufen was chopping filling for dumplings that evening—cabbage and pork dumplings. The pork had been delivered by Zhang Changtian a couple of days ago, who said it was to help Qian Cheng recover.

The knife fell onto the cutting board with a rhythmic thud.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the room was so warm that one couldn't wear a cotton-padded coat.

The next morning, Qian Cheng couldn't stay in bed any longer.

He tossed and turned on the kang (a heated brick bed), feeling restless all over. These past few days, he had been recuperating from his injury, doing nothing but eating and sleeping, and was so bored he was itching to get out of bed.

Hou Yufen was cooking in the outer room when she heard the noise and poked her head in: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel unwell, Mom. I want to go to my master's house."

"What?" Hou Yufen, still clutching her spoon, glared at them. "Your leg isn't fully healed yet, what are you doing running around like that?"

"Almost done," Qian Cheng said, lifting the covers and sitting up. "Walk slowly, it's okay."

Hou Yufen put down her spoon and went inside. Seeing that her son had already put on his shoes by himself, she sighed in exasperation.

"Why won't you listen to advice? The doctor told you to reduce your activity level, but you just won't listen."

"Mom, I'm really fine." Qian Cheng stood up, took a few steps while holding onto the wall, and said, "See, I can walk."

Hou Yufen looked at him and saw that he was indeed much better than yesterday. Although he still walked with a limp, he could walk for a long time without holding onto the wall.

"That won't work either. It's cold outside. What if he falls?"

"I'll be careful, Mom. I just can't stay still. I've been lying down all day and my body is stiff. I just want to move around. Besides, I've missed a few days of carpentry work. I need to practice."

Hou Yufen couldn't refuse him, so she said, "Then I'll help you."

"No need, you go about your business."

"No." Hou Yufen had already put on her cotton-padded coat. "I'll help you over there, watch you go inside, and then I'll come back."

Having no other choice, Qian Cheng had to ask Hou Yufen to help him up.

The mother and son left the house and slowly walked towards Zhang Changtian's house.

When villagers approached and greeted him, they were astonished to see that Qian Cheng could walk so quickly: "Chengzi, you can get out of bed now?"

"I can walk a few steps now," Qian Cheng replied.

"You're recovering quite quickly."

"good."

Hou Yufen supported him the whole way, asking every few steps, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

"I'm not tired, Mom."

After walking and stopping frequently, we finally arrived at Zhang Changtian's house.

Hou Yufen helped Qian Cheng into the courtyard and pushed open the door.

Zhang Changtian was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) smoking a pipe, Deng Jingshu was sewing shoe soles, and Zhang Mingxi was helping her with the stitching. The three of them were stunned when they saw Qian Cheng come in.

"Chengzi?" Deng Jingshu was the first to react. "What brings you here?"

Zhang Mingxi put down the thread in her hand, quickly stood up, and came over to help him: "Your leg isn't healed yet, why did you come all this way by yourself?"

"I can't stay idle, so I thought I'd come and stay with you for a while, Master."

Zhang Changtian put down his pipe, looked him up and down, his big, ox-like eyes wide with shock: "You can walk now?"

"It's okay if you can walk a few steps, walk slowly."

Zhang Changtian nodded without saying anything, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It's only been a few days, and he can already walk on the ground?

He remembered breaking his leg when he was young and lying in bed for more than two months before he dared to get out of bed.

Qian Cheng, that kid, broke three ribs and cracked his leg, and it's only been a few days?

The recovery was incredibly fast.