Chapter 3 Dad, this was created by a god!
With the help of the faint moonlight, Da Bao finally saw what his sister had taken out of her arms.
It was a huge, dazzlingly white dough ball.
It was still steaming.
An overpowering aroma of meat, as if it had grown legs, instantly exploded in the dilapidated kiln filled with the smells of mold and medicinal residue.
Da Bao's throat felt like it was being choked, and he made an extremely loud swallowing sound.
That's the body's most instinctive reaction.
"What...what is this?"
Da Bao's eyes widened, and his hands were trembling.
Zhao Di was too preoccupied to notice her brother's shock.
Her small, frozen hands held a bun bigger than her face, as if they were holding the hopes of the whole world.
She stumbled and crawled to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
Lin Jianguo was still unconscious on the kang (a heated brick bed), his brows furrowed tightly, his face ashen like that of a dead man.
"Dad...eat..."
Zhao Di placed a hot steamed bun on Lin Jianguo's chapped lips.
The heat traveled down his lips and into Lin Jianguo's nose.
For someone who has fainted from hunger, the aroma of meat is like a life-saving elixir.
Lin Jianguo's eyelids twitched a few times.
A gurgling sound came from his throat.
He struggled to open his eyes, his gaze still somewhat unfocused, only his fierce determination to survive remained.
"What...what does it taste like?"
Lin Jianguo's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.
When Zhao Di saw that her father had woken up, her eyes immediately curved into crescents, and she forced the steamed bun into her father's mouth.
"Meat! Daddy, eat meat! Eat meat and you won't die!"
Lin Jianguo took a bite without thinking.
The soft, fluffy dough wraps around juicy, succulent meat filling, with the pure flavor of scallion and pork.
With that bite, the long-awaited oil and flavor slid down my throat into my stomach, like a fire being lit, warming my whole body.
But the next second.
Lin Jianguo suddenly realized what was happening.
He shoved Zhao Di's hand away so forcefully that he almost fell off the kang (a heated brick bed).
The half-eaten bun rolled onto the kang mat.
"Where did this come from?!"
Lin Jianguo propped himself up, his sharp eyes, honed on the battlefield, fixed intently on Zhao Di.
These days, who has flour? Who has meat?
Even the commune secretary's family wouldn't dare eat like this during the Spring Festival!
Such a big meat bun can only be stolen!
Or perhaps someone tricked her into doing something bad using this thing!
Lin Jianguo's heart sank, feeling even more desperate than the day he broke his leg.
He was a soldier, a tough guy who never bent his back in his entire life.
Even if we starve or freeze to death, we cannot allow the Lin family's offspring to become thieves!
Kneel down!
Lin Jianguo's loud shout aggravated the injury on his leg, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Da Bao was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
Zhao Di was terrified by her father's fierce and menacing appearance.
She didn't understand.
It's clearly delicious, and Dad can live after eating it, so why is Dad angry?
The little girl pouted, tears welling up in her big eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
“Father… isn’t fierce… Zhao Di is scared…”
"I'm asking you where this came from!"
Lin Jianguo grabbed the cane beside the kang (a heated brick bed), his hands trembling. "Did you steal it from the commune canteen? Or did you sneak it from the landlord's courtyard? Speak!"
Da Bao cried out, his voice trembling with tears, "Dad! Zhao Di is only three years old, how could she steal anything! The windows of the commune canteen are taller than her!"
"Did this thing fall from the sky?!"
Lin Jianguo pointed at the steamed bun, his chest heaving with anger.
Zhao Di shrank her neck, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
She remembered what the strange uncle had said in her mind.
"It was...it was given to me by the fairy uncle..."
Zhao Di said in a childish voice, her eyes clear and without a trace of impurity.
"The fairy uncle said that if you give it to Dad, he will get better."
Lin Jianguo laughed in anger.
That bitter laugh born of despair.
"Gods? Where are the gods in this world? If there were gods, would they watch us starve to death? Would they watch these mountains of snow bury people to death?"
He concluded that the child was lying or had been instigated by someone.
Just then.
The glass bottle in Zhao Di's arms slipped out.
With a clanging sound.
The bottle of warm milk rolled to Lin Jianguo's side.
