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

Chapter 360 "No Techniques, Just Emotion"

“Yes, my uncle is still recovering from his injury and won’t be able to go to work every day. He only needs to go to the factory occasionally to give guidance. He’s planning to research washing machines, but his arm hasn’t fully healed yet, so it would be perfect for you to be his assistant,” Lin Zhao said.

She asked her uncle; it shouldn't be a big problem.

“Perform well. If you can really become my uncle’s apprentice, you’ll never have to worry about work again.”

Gu Qingzhou was filled with the joy of learning from Engineer Song, and her eyes shone brightly.

"I will!" He said in a much louder voice than usual.

A gust of cold wind rushed into his mouth, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.

Lin Zhao smiled, it was rare to see Qingzhou so excited.

"I'll talk to my uncle tomorrow."

"Thank you, Third Sister-in-law!" Gu Qingzhou clenched her hands tightly and said gratefully, "I will study hard."

"I believe you," Lin Zhao said.

Gu Qingzhou respected Lin Zhao, her third sister-in-law, and was very excited to hear her words full of trust. She thought she must be a good assistant to Engineer Song.

As we were talking, the bicycle arrived at the Fengshou Brigade.

It was very cold today, and there weren't many people out for a stroll. Lin Zhao took Gu Qingzhou to the old house and called out, "Yu Bao, Heng Bao."

The four children were in their grandparents' room. Yu Bao and Heng Bao each had half a sweet potato, while Qian Bao and Yao Bao were drinking milk from their small bottles. When they heard their mother's voice, they ran out the door.

Gu's mother grabbed the little scarf and chased after him, "Oh dear, my little darling, you didn't wear your scarf! The wind got into your mouth and you're coughing!"

Hold the short-legged twins by the shoulders, put scarves on them, and cover their little faces completely.

Seeing that they were a step behind their older brother, the two children frowned, obediently and softly said thank you, and ran towards the door.

"Mommy, Mommy..." It was Yaobao who was expressing her emotions so openly.

Qianbao held her sister's hand, watching the ground to make sure that neither of them would fall.

Lin Zhao looked at the twins holding the baby bottle, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"You're drinking milk. There's still some left in the bottle. Finish it quickly, or it'll get cold."

The two children paused for a moment, then put the bottles to their mouths, gulped them down, and gently shook their little hands a few times before letting out a sweet, babyish voice, "That's all."

"Good girl, let's go home."

Lin Zhao walked home, and her four children followed obediently behind her, holding hands.

"Mom, do you want some sweet potato? It's so warm! Here, have mine." Yu Bao looked up at Lin Zhao.

"You eat by yourself, I'll cook when I get home."

Upon hearing this, Hengbao started eating the sweet potato in his hand with gusto, and without stopping, asked indistinctly, "Mom, you're so late today."

"You're starting to tell me what to do now." Lin Zhao glanced at him and explained softly, "I went to your great-uncle's house, but I came back without lingering too long."

"My great-uncle is back?" Hengbao felt the roasted sweet potato in her hand no longer tasted good, and looked at her mother with a resentful look. "He didn't take us with him again."

“One bicycle, four kids, how are you going to manage?” Lin Zhao replied.

What a beautiful thought.

Every time she takes her child out, she has to be extremely careful. It's no exaggeration to say that she doesn't dare to blink, for fear that her child will be kidnapped in front of her.

A complex emotion flashed in Lin Zhao's eyes. Having too many children wasn't good either; who would have thought she had only given birth to two?

Hengbao's mind worked quickly. "Uncle can take us with him."

"Your uncle is going to learn a trade, and you want him to take care of the kids? You're dreaming." Lin Zhao's eyes showed disapproval.

“Then…we can stay at the supply and marketing cooperative, Brother Ding will take care of us,” Hengbao said again.

He was referring to Ding Shun, the accountant at the supply and marketing cooperative, the man who wanted to give Lin Zhao a thank-you gift before the Lunar New Year last year but missed the opportunity.

Ding Shun later delivered eggs to Lin Zhao again. Lin Zhao had a deep impression of the old man who sold eggs the first time she received him. His family was not well-off, so she could not accept them. She only symbolically accepted two eggs and let him take the rest back. She also gave him a thank-you gift, which was a chicken cake bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, which older people could eat.

She is always soft-hearted towards those who are grateful.

Ding Shun tried to refuse, but couldn't resist Lin Zhao's insistence, so he had to take it back. Seeing the chicken cake, Old Man Ding felt a mix of emotions, repeatedly saying, "She's a good comrade, a kind-hearted woman," and then, "Shunzi, you must remember Comrade Lin's help..."

Ding Shun kept it in mind. Every time the four Gu family children came to the supply and marketing cooperative, he would take the initiative to play with them and share the food he brought from home with them.

Yu Bao and Heng Bao are both very kind children. They always express their sincere gratitude and praise others, making people very happy. This makes Ding Shun extremely fond of the four children who care about the family.

Hearing Hengbao's words, Lin Zhao was speechless. "Comrade Ding works at the supply and marketing cooperative, not in the child rearing team. You wish!"

