Is this really the woman he fell for, the woman he almost lost his life to marry?
His son...
Chen Yourun was heartbroken.
That's why I couldn't wait to move up the schedule and go back immediately!
Now that his legs are crippled, he won't tell that woman about the money. If what his mother said is true, she'll probably be eager to divorce him as soon as he gets back.
Chen Yourun's face looked terribly pale.
Iron Sword Village.
The three children, one adult and three kids, were fast asleep, unaware that their husband was furious, and the three children were also unaware that their father had injured his leg.
On such a tranquil afternoon, while others were weeding in their fields, or...
Only the Chen family's dilapidated thatched hut remained closed.
Others looked on and scoffed, thinking that the Yin family was truly destined for a life of luxury.
Sudden,
"mother!"
Yin Lan, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a scream.
She was still in a daze when she cried out in alarm, "Mother!"
Yin Lan immediately snapped out of her daze, startled. What happened?
She turned her head and saw the older child looking at another place with disbelief, pointing in that direction with his little hand.
She followed the gaze and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled.
Yin Lan opened her arms and said, "Sanwa, come here, come to your mother's side~" She coaxed the smiling Sanwa.
While the other two or three were fast asleep, Sanwa somehow managed to stand up on his own for the first time!
He wobbled along on his short legs toward Yin Lan.
The two children held their breath, almost worried that their younger brother would fall several times.
Despite his wobbly gait, the third child eventually managed to snuggle into Yin Lan's arms. His mother's embrace was soft and warm, and the little guy giggled merrily, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
"Me too!" Erwa rushed over, and together with Sanwa, opened their little arms and hugged Yinlan.
The older child's hand twitched; he... seemed to want it too, but...
Yin Lan reached out and pulled Da Wa over as well. "Ah..." he exclaimed in surprise.
An adult is holding three little kids, looking very happy.
The three children laughed heartily.
Erwa giggled incessantly while twisting his body, saying, "Mommy, don't tickle me, giggle, Mommy, giggle, no, it tickles, giggle."
When the second child laughed, the third child laughed even harder.
The corners of Da Wa's mouth had also turned up slightly without anyone noticing.
very nice.
"Big brother, hehehe, help...hehehe, help me!" Erwa gasped for breath.
Urged on by the second child, the eldest child finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He blew a breath into his little hand, lifted it up, and aimed it at Yin Lan's armpit.
"No, don't... Ah... Hehehe, big brother... I'll beat you up if you're not careful."
The two boys, Da Wa and Er Wa, were no longer afraid of Yin Lan's threats. They didn't hold back when it came to tickling her, and Yin Lan dodged desperately, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
Sanwa plopped down on the bed, watching his mother and two brothers wrestling together, clapping and laughing heartily.
"Ah... let me go..."
"If you keep beating me up, I'll give you both a good beating and leave your butts bruised and battered!"
"Ahhh~"
The sound traveled through the poorly soundproofed thatched hut and reached the outside.
The people in the field shook their heads and sighed, "That Lady Yin, she was only better for a day, and now she's beating the child again. Sigh..."
"Those three kids from the Chen family are so pitiful, tsk tsk tsk..."
"I wonder if I'll even survive to grow up..."
...
After a while of commotion, Yin Lan's hair was a mess, and her childishness came out. "Let's fight again tonight. I don't believe I can't deal with you two little brats."
Second Child: Hehehe...
The older child's face was flushed, and he finally shed his old-fashioned demeanor and showed a bit of childlike innocence.
"Alright, get some rest, let's get to work!"
Yin Lan assigned tasks, "Sanwa, you lie down and don't get up and cause trouble!"
The three children, who had been sitting, immediately lay down obediently.
Yin Lan then realized that her third child had left without even sitting down? Skipping a grade? Is that possible? Will there be any problems? Skipping a grade now, could he be a child prodigy?!
After all, it's a book. What if the author suddenly gets a whim and randomly gives the third child a prodigy setting? It's not impossible; we'll have to wait and see.
"Can the eldest child kill a chicken?"
The older child puffed out his small chest.
"Okay, Da Wa, go kill the chicken, boil water and clean the feathers."
"Erwa, go wash the mushrooms you picked."
The two kids immediately got to work in an orderly manner after receiving their assignments.
Although the eldest child felt it was a pity, as chickens should be raised to lay eggs, the family couldn't even feed themselves properly, let alone feed the chickens.
Moreover, he had already realized that his mother was the type to eat everything she had, no matter how small.
Fine, let him eat it. He's already given up.
Erwa was overjoyed, saying, "We'll have chicken tonight! Chicken!"
On the other hand, Yin Lan herself began to try to make Shu Baiwang.
Yin Lan first washed the leaves of the yam and set them aside.
The cloth used for wrapping and filtering?
The only clean piece of cloth in the house was a piece of coarse white cloth given to us by Grandma Chen. It had large gaps and was not as good as a real filter cloth, but it was still usable.
Yin Lan avoided Erwa and quietly tore off a small square piece of cloth.
Then put the washed leaves of the yam into a cloth and wrap them up.
Yin Lan remembered that there was a stone next to her house with a depression about the length of a thumb and the width of a palm. She picked out a long stone of about the same thickness from the various stones that Da Wa had collected. The two stones together could barely make a stone pestle and mortar, but it was still too small. Since she only used about ten leaves today, it was just right. If she wanted to make a large batch in the future, she would need to buy a larger pestle and mortar.
Yin Lan placed the cloth bag wrapped with leaves into the groove and began to crush it with a stone pestle to extract the juice.
The sound of knocking came from the roof and the eldest son, who was having a battle of wits with the rooster, glanced over.
He didn't know what his mother was doing; it looked like she was playing with leaves.
As long as his mother didn't beat them or take money out of the house, he could play as much as he wanted. With that thought, he used the new kitchen knife to cut the rooster's neck and immediately caught the chicken blood in a bowl.
He strained his entire body, holding onto the rooster as it struggled to its last breath.
Yin Lan felt a mix of emotions watching this. It was so bloody! She wouldn't dare kill a chicken, but she wouldn't hesitate to eat it. Luckily, she had an older child at home. Although he was young, he was very useful. Yin Lan gave him a mental thumbs up.
Yin Lan crushed the leaves herself, soaked the cloth bag in water, put it into the biggest broken bowl in the house, and began to rub it continuously. She then squeezed out the juice by hand, repeating the process over and over.
Before long, the bowl was filled with a large bowl of bright green liquid.
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