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

Chapter 363 "With the perseverance to innovate, you will succeed in whatever you do"

Gu Qingzhou followed his master, always energetic and full of enthusiasm, and later even ate at the Song family's house. There was no way around it; everyone liked such a thoughtful and considerate young man.

Qingzhou did not refuse and delivered the food rations to the Song family. He would do whatever he could in his spare time, and even the Song family's neighbors had a deep affection for him.

With about two weeks to go before the Lunar New Year, Uncle Song asked Lin Zhao for her women's bicycle, saying he wanted to make some modifications to it.

"Do you believe me?"

Lin Zhao pulled her scarf tighter against the wind and stamped her foot. "Believe it? If I can't even trust my uncle, who can I trust?"

Seeing how cold she was, Uncle Song said, "Go inside to work and get some hot water to warm yourself up. I'll bring your bicycle over when you're almost off work."

"Let Qingzhou deliver it, Uncle, don't have to run around," Lin Zhao said.

Uncle Song felt warm inside, but his face showed helplessness.

His injury had long since healed, but Zhao Zhao was still worried about him!
Can also understand.

Hearing that he appeared before Zhao Zhao with a broken arm and covered in blood, it's no wonder she was frightened.

It seems I need to perform well in front of Zhaozhao before she can be completely at ease.

Lin Zhao: “?”

That afternoon, just before the supply and marketing cooperative closed, Uncle Song rode her bicycle to the cooperative again.

He was taller than average, and sitting on a women's bicycle looked a little awkward. He accepted it well, but Lin Zhao, who was used to seeing him ride a bicycle, found it rather unusual.

Gu Qingzhou jogged after him.

As soon as Lin Zhao stepped out of the supply and marketing cooperative, he looked up and saw this scene.

She couldn't help but laugh.

She glanced at her uncle's reattached arm several times, and seeing his calm expression, she finally felt that he was truly cured and had no aftereffects.

"Uncle!" Lin Zhao straightened his bag and walked briskly to greet him.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Song stopped in front of her.

"Zhao Zhao, I've modified your bicycle. Try it on and see if it meets your requirements," he said with a smile, handing over the bicycle.

Lin Zhao gripped the hood of the car, her eyes wide with surprise, wondering what her uncle was up to.

Chao Qingzhou glanced at him and saw that his eyes were brighter than the sunlight, his handsome face was flushed, and the corners of his mouth were upturned. He tried his best to remain calm, but there was an excitement that he could not hide.

Ok?
Weird.

Qingzhou loves to imitate her husband Chenghuai. Her in-laws say she started learning at a young age, just like Qianbao. The difference is that one pretends to be mature for her age, while the other is naturally suited for scientific research.

After observing his son, Lin Zhao realized that his third son was very likely to pursue a career in scientific research.

At such a young age, he has shown a love of learning, is full of curiosity and a spirit of exploration, and can endure loneliness. It would be a waste not to hand him over to the country.

Lin Zhao's mind raced as she lightly stepped onto the car seat with her right leg, gently pushing off with her foot.

The car slid ten meters away.

"!!!"

Lin Zhao was startled and quickly squeezed the brakes.

She turned around and looked blankly at Uncle Song.

"uncle?!"

Uncle Song ran towards her, and seeing the rare look of panic and helplessness on Zhao Zhao's face, his usually calm heart softened again and again.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't I say we've already made modifications?"

Lin Zhao looked puzzled. "Modification?"

"The mechanic added a gearbox to this bicycle," Gu Qingzhou interjected, her face full of pride.

"Transmission?" As the name suggests, Lin Zhao understood.

She looked down at the bicycle, her eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"So, does that mean I won't have to go through all that trouble to cycle to and from get off work anymore?"

Uncle Song nodded with a smile, "Yes. We can't let Zhaozhao suffer. It's already cold today, and it breaks my heart to see you huffing and puffing as you ride your bike to and from get off work."

He wanted to make a small gadget to make cycling easier, and it took him a while to develop this gearbox. Even though it was his first one, it wasn't rough; it integrated well with the bicycle and wouldn't make Zhao Zhao feel it was useless.

"Thank you, Uncle. Uncle, you're so amazing!" Lin Zhao praised softly, looking at the bicycle with delight. "My bicycle must be the first of its kind in the world! I'm so happy! Uncle, you're really amazing, the best!"

She tossed the hood of the car aside with both hands, then gently raised her hands and gave a thumbs-up.

Uncle Song was overjoyed by the flattery, and his smile never faded.

"As long as you like it."

Lin Zhao nodded vigorously, "I like it, I really like it."

My uncle has the perseverance to innovate; what can't he succeed at?

"Uncle, is this the first of its kind in the country?" Her eyes sparkled, a strange light gleaming within them.

"What are your thoughts?" Uncle Song asked gently.

He didn't stand still while speaking; he walked forward, intending to escort Lin Zhao for a while.

"Exchange foreign currency," Lin Zhao said.

She was born in this era and witnessed her motherland rise again after suffering hardships. She also possesses the indomitable patriotism unique to people of this era.

