Su Jiaoniang smiled when she saw the child wake up. It's good that he's awake; things are developing in a positive direction.

As for the child's cold expression, it's not surprising that he has antisocial personality disorder and has some strange expressions when he is young. He can be corrected gradually through verbal and physical instruction.

"Lie still and don't move. You bumped your head so badly, it's no wonder it hurts. I'll go find Doctor Liu to give you some painkillers." Su Jiaoniang touched the two qian of silver on her body and walked out.

Lu Xiaoya glanced at Su Jiaoniang, then at Lu Futu, and knelt by the bedside, grabbing Lu Futu's hand: "Mother, Xiaoya will take good care of brother."

As Su Jiaoniang stepped out of the courtyard, a wave of heat hit her face. It was the summer wheat harvest, and everyone in the village was busy with things in the fields.

Occasionally, a few grains of wheat can be seen on the ground. The village children don't run around playing during this season; instead, they carry a tattered bag and pick up ears of wheat from the ground.

When I arrived at the village chief's house, I saw a group of people gathered around it.

Faintly, one could hear someone inside saying, "How could Yang Fugui be so indiscriminate, actually getting involved with Zhu Shi? He didn't know Lu Dashan was a brute. This time, there's going to be a good show."

"Zhu is really bold. It's one thing to cheat on her husband, but to do it at the village chief's house? Is she trying to drown him in a pig cage if she thinks it's not exciting enough?"

"Pah! That pig cage is a load of crap. Lu Dashan is cunning; he might even be trying to sell Zhu Shi to Yang Fugui."

Hearing these words, Su Jiaoniang felt refreshed and invigorated. Now that the two of them were reaping the consequences of their own actions, they had done right by the original owner of the body.

After finding Doctor Liu and explaining Lu Tutu's condition, Doctor Liu quickly gathered some herbs, picked up a box, and followed behind Su Jiaoniang.

Passing by the village chief's house again, this time there were even more people gathered there.

Su Jiaoniang is not a philanderer; she doesn't even glance at people with a sideways glance.

Despite his advanced age, Dr. Liu, who lived far from the village chief's house, still craned his neck and strained as he passed by, trying his best to listen to the sounds coming from that direction.

Su Jiaoniang glanced back and then pulled Doctor Liu toward her home.

The little one was still in pain; there was no time for the doctor to be delayed on the way.

The two returned to the courtyard. Doctor Liu took Lu Tutu's pulse again, pricked the child's body a few times with silver needles, wiped the sweat from his face, and instructed, "Pain is inevitable. It will itch again in a few days when it heals. You can't scratch it or get it wet, understand?"

Only after the child nodded cautiously did Dr. Liu pick up his medicine box and walk out.

On sunny summer days, heat waves would occasionally roll in, and the thatched hut was so dilapidated that thatch would sometimes fall down. Doctor Liu glanced at the silver that Su Jiaoniang handed over and said, "The old man believes in doing one good deed a day, so I'll let it go today. If you have the money, hurry up and fix the roof. The child can't get wet in the rain."

Dr. Liu muttered a few words and went out. Although it was a small favor, his act of kindness warmed people's hearts.

Su Jiaoniang returned to the room and stared at the little villain for a long time. The little guy was cold and lay on the bed without saying a word, staring at her with a straight, obsessive, and dark gaze.

That look in her eyes was just like the drug kingpin she caught in the rainforest in her past life.

Su Jiaoniang couldn't help but slap the child's bottom: "What are you standing there for? Why didn't you greet your mother when you saw her? Did you bump your head and turn her into a fool?"

The child, still somewhat dazed after regaining consciousness, stretched out his claw-like hand in front of his eyes. After a while, he finally spoke, "Mother." A slightly hoarse and dry voice came from the child's mouth.

Su Jiaoniang smiled, finally showing some warmth, and replied, "Rest well, Mother will go get you something to eat."

Two coins isn't much, but it's enough to nourish the body.

He took the money and bought a small amount of lard, eggs, flour, soup, and salt at the village's general store, then hurried home.

As a Chinese person who often goes on missions in tropical rainforests, Su Jiaoniang is quite good at cooking. As long as it is edible and not poisonous, she can turn it into a delicious dish.

The summer heat was too intense, so on her way back, Su Jiaoniang picked a few dandelions, blanched them in hot water, washed and chopped them, sprinkled them with salt, mixed them with scrambled eggs, and wrapped them in dough.

Heat a pan until it boils, brush it with a layer of lard, stick the wrapped wild vegetable boxes to the pan, and soon the aroma will waft out.

The little girl, who was resting with Lu Tutu in the house, couldn't stand the aroma any longer and ran out, peeking at the busy Su Jiaoniang with drool slurping from her mouth.

His pathetic appearance drew a look of disgust from Lu Futu, who strolled out leisurely.

"Sit up straight, don't pry open the door, and don't drool!" Lu Futu's childish voice carried an unquestionable tone.

Lu Xiaoya stared wide-eyed at Lu Futu: "Brother, don't you want to eat?"

"I don't want to!" Lu Futu frowned, his small face contorted with indifference as he spoke.

Lu Xiaoya made a face at Lu Futu: "Whether you miss me or not, I still like to pry open the door." After saying that, she walked back towards the kitchen.

Lu Futu was about to speak when, smelling the delicious aroma of flour, his stomach suddenly rumbled an alarm. The little girl, who was tugging at the door, turned around abruptly, stared at his stomach, and giggled.

Su Jiaoniang brought out the fried food boxes and handed one to each person.

The dark red and glossy wild vegetable boxes looked incredibly delicious. The little girl opened her mouth and let out a loud "ooh!" It was just an ordinary wild vegetable box, but to her, it tasted like a delicacy.

Looking at Lu Futu again, the child sat upright, holding a box in his hand, with a world-weary and indifferent expression on his face.

It's amazing how restrained he is at such a young age.

This is going to be difficult!

Su Jiaoniang made a judgment in her mind, but she was not flustered. Drug traffickers in later generations could not escape the law. How could this little thing, who had not yet grown into a big villain, rebel against the heavens?

After washing the pot and cooking a pot of wild vegetable porridge, each person drank a bowl and their eyes fell on their own small courtyard.

The fence around the yard was crooked and rickety, the gate had long since fallen to the ground, and the roof was drafty.

June weather is the most unpredictable. Su Jiaoniang told the children to rest in the shade and then pulled out a rusty machete: "Stay home and hide if you see bad people. Don't be brave. I'm going to cut down trees."

"No, I want to stay with my mother." Lu Futu was taken aback, put down the box in his hand, wiped his hands, and grabbed Su Jiaoniang's sleeve.

Su Jiaoniang pointed to the wound on Lu Futu's forehead: "You need to rest."

Lu Futu shook his head, his determination unwavering despite his young age, and held onto Su Jiaoniang tightly.

What could Su Jiaoniang do? Stubborn children are not easy to guide, especially since the little one was injured. She picked up the basket in the yard, put Lu Futu inside, took two boxes, and led the little girl outside.

There were many trees growing at the foot of the mountain, many of which could be used to repair the roof. Su Jiaoniang put down the child, took the knife, and cut the tree in a few strokes.

Lu Futu, sitting in the shade, stared at Su Jiaoniang in astonishment, swallowed hard, and asked the little girl, "Mother, when did she become so powerful?"

He just bumped his head and had a long nightmare. When he woke up, the world had become very strange. His gentle and timid mother was actually a superhuman!