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

Chapter 361 "I Believe in You"

Lin Zhao was quite surprised that Uncle Song agreed so readily.

She glanced at Yun Cheng in astonishment, then turned to her uncle, "You agreed just like that?"

"Otherwise what?" Uncle Song patted her head affectionately.

"Yuncheng said that it's as difficult as climbing to heaven to ask my uncle to take in someone, and even if I beg, it won't help," Lin Zhao said honestly.

A chuckle sounded.

Uncle Song didn't say much, only saying, "Zhao Bao has spoken, how can I not give you face?"

Lin Zhao called out sweetly, "Uncle!!"

"Alright, alright, I won't call you by your nickname, I won't call you by your nickname." That's what they said, but their words were full of regret.

Having just asked his uncle for a favor, Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment before giving in and saying, "Alright, you can call me uncle."

Seeing the little girl's reluctant expression, Uncle Song teased her on purpose, "Zhao Bao..."

He shouted twice.

Lin Zhao raised her hand and gently closed her ears.

It seems that she's been called "Little Child" ever since she graduated from elementary school. She's stopped allowing her family to call her "Zhao Bao."

"Stop yelling, put your arm down, don't strain your muscles." Uncle Song smiled helplessly and pulled her arm down.

"When Yu Bao and Heng Bao go to junior high school, they will also ask you to change how you address them. I hope you won't feel bad or uncomfortable then."

The uncle gave his niece a heads-up.

Lin Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "It's good that the child is grown up and has his own opinions."

Yun Cheng laughed, "Sis, if you don't frown so much when you say that, I'll barely believe you."

The loud laughter was so loud that Lin Zhao pulled out a cushion from behind her and threw it at him.

"Catch it!" Yun Cheng caught it steadily, revealing a smug smile.

But he dared not provoke him too much, fearing that his parents would beat him, so he scurried back the cushion and stood by the dining table, slightly bent over, looking like a waiter.

"Sis, I'll treat you to breakfast. What would you like? Steamed buns or fried dough sticks? I'll go buy them for you."

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes at him, "Isn't Auntie doing it?"

“My mom is cooking plain porridge. Who can get full just by eating plain porridge?” Yuncheng said.

"I'll have two steamed buns," Lin Zhao said without hesitation.

"Okay." Song Yuncheng grabbed his wallet and went out, scratching his hair in front of the mirror before leaving.

Then, humming a song, they walked away.

Lin Zhao noticed that the guy who was showing off had forgotten his lunchbox. "Lunchbox!!"

He hurriedly got up, grabbed the lunchbox from the mahogany table, ran out, caught up with Yuncheng, shoved the lunchbox into his hands, and slapped his older cousin's arm repeatedly.

"You're so half-hearted! Have you got enough money and tickets?" The moment she asked, she stuffed all the money and tickets from her pocket into his hand.

"Buy a few more servings of soy milk."

Song Yuncheng asked, puzzled, "Isn't my mom cooking porridge?"

"Have some soy milk for lunch. Uncle's injury hasn't healed and he needs to replenish his energy. Aunt has been taking care of the patient non-stop, so she needs to replenish her energy too. Stop talking nonsense and come back soon." Lin Zhao smoothed out his sleeves and turned to leave with light steps.

Song Yuncheng smiled, stepped down two steps at a time, and quickly went downstairs, disappearing from sight in no time.

When Zhao Zhao came, Aunt Song added a third more rice when cooking porridge. The resulting porridge had a layer of rice oil on top. Served with pickled vegetables and steamed buns, it was praised by everyone.

"Mom, the rice porridge smells so good today!" Yuncheng couldn't resist having another bowl.

Aunt Song gave her son a pep talk, saying, "Work hard, study hard for your certification exams, and when you get a raise, I'll make it for you every day."

Yun Cheng chuckled a few times but didn't respond.

He's a technician, and it's very difficult for him to get a raise.

Yun Jin laughed, "My brother can't do it, so he won't answer."

Yun Cheng didn't engage in internal strife; instead, he retorted, "If you're so capable, then you do it."

"..." The smile on the boy's face disappeared when he realized that he still had no job in sight.

Yun Cheng was overjoyed to win a game. He wiped his mouth, tucked the briefcase that Uncle Song had discarded under his arm, and left humming a song.

"Hmph." Yun Jin angrily squashed the bun flat and stuffed it into her mouth.

Lin Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, "Take your time looking. If you don't have enough money, just let me know and I'll help you out."

Yun Jin's expression immediately changed, and she smiled broadly, "Sister is so good to me."

"You're my only little cousin, how could I not treat you well?" Lin Zhao took the initiative to clear the dishes.

Seeing this, Yun Jin rushed to tidy up, using her body to push away Lin Zhao and Aunt Song who was trying to stand up.

"I'll do it, ladies, take a break." The young man quickly cleared away the dishes and took them to the kitchen outside to wash.

"Yun Jin is getting more and more diligent! It's good that you've graduated now; you can help out at home and ease your aunt's burden." Lin Zhao's voice was soft.