"I want to see my great-uncle," Hengbao pouted.

"You want to get slapped," Lin Zhao threatened him.

“…No, I don’t want to be slapped,” Hengbao emphasized earnestly.

"Don't cause trouble if you don't want to get slapped," Lin Zhao said. "It's freezing cold here, you should all stay home."

After parking the bicycle, I took out my keys, opened the gate, and pushed the bicycle into the yard. I couldn't help but complain, "This little guy doesn't know how lucky he is."

In the dead of winter, lying in bed is so comfortable; I just want to stay in bed all day.

"Mom doesn't want to go to work anymore?" Yu Bao noticed the subtle envy in her mother's words and asked.

"Yeah, I don't want to go to work anymore, it's too cold." It's all because she's too rich and has no pressure, so she lacks motivation.

"Huh?" Yu Bao scratched his face and said seriously, "Then I won't go. I'll stay at home, and Heng Bao and I will gather herbs to support Mom."

Picking herbs is a new way for them to make money. Before the weather gets cold, they earned a small amount of money.

"Forget it, there's nothing to do at home anyway," Lin Zhao said. Time flies when you have something to do.

"Okay," Yu Bao replied reluctantly.

Lin Zhao cupped her son's face in her hands, gently rubbing it a few times, her eyes smiling, "Why do you look like you're forcing it?"

"I don't want Mom to be unhappy," Yu Bao said.

Lin Zhao clutched her chest, her heart melting with warmth. "No, with you all by my side, I'll never be unhappy."

I couldn't resist hugging Yu Bao and kissing my son's cool little face.

Suddenly, Yu Bao's face turned bright red, instantly burning hot.

"Mom..." The child's voice was full of shyness.

Hengbao squeezed against his brother, stood on tiptoe, pointed to his own face, and said, "I want a kiss too, Mom, you can't be biased."

Hearing his second brother say that, Qianbao also quietly came over. His little face was expressionless, but he looked up at Lin Zhao obediently.

Yao Bao was the only girl in the family, and she was spoiled and knew how to compete for attention. She squeezed into Lin Zhao's arms and said in a soft, sweet voice, "I want a kiss, I want a kiss."

Lin Zhao lowered her head and kissed them one by one. They smelled so sweet and milky; one kiss would cure all ailments.

"Dear, dear to everyone."

After kissing each of them, she said to Yu Bao and Heng Bao, "It's cold outside. Take your younger siblings back inside. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

"Hengbao, you take care of your younger brother and sister, I'll go help Mom start the fire." Yubao said solemnly.

Hengbao also wanted to help his mother start the fire, but his older brother beat him to it. Hengbao's expression became reluctant, and he sighed and obediently led his younger siblings back to their room.

Next time, next time you must say it first! Kitchen.

Yu Bao put dry straw into the stove, struck a match lightly, threw in a flame, and once it caught fire, he added small pieces of dry firewood, and then larger pieces.

He was small, sitting on a small stool, his eyes serious. After lighting the fire, he looked at Lin Zhao and said, "Mom, it's done."

"My little darling is so capable," Lin Zhao praised gently, as the child's face slowly warmed up in the firelight.

“All the children in the village know how to start a fire,” he whispered.

"My family's cooking is the best." Lin Zhao's eyes were calm, as if bathed in the soft moonlight.

Yu Bao's hands and feet feel light and airy. He likes to be alone with his mother, and she always praises him for it.

"Mom, what else can I do to help you?"

Lin Zhao was chopping cabbage, planning to make cabbage and pork dumplings, when she heard Yu Bao's question. She replied softly, "Just keep an eye on the fire. The thermos is running low on hot water. We'll need it tonight and tomorrow morning, so we need to fill it up first."

“Okay,” Yu Bao replied.

Put more firewood into the stove to make the fire burn brighter.

"Be careful with your hands," Lin Zhao warned.

The small cut on her hand was from when she was tending the fire.

From then on, whenever she came to the kitchen, one of Yu Bao and Heng Bao would always want to be with her, no matter how much they tried to persuade her otherwise.

"knew."

Yu Bao worked hard to add firewood, and the hot water was boiled quickly.

Lin Zhao, who was watching the scene, saw that the water was boiling and said to Yu Bao, "Yu Bao, go get a hot water bottle to warm the bed first."

Yu Bao got up, walked out of the kitchen, and returned a short while later with two hot water bottles.

It's a very ordinary rubber hot water bottle, a plain red color, not very attractive, but it's very warm, especially suitable for keeping feet warm.

The cold water inside has been used up; it is now empty.

Lin Zhao used a gourd ladle to fetch hot water and slowly poured it into a hot water bottle.

Yu Bao watched, barely daring to breathe, afraid that if she breathed too loudly, she would startle her mother, causing her hands to tremble and burn her.

After Lin Zhao finished drinking one, Yu Bao breathed a huge sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Mom, pour it slowly, be careful, don't burn your hands, it hurts a lot when you burn your hands," Yu Bao said worriedly.