Uncle Song had certainly thought about this.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it."

He clenched his fists. The West was arrogant and imposed blockades on them, selling off their outdated machines at high prices. As a technician, he couldn't help but feel humiliated and wished he could make money off them!

"Zhaozhao, I plan to hand over the technology. What do you want? I'll get it for you in exchange."

Lin Zhao blurted out, "Washing machine!"

Uncle Song: “…”

“I’ll try my best. What else?” he said.

"That's all." Right now, Lin Zhao didn't want anything except the washing machine.

Gu Qingzhou knew that his third sister-in-law hated washing clothes, so he privately told Yu Bao and Heng Bao to put their dirty clothes and shoes into the laundry basket so he could wash them when he got back on the weekend.

The twins were embarrassed, but their sympathy for Lin Zhao prevailed, and they agreed. After that, they always bathed with their uncle.

Of course, their uncle couldn't bear to let Yu Bao and Heng Bao do anything, so he always assigned them the task of tending the fire.

Uncle Song patted Zhao Zhao's head and said, "I'll give it a try."

He couldn't estimate the value of the transmission. He didn't want anything else, just a washing machine. That should be enough, and not too greedy, right?

"Uncle, this will really save a lot of effort. If you hand over the technology, the organization will definitely not let you suffer any losses!" Lin Zhao said confidently.

Uncle Song: "I don't care about whether I suffer a loss or not, I just want to get you a new washing machine. You can pay for it yourself if you want."

As long as there's a chance!
"Uncle is the best in the world." Lin Zhao smiled like a spring flower.

"Go back now, be careful on the road," Uncle Song instructed.

Lin Zhao waved his hand, pushed off with his foot, and the bike slid a long way. "Hahaha, that saved so much effort!"

Her voice faded into the distance.

Uncle Song watched Zhao Zhao leave, then tightened his Lei Feng hat on his head. "Qingzhou, you go back first. I'm going to the post office to make a phone call."

Gu Qingzhou guessed what was going on, said nothing, and then left.

Uncle Song dialed the phone of a high-ranking veteran comrade. "It's me, Song Liu."

Upon hearing this self-identification, the person on the other end of the phone immediately knew who he was.

"Xiao Liu? That's strange, you actually remembered me. Are you in trouble? What's wrong?" A strong voice came from the other end of the phone.

Uncle Song said frankly, "I modified the bicycle's gears. The modified bike is easier to ride and increases speed by two to three times. If you're interested, come find me!"

The person on the other end of the phone was Xue Rui, an old classmate of Uncle Song. They were roommates. Young people from all over the country gathered at the same university, full of vigor and confidence in the future, yet also uneasy because they were far from home. Those who shared a dormitory became "family" who looked out for each other. Later, out of mutual appreciation, the young people became half-brothers according to their age.

Uncle Song is the sixth child in his family, and his older brothers in the dormitory affectionately call him "Little Six".

The feelings of youth are the most genuine. No matter how the world changes, the friendship between the young men in dormitory 202 has never faded.

Xue Rui knew that Xiao Liu wasn't one to talk nonsense, so he suddenly stood up and said, "I'll book the tickets in a bit."

After the question was finished, he asked again, "What do you want?"

Without hesitation, Uncle Song exclaimed, "The washing machine!"

Xue Rui: "..."

Before the factory director, having already eliminated many people, Director Xue, whose heart had long since turned black, was stunned. After a long while, he burst out laughing.

"Is it your Zhaozhao who wants it?"

Those in his class all knew that Uncle Song had a beloved niece named Lin Zhao.

Back when Lin Zhao was born, Uncle Song was overjoyed and couldn't express his happiness. He took out his phone book, ran to the post office, and called everyone to share the good news. Xue Rui still remembers his excited appearance vividly.

"Yes," Uncle Song replied, then said with shame, "It's also because I'm not capable enough to get a washing machine, otherwise my Zhaozhao wouldn't have been freezing."

Xue Rui: "..."

After not seeing him for several years, this person has become even more outrageous.

"I'll keep an eye out for you." He planned to look for other people.

Xiao Liu even thought of himself when he made the gearbox, so he'll definitely fulfill his request.

"Thanks," Uncle Song said.

I hung up the phone, keeping track of the time.

Exactly one minute.

Xue Rui smiled and asked his secretary to buy the tickets for him.

……

Lin Zhao was unaware that the washing machine she had been longing for was arriving soon. With only half a month left until the Chinese New Year, the festive atmosphere in the village was already quite strong.

Seeing Lin Zhao appear at the village entrance from afar, Yu Bao and Heng Bao came to greet him.

Mom said she was going to deep-fry the food today, and they were looking forward to it since early morning.

"Mom, Hengbao and I washed the sweet potatoes clean." Yubao looked up, his rosy little face showing in front of Lin Zhao, and said as if seeking praise.

"Did you use hot water?" Lin Zhao jumped out of the car and looked at the child beside her.