Yun Jin stood tall and proud, full of energy.

"Dad is recovering from his injury, Mom and my older brother both have to go to work, so I'm the only one who's free. It's only right that I work hard."

Lin Zhao popped a chocolate into his mouth. "It's a reward for Yun Jin, it's filled with liqueur, I brought you a bunch."

Yun Jin's eyes sparkled, her invisible tail swaying behind her as she asked, "Do you and Yu Bao and Heng Bao have any?"

“I don’t like it. There’s alcohol in it. Kids can’t eat it. It’s all yours.” Lin Zhao patted his little cousin’s head.

Yun Jin laughed like a silly roe deer.

My legs felt light as I went to wash the dishes.

"Silly boy," Aunt Song said with amusement.

Uncle Song spoke up for his son, saying, "That was at home; Yun Jin is very clever outside."

"Yes, yes, your son is the smartest." Aunt Song said speechlessly. It's just that he took care of his bodily functions at the provincial hospital for a month or so, but it made him feel like he had nowhere to put his fatherly love, and he couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about his son.

Uncle Song was satisfied and looked at Lin Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, where did you find those books you brought me yesterday? They're very useful."

Lin Zhao got the books from a lottery. She took them out to look at them and found that the paper and printing technology were in line with the characteristics of that era, so she gave them to her uncle.

"I got it in the provincial capital. It's good that it's useful. I also sent some to my uncle."

Uncle Song said calmly, "You're incredibly lucky."

Lin Zhao smiled calmly, "I'm lucky to be my uncle's niece."

Aunt Song thought of something, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing a sweater underneath, and said, "Zhao Zhao, the sweater you brought yesterday is really warm. You have to take off your cotton-padded coat and wear your work clothes directly when you're working, otherwise it will be too hot."

That's no ordinary sweater, it's a super warm garment, made of cashmere that looks like a sweater. It's a product of the system, all of them are top-quality.

She absolutely loves this huge gift package!

Those items, which were characteristic of the era, were distributed by Lin Zhao to her cherished family members.

Both my uncle and aunt have them.

Her uncle suffered a lot of pain, so having some light and warm clothes to wear would be good for his recovery, right?

Lin Zhao was unsure, but she did it anyway.

"It's warm; I don't need to wear a cotton coat while staying at home," Uncle Song said.

"There's a stove at home, so it's not cold to begin with. You should wear warm clothes when you go out, otherwise you might catch a cold from the sudden change in temperature," Lin Zhao said with concern.

"I know, your uncle still needs to make you a washing machine, so you'll take good care of your injury." Uncle Song's eyebrows softened as he spoke gently.

Yun Jin, who had just finished washing the dishes and was chilled by the cold water, went straight to the fire to warm herself as soon as she entered the door. She said, "Sister, don't worry at all. I'll take good care of Dad. I guarantee he won't catch a cold, not even a cough." "I believe you."

Hearing his sister's trusting words, the boy straightened his back and chuckled, "Sis, does Qingzhou come every morning and go back in the afternoon?"

He and Gu Qingzhou were from the same school and were in the same grade. In addition, with Lin Zhao's connection, they could exchange a few words.

"That's too much trouble. I'll let him stay in that courtyard. I'm used to traveling back and forth, and I won't stay there before the New Year." Lin Zhao had already made up his mind.

“That works too,” Uncle Song said. “He needs plenty of time to learn enough. Don’t worry, Zhao Zhao, as long as he’s diligent enough, I will teach him everything I know.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling. "Qingzhou admires Uncle. If she knew about this, she would be overjoyed. Thank you, Uncle."

Uncle Song shook his head. "No need to thank me. I inquired about him beforehand and knew he was a very talented child. Plus, with your connection, I had the idea of ​​taking him on as a disciple."

It was also a wake-up call he received from the unexpected disaster that had befallen him before.

He doesn't like taking on apprentices.

but.

He also wanted to cultivate talent for the country!
"Zhaozhao, don't take it to heart. Your uncle is at the age where he needs to take on apprentices. It'll be either this year or next. He can't avoid it even if he wants to. It doesn't matter who he takes on, it's better to take on his own children," Aunt Song said.

Previously, I had to worry about carefully verifying the character of the apprentices I accepted, lest they become a source of trouble. Now, I don't have to worry about that anymore.

"It's good that Uncle doesn't force me." Lin Zhao sat there with a smile, looking incredibly endearing.

"No pressure," Uncle Song said indulgently.

"You've given me both books and sweaters, so even if your uncle is reluctant, I'll tell him not to," Aunt Song said with a smile, putting her arm around Lin Zhao's shoulder.

"My aunt is the best," Lin Zhao said softly.

"It's time, hurry up and go to work, don't be late." Aunt Song glanced at the wall clock, reminding herself of the time, then looked at Yun Jin, "Yun Jin, see your sister off."

"No need, I'm riding my bike." Lin Zhao pressed Yun Jin down and quickly left.

Not long after she left, a young man came to the Song family carrying some things.

