After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

The Zhou family's red brick house was built with the allowances Zhou Chen sent back over the years. Now that Zhou Chen is gone, Lin Zhilan, a widow and orphan, is left with a dilapidated old house.

Secretary Zhou smacked his lips. "Alright, I got it. You can come and collect your grain later."

"Okay, thank you, Secretary Zhou."

Lin Zhilan never expected Secretary Zhou to stand up for her.

Wang Guifen has a fiery temper and doesn't want to cause trouble for anyone, including Secretary Zhou.

As soon as Lin Zhilan left, Secretary Zhou's wife, Zhang Fengying, came out of the house.

"What did Zhou Chen's wife want with you just now?"

Secretary Zhou took out a cigarette from his pocket, sighed, and said, "Zhou Chen is gone. Wang Guifen separated her and her son and told me to remember to allocate the work points."

"Alas, it's pitiful," Zhang Fengying sighed. "She's so young, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on to her."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weimin, the youngest son who had been standing by his side, blushed.

Lin Zhilan was two years older than him, but he knew that all the young men in the village envied Zhou Chen.

He is too.

Zhang Fengying sympathized with him, but she would never agree to her youngest son marrying Lin Zhilan, a woman who had been married before and had a child.

In particular, the Zhou family was just a minor village party secretary.

Such a beautiful woman, the Zhou family can't keep her.

Seeing Zhou Weimin's face turn red, Zhang Fengying immediately glared at him and said, "What are you thinking about? Go fetch water!"

"oh oh."

Zhou Weimin snapped out of his daze and ran toward the water tank in the kitchen, stumbling slightly in the process.

Lin Zhilan carried her daughter home, put the quilt she had brought back on the rack outside the yard to air it out, then carried her daughter in one arm, held a small hoe in the other, and carried a basket on her back as she walked up the mountain.

It's 68 now, and there are still nearly ten years until the reform and opening up and the resumption of the college entrance examination. If we want to live a good life with our daughter, we definitely can't rely on those work points alone.

She graduated with a doctorate in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Coincidentally, the original owner's father was an old TCM doctor. The forest resources have not yet been destroyed, so there might be a lot of Chinese medicinal herbs in the mountains.

There is a purchasing station in town, and the price of processed medicinal herbs is decent.

She doesn't know how to do farm work, but she can earn money to pay wages to the community in exchange for work points.

"Hey, isn't this Zhilan? Where are you going?"

A man suddenly darted out from the side path. He was about the same height as Lin Zhilan, but less than 1.7 meters tall.

He had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his shoulders slumped as if he had no bones, and he walked with a swaying gait.

The man was a notorious scoundrel in the village, named Zhao Ermao. He had no parents and no one to care for him. He wasn't very hardworking and was the type who only cared about himself.

She didn't answer, and turned to walk past him.

"Hey," Zhao Ermao reached out to stop her, saying nonchalantly, "Your man's dead, and you're still so arrogant? Why don't you just come live with me from now on?"

Linlin was a little scared and hugged her mother's neck tightly.

Lin Zhilan patted her on the back and took out a sickle from the basket on her back.

"Zhao Ermao, try stopping me again!"

Zhao Ermao remained completely calm. Lin Zhilan was frail and delicate, and she had a child with her. How could she be a match for him, a grown man?

He reached out to touch her face; it was so fair and delicate, he could touch it for a year without washing his hands.

Lin Zhilan understood a principle.

The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless.

The weaker you are, the more these people will take advantage of you.

She raised her sickle and slashed it directly at Zhao Ermao.

Zhao Ermao instinctively tried to dodge, but Lin Zhilan's movements were quick and ruthless. As soon as the sickle fell, his pilling shirt was instantly ripped open, and a bloody gash appeared on his arm.

"Ah!" Zhao Ermao cried out in pain, clutching his arm and taking two steps back. Looking at the seeping blood, he was both shocked and furious. "Lin Zhilan, are you fucking crazy?"

Linlin was already crying softly in fear. Lin Zhilan hugged her and comforted her for a couple of moments, then held the sickle horizontally in front of her and looked at Zhao Ermao, saying, "If you bully me and my daughter again, believe me, I'll slash your neck next!"

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Zhao Ermao, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhao Ermao was stunned by her gaze.

He bullies the weak and fears the strong. He had flirted with Lin Zhilan before, and she always avoided him out of shame and indignation. How could he have gone so far as to use a knife like this time?

The wound on his arm burned with pain, and Zhao Ermao felt apprehensive.

"Crazy woman! She's a fucking crazy woman!" Zhao Ermao cursed, his voice trembling with fear. "I guess I'm just unlucky. You just wait!"

After uttering those harsh words, he turned and ran away in a disheveled state.

Lin Zhilan's tense back only relaxed slightly after Zhao Ermao's figure disappeared from sight.

Feeling her daughter's small body still trembling, she quickly put away the stern look on her face and gently patted her back.

"Baby, don't be afraid. Mommy has chased away all the bad guys."

Linlin hugged her neck tightly, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't cry out.

Zhou Chen is a hero, but he is not a good father.

Linlin is three years old, and has only seen him a few times.

Linlin's personality is somewhat similar to the original owner's; she is sensitive and timid.

Whenever she cried, Wang Guifen would curse her as a jinx, saying she had cried away all the family's good fortune.

Now it seems like I've developed a conditioned reflex; I don't dare make a sound when I cry.

We can only guide them gradually.

With her child in tow, Lin Zhilan dared not venture deep into the mountains, stopping only near the foot of the mountain.

The surrounding woods are dense, and birdsong is constant.

Linlin was quickly drawn to the birdsong.

Lin Zhilan found a large tree stump for her daughter to sit on, and then began searching for Chinese medicinal herbs nearby.

In the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, many plants are medicinal materials, but those that are too common are actually worthless.

After searching for a long time, I was fortunate enough to find a sandalwood tree that had been struck by lightning.

Agarwood is a valuable medicinal material. It is the resin secreted by the agarwood tree during its self-repair process, and its modern price is at least tens of yuan per gram.

Lin Zhilan carefully cut off the piece of agarwood, put it in her basket, and then covered it with a layer of wild vegetables.

The sun was high in the sky when Lin Zhilan prepared to take her daughter down the mountain.

Lin Zhilan was focused on the road when little Linlin hugged her neck and pointed to a patch of grass: "Mommy, Guo'er."

"fruit?"

Lin Zhilan looked in the direction she was pointing and suddenly saw a flash of red. She was overjoyed.

What kind of fruit is this?

These are clearly the seeds of wild ginseng!

It's still six leaves!

In addition, there are several wild ginseng plants with three or four leaves nearby!

Lin Zhilan put her daughter down, took out tools from her basket, and carefully dug out the ginseng with six leaves intact, without damaging a single root.

She took advantage of her daughter's inattention and moved to another dimension.

The remaining few plants, which were not very old, were also transplanted into the space.

As for the ginseng seeds, she taught her daughter to scatter them in the forest, hoping that decades later, they might be found by someone destined to meet them.

Lin Zhilan hugged Linlin and kissed her on the cheek, "Good baby, you're such a good helper to Mommy!"

The original owner certainly loved her daughter, but she wouldn't have expressed it so boldly.

When Linlin was kissed by her mother for the first time, she shyly buried her face in her mother's arms.

As the mother and daughter descended the mountain, two uninvited guests appeared at their doorstep.