Courtyard Houses: From Families of Martyrs and Orphans to Giants of the Times

late at night.

The courtyard gradually quieted down.

Only the cold wind made the window paper rustle incessantly.

Lin Jian'an sat motionless beside the newly lit stove.

My mind is completely occupied with thoughts.

The mechanical sounds kept ringing in my ears.

[Binding progress 37%...]

[Binding progress 52%...]

[Binding progress 78%...]

He suppressed his excitement.

They dared not show the slightest sign of anything unusual.

Because he knew about this system.

This was his greatest and only source of strength in surviving in this era.

But now, his thoughts were not on the voice in his mind.

Because a bigger problem was looming over Lin Jian'an.

That's Yi Xiulan's illness!

My mother is dying.

On the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) in the room.

Yi Xiulan's breathing became heavier and more rapid.

He also coughed up blood from time to time.

Lin Jian'an knows a little.

This is the case.

In this day and age, it would basically be considered a terminal illness.

Unless there is imported penicillin.

But that stuff was expensive and rare; in those days, it was a strictly controlled and precious drug.

Ordinary people have absolutely no chance to come into contact with it.

suddenly.

Yi Xiulan coughed violently again, and this time the cough was different from before; it was very rapid.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jian'an rushed over to help her.

But the very next second after they helped him up.

The woman suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which landed squarely on the ground.

The blood was bright red and glaringly bright under the light.

"mom!"

Lin Jian'an's heart sank.

Yi Xiulan forced a smile and comforted her.

"Don't be afraid... Jian'an..."

"Mom's alright..."

The more she does this...

Lin Jian'an felt increasingly uncomfortable.

In his previous life, he was an orphan who had never met his parents.

In this life, although my father has passed away, my mother is still here.

I had finally begun to feel a little bit of family affection.

But it is very likely that we will lose it again.

Just at this time.

The voice in my mind suddenly exploded.

【Ding! 】

[Successfully bound to the Multiverse Procurement System!]

The new player gift pack has been successfully distributed.

[Enable?]

Lin Jian'an's breath hitched, and he hurriedly muttered to himself.

"Activate!"

next second.

A virtual panel appeared in Lin Jian'an's mind.

[Host: Lin Jian'an]

[Level: 1]

Points: 0

System space: 1 cubic meter

[Current Function: Old Item Recycling]

[New Player Gift Pack: 10 jin of wheat flour, 1 box of fever reducer, basic combat skills]

Lin Jian'an's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's actually a fever reducer!

He immediately retrieved the medicine box from the system space.

really.

A box of white pills appeared in my hand.

He hurriedly poured water and said.

"Mom, please take your medicine quickly."

Yi Xiulan was taken aback for a moment, then said.

"Where did this medicine come from?"

"My uncle just brought it over and left it behind."

Lin Jian'an replied without changing his expression.

Yi Xiulan had no doubts.

Under Lin Jian'an's watchful eye, he obediently took the medicine.

Half an hour later.

Her forehead really wasn't as hot anymore.

Lin Jian'an breathed a sigh of relief.

It works! It really works!

The system is real!

Just then.

The system's voice rang in Lin Jian'an's mind once again.

[Recyclable items detected]

[Target: Vintage pocket watch from the Republic of China era]

[Recycling Value: 10 points]

Lin Jian'an was taken aback.

Follow the system prompts.

Inside the wooden box at the head of the kang (heated brick bed).

An old-fashioned pocket watch lay quietly on the floor.

Those were relics left by my father.