The transparent glass bottle had red lettering printed on it, a printing technique that didn't exist in that era.
The liquid inside was as white as snow, yet so thick it clung to the sides of the container.
Lin Jianguo was stunned.
He's worldly-wise.
Back when I was in the army, I captured canned goods from the Americans, but I've never seen such an exquisite bottle.
This is something that neither the commune nor the landlord's family could have.
Could it be... a deity?
The system rolled its eyes dramatically in Zhao Di's mind.
【Foolish humans! This system is high-tech! It's the culmination of science! What gods? Superstition! This is feudal superstition!】
But... never mind, they wouldn't understand quantum teleportation in this low-dimensional civilization anyway.
The system observed the scene before it, and the data flow became somewhat disordered.
It detected Lin Jianguo's emotional fluctuations.
It was extreme pride mixed with extreme powerlessness.
This disabled man would rather starve to death than compromise his meager dignity.
What a...troublesome parent.
The system sighed.
[Host, if you don't convince your father soon, you're going to get a beating. It won't hurt me, but your little body can't take it.]
[Urgent mission issued: Prove the miracle.]
Task objective: Cleanse your face of dirt and grime.
[Mission Item: Yunnan Baiyao Aerosol (2050 Military Enhanced Version, disguised).]
The voice suddenly echoed in Zhao Di's mind again.
"Wash your face... will you get candy?" Zhao Di asked secretly to herself.
System: […Yes! After you heal your father's leg, you can eat dragon meat if you want!]
Zhao Di's eyes lit up.
She didn't understand what it meant to prove a miracle, but she understood what washing her face meant.
The little girl grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and smeared it haphazardly on her face.
The icy snow water mixed with mud and ash rubbed away a bit of the original skin color from that kitten-like face.
The instant her little hand left her cheek.
The air suddenly distorted.
There were no dazzling special effects.
It was a red and white iron bottle that appeared out of thin air in Zhao Di's palm with a "thud"—completely abruptly and without warning.
Lin Jianguo saw it all clearly.
Da Bao could see it clearly as well.
The bottle seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
It definitely wasn't taken out of her sleeve; Zhao Di's tattered cotton-padded jacket had sleeves so short they exposed her wrists, so it couldn't possibly hide anything.
The cave dwelling was deathly silent.
The only sound was the whistling of the wind blowing through the crack in the door.
The cane in Lin Jianguo's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
His eyes, which had witnessed countless deaths and deaths, were now wide open, bigger than copper bells.
"This...this..."
Lin Jianguo's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Zhao Di, however, held up the iron bottle in front of Lin Jianguo as if presenting a treasure.
"Father, the medicine was given by the fairy uncle."
"My uncle said that the pain will stop after spraying it on."
The little girl stood on tiptoe, trying to reach Lin Jianguo's injured leg.
Lin Jianguo instinctively shrank back a little.
This was beyond his comprehension.
Even the most staunch materialist's worldview begins to crumble at this moment.
"Father... he really is a god..."
Da Bao swallowed hard and whispered, "When my sister came in just now, I felt like she was radiating light... really."
Actually, it was just the reflection of the snow, but Da Bao had already imagined it.
Lin Jianguo, his hands trembling, took the metal bottle.
A cool, metallic feel.
There were a few words written on it that he recognized.
"Yunnan...Bai...yao..."
But this bottle is too exquisite; the nozzle design is unbelievably ingenious.
"Dad, spray it."
Zhao Di looked at him expectantly, "If you spray me, you can take me to catch grasshoppers."
Lin Jianguo looked into his daughter's eyes, which were filled with expectation and trust.
He then looked at the divine object that had appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
He gritted his teeth.
Anyway, this leg is useless, and I've been given a second chance at life.
Since it was his daughter who begged for it, he would accept it even if it was poison!
"Okay, Daddy's going to spray."
Lin Jianguo took a deep breath and pressed the nozzle.
"laugh--"
A white mist gushed out, instantly enveloping the swollen and blackened injured leg.
A strange, cool sensation instantly seeped into my bones.
Immediately following was the intense heat.
It's as if countless invisible little hands are slowly reconnecting those broken meridians and necrotic muscles.
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