Lin Zhao then realized why Yu Bao had seemed so nervous earlier—he was afraid she would get burned.

She smiled so hard her eyes crinkled up. "Don't worry, I've been doing this for years, it won't burn you."

There's no air conditioning now, and coal isn't used in the countryside, so the only way to keep warm is with a heated kang (a traditional heated bed) and a hot water bottle. She fills the bottle every year; at first, she would let the hot water flow out, but now she can manage it with ease.

Yu Bao glanced at her and whispered, "That's what Mom said when she was lighting the fire, but she still cut her hand."

Lin Zhao: "..."

"That was an accident. No one can make every mistake in life," she explained.

Yu Bao let it go in one ear and out the other; in short, he was worried and had to keep an eye on things at all times.

My father said that since he was not around, I, as the eldest brother, had to take good care of my mother and younger siblings.

Lin Zhao, unaware of Yu Bao's thoughts, filled the hot water bottle, took it back to the room, tucked it into the quilt, and told Heng Bao and the others not to play around before leaving.

Hengbao isn't usually that reliable, but he's very trustworthy when his brother isn't around.

It was too cold, and Lin Zhao was afraid the children would kick off their blankets, so she called the kids to sleep with her. The children were warm and cozy, like little stoves, and she wouldn't wake up from the cold every night while holding them.

The four kids were overjoyed; they were even smiling in their dreams.

……

The next day, early in the morning, Lin Zhao rode his bicycle to the textile factory's residential building.

The Song family had just gotten up when Aunt Song, who was making breakfast in the communal kitchen, saw Lin Zhao and said in surprise, "Zhao Zhao, why are you here so early? Have you eaten? You must be freezing. Come inside, I'll get you some water so you can warm up."

Lin Zhao was dressed warmly, her entire body covered in cashmere she had won in a lottery, which kept her hands and feet warm.

"not cold……"

Aunt Song took her hand and felt that her hand was not cold, then she believed that she was not cold. "Her hands are quite warm."

Touching Lin Zhao's face, which was a little cold, he warmed it with his hands, which had just been exposed to hot water, and then pulled her into the house.

"Sit down first, I'll go cook." Aunt Song poured water for Lin Zhao and handed it to her before leaving.

Lin Zhao rode her bike over and was indeed quite tired, but she didn't refuse and leaned against the sofa to rest.

Uncle Song came out of the house after hearing the noise. He saw Zhao Zhao taking off her coat and frowned. "Don't take off your coat in such a hurry. Be careful not to catch a cold. The weather is changing so fast. Even Yun Cheng has a stuffy nose."

Lin Zhao said softly, "I'm hot, I'm sweating."

"Be careful," Uncle Song said.

Guessing that Zhao Zhao must have come for something, he asked, "You must have something important to do coming here so early in the morning?"

"As expected of my uncle, he is insightful and perceptive." Lin Zhao immediately began to flatter him.

This flattery was all about emotion, without any finesse. Uncle Song couldn't help but laugh out loud as he looked at this clown.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Lin Zhao leaned closer and said with a grin, "I'd like to ask my uncle to bring someone along."

She never knows how to be polite when talking to people who are good to her.

Uncle Song understood. "It's the Gu family's child, isn't it?"

“Yes, Gu Chenghuai’s younger brother, a high school graduate, a very upright kid, wants to learn mechanical repair. I asked Yuncheng to help him get started, and Yuncheng took him to Master Yan’s to learn for a while… Uncle’s injury hasn’t fully healed yet, right? Let him be your assistant, you can teach him whatever you want.” Lin Zhao blinked, looking at her uncle expectantly.

"If I wanted an assistant, there would be plenty of people lining up at my doorstep." Uncle Song deliberately kept a straight face, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Uncle~~" Lin Zhao called out in a wave-like voice.

Song Yuncheng came out and saw this scene, wanting to see how his father would refuse his sister.

Old Song is very strict about accepting apprentices; his sister is likely to be disappointed.

Thinking about this, he started to think about how to coax his sister to come over later.

His sister was eyeing his stamp album, so he gave it to her.

"Uncle, my best uncle~~ Qingzhou is quite nice, why don't you take care of him for a few days?" Lin Zhao shook Uncle Song's uninjured arm, her voice as soft as could be.

Just then, Aunt Song came in. She had overheard everything at the door and, seeing her husband deliberately making things difficult for Zhao Zhao, smiled and exposed him, "Zhao Zhao, there's no need to coax him anymore. Your uncle already agreed. He's doing this on purpose."

After learning from Yun Cheng that Qingzhou was a talented child, he clearly had the idea of ​​taking her with him, but he still deliberately teased the child. What a perverse sense of humor.

Lin Zhao's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Yun Cheng's eyes widened. "???" What's going on? His dad already agreed?!
Uncle Song patted Lin Zhao's head, his expression indulgent and doting, "Really, how could I refuse Zhao Zhao's request?"

Yun Cheng gave a "oh oh oh" look, as if he had been removed from the Song family's household register.

Okay, okay, I'll keep it all from him (￣ρ￣)-
(End of this chapter)