Aunt Song opened the door and saw that someone had come to deliver a gift again. Her brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Old Song just went to bed. Tell me what's wrong."

The young man was around twenty years old, with a square face that made him very trustworthy, thick eyebrows and big eyes—the kind of appearance that older women would find appealing.

“I’ve come to visit Engineer Song,” he said.

He handed over what he was holding.

Aunt Song dodged aside and didn't accept it. "I've received your kind offer on behalf of Lao Song. Take the gift back. My Lao Song doesn't accept gifts from anyone."

She raised her voice slightly as she said this.

There's no way around it, you can't be careless in this world.

The Song family's female neighbor came out.

She was on the night shift and was about to catch up on her sleep when she heard her old neighbor's cries for help and rushed out.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Glancing at the basket in the young man's hand, she couldn't help but speak up, "Engineer Song is very principled and never accepts gifts. Put the things away quickly, or Engineer Song will be angry!"

Aunt Song called the people out.

The young man lowered his eyes, a shadow flashing across them, then looked up again, his face full of sincerity and gratitude. “I didn’t mean anything by it… Engineer Song taught me for a few days and even saved my life, so it’s only right that I come to visit him.”

Upon hearing this, Aunt Song immediately knew who this person was.

Isn't this the coward her husband saved by losing an arm?

Her face turned cold. "No need! You can leave now, and don't come back again!"

After saying this, he nodded to his neighbor and closed the door.

The young man had no choice but to leave, his face extremely grim.

Who knew that even though that damned guy surnamed Song's arm was severed, he could still put it back on and maintain his status as the factory's most valuable asset?
If he had known, he would have gone to the provincial capital with them.

unwise.

……

At noon, Yuan Xiang came to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy mung bean cakes and fruit hard candies. Li Song took her back to her parents' home at noon.

"Are you going to tell your aunt about your job?" Lin Zhao asked deftly.

“Yes.” Yuan Xiang said with great enthusiasm. People who have secured a stable job have a different kind of energy and spirit. She stood up straight, her hair was neatly combed, and she spoke with a strong voice, giving people a feeling of vigor and vitality.

“Li Song is free today, so we can go back together. My mother doesn’t know about my uncle’s good news yet, so I have to go back and tell her so she won’t worry.”

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Double happiness! Aunt and Uncle must be very happy."

Yuan Xiang imagined her parents' reaction when they found out she had a job, and a smile crept onto her face.

The Yuan couple were genuinely happy to learn that their daughter had found a job so quickly.

I'm absolutely ecstatic!

Aunt Song dropped the bowl in her hand, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it. She stepped forward and grabbed Yuan Xiang's hand, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Her eyes were wide open, filled with a burning light.

Yuan Xiang hugged her mother tightly and said, "I told you I have a job! I have a secure job! I'm a broadcaster, and my uncle and aunt both said it was a good job!"

Aunt Song pursed her lips and breathed through her nose, her face flushed with excitement.

"well!!"

She looked at her son-in-law, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes crinkling, "Song, you're so thoughtful. This job must be very expensive, right? I'll give you the bride price..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Song quickly stopped his mother-in-law, "No need, it didn't cost much. This was something we agreed on beforehand, Mother, please don't say that."

He lost his mother at a young age and has great respect for his parents-in-law, who treat him like a son.

Yuanxiang's father couldn't stop smiling. If his son-in-law hadn't been there, and he was afraid of embarrassing his daughter, he would have wanted to roar to the sky.

announcer!
Her daughter!!!
Her daughter became a broadcaster; it was like a windfall.

"...My son-in-law is really capable." Yuan Xiang's father praised immediately. "This is great news, we should have a good drink together."

Aunt Song: "What are you drinking? Your son-in-law still needs to ride his bike."

"Why are you riding? If you get drunk, you'll have to stay at the brigade's residence for the night!" Yuan Xiang's father said.

Aunt Song rolled her eyes. "Where would you get a house? Where do you plan to let this young couple live?"

She couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "Why don't we move to the pigsty and make room for our daughter and son-in-law?!"

They don't even consider whether their son-in-law and daughter are happy about it.

Yuan Xiang's father said in a muffled voice, "There's no room at home, so why don't we borrow someone else's place for the night? It's not a big deal..."

Aunt Song was panting heavily, really wanting to teach this stubborn man a lesson.

Yuan Xiang put her arm around her mother's shoulder. "Mom, don't be angry. My father is just happy for me. Let's not hold it against him. Don't let a bad mood affect the happy occasion."

Aunt Song took a deep breath and ignored the dead man.

“Don’t listen to him. If you want to drink, wait until the New Year. If something happens on the road while you’re riding your bikes, it could cost me my life.”

Yuan Xiang's father imagined a tragic scene and came to his senses. "No more drinking, no more drinking. Let's eat meat. I'll go kill a chicken."

After saying that, he strode off to kill the chicken.

Xiangxiang getting a stable job is a rare good thing for the family. Now that he's killing a chicken, his parents definitely won't chase him around the yard to beat him!

(End of this chapter)