“Mom has always been amazing!” Lu Xiaoya said, digging out a few cicada nymphs from the ground.

Lu Tutu ignored the little girl whose mind was full of food and continued to stare at Su Jiaoniang who was cutting down trees. Su Jiaoniang wiped her sweat. It was too hot in the summer. Even the slightest movement would leave her covered in sweat.

After cutting down enough trees, all that was left was to move them back. Luckily, Su Jiaoniang was strong and managed to transport the tree trunks home in just two trips.

Back in the woods, he saw a basket full of cicada nymphs and smiled, saying, "Cicada nymphs are best when deep-fried, so fragrant and delicious. We have some oil at home, I'll fry them for you when we get home."

Their gaze fell on Lu Futu, noticing the child staring at the bushes not far away.

Su Jiaoniang smelled a faint scent of blood and was about to go look for it when the child tugged at her sleeve: "Let's go home, I'm tired."

"Okay, let's go home!" Su Jiaoniang said, putting the child on her back in the basket. The moment she put the basket on her back, a smile appeared on her lips. The child didn't want her to look at the bushes. Children with antisocial personality disorder shouldn't be ignored, even when they are young. But she insisted on looking and turned to walk towards the bushes.

Parting the haystack, they found a child lying there, covered in blood. The child's fair face was covered in dirty mud, clearly a result of being pampered in a wealthy life.

Lu Futu, who was squatting in the basket, turned green with anger. He had already said he was going home.

Why are you still looking here? His mother is a bit stupid.

Before I could finish my lament, I saw the foolish mother pick up the child from the ground and put him in the basket as well.

The narrow basket instantly became crowded.

"Is Mom tired? Little girl, wipe Mom's sweat." Lu Xiaoya took a small handkerchief and wiped Su Jiaoniang's forehead. Su Jiaoniang reached out and picked up the little girl. She already had two children on her back in the basket.

I can't let my little girl walk alone; as a mother, I have to treat her equally.

We shouldn't let the little girl suffer just because she's healthy, well-behaved, and sensible.

After returning home with her three children, Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Futu and said, "My little one is so clever. Did you notice the commotion in the bushes a while ago and worry that a wild animal might be hiding there and hurt your mother? That's why you urged your mother to come home early."

Lu Futu...

Foolish woman, he just doesn't want to cause trouble.

However, Lu Futu couldn't resist Su Jiaoniang's praising gaze. He liked this kind of loving praise, which he found irresistible.

At this moment, a pair of gentle, soft hands appeared on Lu Futu's head, stroking his head.

"Mother, it's so good." Having a mother is so good! Thinking this, Lu Futu's little body stiffened. Although he was young, he instinctively felt that his sentiments were inappropriate. He had always had a mother! He was still a five-year-old child, why was he thinking so much?

"Of course your mother is good." Su Jiaoniang praised the little one, then turned her gaze to Xiaoya: "Now it's Xiaoya's turn to go and invite Grandpa Liu over, okay?"

The little girl's timid gaze fell on the child covered in blood, she nodded, and ran outside.

Su Jiaoniang touched the remaining money. With a new sick patient in the family, the money she had taken from Zhu Shi was not going to stay. She had to think of a better way to make money.

Looking at the child's wounds and the fabric of his clothes, it's hard to believe that a child from a wealthy family could be injured like this. If not handled properly, it could cause trouble. The premise of saving someone is not to implicate yourself.

I had previously thought of turning the precious items on the child into small handkerchiefs and purses to sell for some money, but now it seems that won't work. I need to find a new way. If all else fails, I'll have to perform breaking a boulder on my chest.

Su Jiaoniang thought for a moment, then quickly changed the child into the old clothes that Xiaoya had worn. The precious brocade was burned to ashes, leaving only jade pendants, sachets, and purses that could identify the child's identity. She skillfully buried them in the soil behind the pigsty.

Sitting on the stool, Lu Futu's face showed shock. His mother was so clever; she knew to eliminate all traces.

Of course, if it were him, he would just kill the little thing, thus eliminating all unknown troubles—simple and convenient.

After Su Jiaoniang finished treating Xiaoya, she finally brought Doctor Liu over.

After treating the wound, Doctor Liu noticed Su Jiaoniang's hesitant expression and said, "Don't worry, I'm not one to talk too much. I only treated Xiao Futu's wound today; I haven't seen anyone else."

A smile appeared in Su Jiaoniang's eyes.

Wow, Dr. Liu is a smart man.

After thinking for a moment, he stuffed all the remaining money he had into Doctor Liu's hand: "Take it, doctors aren't doing charity."

After Dr. Liu left the courtyard, Su Jiaoniang went to the kitchen to brew medicine. She prepared one bowl for the child on the bed and one bowl for Lu Futu. Those who were awake could drink it themselves, but for those who were unconscious, Su Jiaoniang used a funnel to put the bitter medicine into the child's mouth.

...

Lu Futu, who had been watching everything, touched his neck, turned to look at the little girl, and asked haltingly, "Mother, she, fed me medicine like this yesterday too."

Little Ya nodded happily.

Lu Futu decided that he would never fall into a coma again.

Su Jiaoniang went to the kitchen, prepared some simple food, and the family filled their stomachs before starting to build the house. This was no easy task, but Su Jiaoniang was strong, capable of doing the work of ten strong men.

In less than a night, the roof was repaired and the beams and pillars were reinforced. The little house didn't look very nice, but for the family, it finally had a sturdy and lasting place to call home.

As the sun rose, Su Jiaoniang began to think about ways to make money. Breaking a boulder on her chest was her last resort; now she needed to choose a way to make money in the long run.

Her cooking was so delicious that people in later generations, who were besieged by gourmet food, craved what she made.

Now we can prepare some food. The kitchen has salt, sugar, eggs, flour, and lard.

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