"Yes, Sister Lan burned it for us," Yu Bao replied obediently.

"Your sister Lan was afraid you wouldn't notice and set the kitchen on fire," Lin Zhao said.

She reached out her left hand and touched Yu Bao's face. It was slightly cool. She frowned and said, "Why aren't you wearing a hat and scarf? Don't let your face get cold. You know how uncomfortable frostbite is, it's itchy and painful."

"I'm hot, I just took off my hat and scarf," Yu Bao said quickly, then added, "I'm not cold."

Hengbao chimed in, "My brother and I aren't Yaobao's dolls. We know to put on more clothes when it's cold."

"You're just a contrarian."

Lin Zhao ignored him, jumped onto her bicycle, and slid off quite a distance.

The two identical little faces showed the same shock.

Yu Bao, looking completely bewildered, jogged after him.

"Mom, slow down, I can't keep up with you!" he called out.

They ran very fast, but still couldn't catch up.

The twins looked completely bewildered.

After arriving home, Yu Bao stopped by the bicycle and observed it carefully for a long time.

"What exactly is the problem?" He scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Yu Bao, come in and start a fire," Lin Zhao called out through the window.

There was a wind outside, and the wind felt like sharp blades on her face. She couldn't bear to see her two children playing around outside.

"Coming."

Yu Bao led her younger brother into the kitchen.

"Mom, you rode so fast today." Hengbao has to speak up when there's a problem, otherwise he feels uncomfortable.

Lin Zhao was kneading dough, planning to fry twisted dough sticks and fried dough twists, and also some meatballs, sweet potatoes, and tofu. It's Chinese New Year, so these things are indispensable.

"Because your great-uncle just modified my bicycle, it's very fast and easy to ride."

Her uncle said his technology wasn't expensive. She felt that bicycles were about to undergo their first major transformation!

It's truly delightful to see transportation quietly taking a step forward.

Yu Bao cupped her face in her hands, exclaiming, "Uncle is amazing!"

"That's right, your great-uncle is a rare college graduate! College graduates are rare, they are all very talented people!" Lin Zhao said with pride.

With just one uncle like that, she could easily stand out among her peers!
"Wow!" Hengbao exclaimed in unison, clenching his fist. "I want to learn from my great-uncle!"

"Keep it up!" Lin Zhao encouraged him.

"Mmm." Hengbao nodded several times, puffed out his cheeks, and blew on the small flame in the stove. Sparks flew up, and he busily put in some kindling.

Lin Zhao glanced at Erzai's somewhat adorable profile, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

"Mom, what can I do? I want to help." Yu Bao tugged at her mother's clothes, eager to show her what she could do.

"Wait until I've kneaded the dough, then you can knead it, okay?" Lin Zhao asked in a questioning tone, her voice gentle.

“Okay, shall I go pick up Qianbao and Yaobao?” Yubao said.

"No rush. I already told your grandma to let them stay at the old house a little longer, and we'll pick them up when we're done with our work," Lin Zhao called out to the children who were about to leave.

Yu Bao thought for a moment and guessed the reason: "Mom is afraid that Yao Bao will cause trouble."

“Yes, if we bring them back, one of you will have to go and keep your younger siblings company. I don’t want that. Today we’re preparing things for the New Year. I want you and Hengbao to help me out. When your father comes back, let him taste the fruits of his son’s labor.” Lin Zhao’s eyes were filled with a warm smile.

With just a few words, the two boys' lips curled up, and the little voices inside them were overjoyed.

Oh dear, Mom really loves them the most!
Thinking this, Yu Bao's eyes lit up, but she pretended to be calm on the surface.

“Okay,” he said. “My grandma says I’m good with my hands, even better than girls. Mom, don’t envy your aunt.”

"...Hmm?" Lin Zhao asked, puzzled. "When did I ever envy your aunt? I don't remember!"

Yu Bao sighed, "Mom has such a bad memory."

He didn't mind; after all, a mother is a mother.

"Sister Alan is learning tailoring from her aunt, Mom said so," Yu Bao reminded her earnestly.

Then, in a flat, childlike voice, he repeated Lin Zhao's original words, "Sister-in-law, it's really enviable to have Alan as a warm-hearted companion. No matter what you do, she always has a little follower. It's so nice and makes my heart warm. Unlike my own children, who used to call for their mother all the time, but now they're always running around like ghosts."

Lin Zhao: "..."

No wonder the two boys have become so clingy lately! It turns out it was because of her polite words.

"I'm not envious..."

Faced with Yu Bao's "Don't bother explaining, I already know" expression, Lin Zhao swallowed back the words she was about to say.

She acts like she's such a clingy mom, I hate it!

　Thank you for your kindness and support over the past year.

　　In the new year, I wish all my little readers that all their thoughts and wishes come true, that their paths are smooth, that they may always be lovely, and that they may always be loved!
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　　"I just saw that some readers on Qidian wanted fan titles, so I immediately went to figure it out and finally got them for everyone! It's a bit late though, sorry to have kept you all waiting~ ()
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