"Mother, does it hurt here?"
Dong Huiying endured the pain in her knee, she supported her daughter’s arm, trying to help her up, "It’s nothing, it’s nothing, Mother is fine, Baobao... Baobao, do you remember your mother? That’s wonderful, I was so afraid you had forgotten me, afraid that you would never think of me again..."
Dong Feiyan clutched Dong Huiying’s arm tightly, and Dong Huiying also felt a bit teary inside.
She slowly got up and then gently hugged Dong Feiyan.
"Mother..." With that call to Mother, she suddenly had a feeling as if she was saying goodbye to the past.
From that moment on, she was no longer just Dong Huiying from another world, but also Da Bao, born in Daliu Village, who had been separated from her parents and dear ones for ten years.
Dong Feiyan was sobbing, her daughter’s gentle demeanor bringing her both joy and heartache. To be a mother is to be strong, and as her daughter’s mother, she had failed to protect Baobao in the past, allowing the ignorant villagers to sell her to a human trafficker, something she had regretted for many years.
After a long while, Dong Huiying calmed Dong Feiyan down, then proceeded to diagnose and treat her leg. The problem wasn’t serious; it was somewhat similar to Yixuan’s broken leg the year before. The bone fragments had broken, and after the wound healed, the bone had regrown crookedly, which is why she continued to limp and dared not put her weight on it.
Dong Feiyan trusted Dong Huiying immensely, so when Dong Huiying proposed to treat her leg, she agreed without a second thought. She didn’t even consider where her Baobao had learned such medical skills.
Xu Wenzhou stood at the door, watching the mother and daughter. His eldest daughter’s expression was always clear and lucid, unlike the confusion of the past, and he suddenly felt his life was complete.
Having a wife, a daughter, and a family that was safe and sound was all he could ask for.
The door was open, and outside, a young boy stared blankly into the room, seeing his older sister squatting in front of their mother.
The boy was lost in his thoughts; he didn’t like to talk and was a little autistic.
But he was actually very smart.
He quietly touched the fragrance bag tied to his waist. The fragrance bag smelled very nice and contained many calming herbal powders.
He lowered his head, inexplicably feeling a bit down.
"Today is really a good day!"
Xu Wenzhou said happily, "San Nian, come, help Daddy cook!"
So, while Dong Huiying was busy treating Dong Feiyan’s leg, Xu Wenzhou and San Nian were also bustling about. Xu Wenzhou cooked a table full of dishes, and he asked San Nian to bring out the stored vintage wine. Today was a happy day, and the smile on his face was one he could not suppress even if he tried.
San Nian was a very attentive child. He didn’t make a sound, but there was liveliness in his eyes; often he wouldn’t wait for his father’s orders, already having chopped the vegetables and fetched bowls and the like in advance.
Liang Zhichen saw a pile of wood that had not been chopped in the courtyard, so he rolled up his sleeves, picked up an axe, and took the initiative to help chop wood.
Usually, men from Dayuan were very weak, with little strength, and the heavy labor at home was almost entirely done by women. But these days, with Dong Feiyan’s leg being lame and making it difficult for her to move around, and with Dong Xinyuan having gone to distant Kaoshan Village, the firewood at home was too much for Xu Wenzhou to handle alone, and recently, making fire had relied entirely on picked-up twigs.
"Oh, brother-in-law, please sit down! I can do this kind of work!"
Dong Xinyuan, munching on a golden-brown pancake, saw her brother-in-law actually getting busy with work, and quickly ran over.
In her deeply entrenched beliefs, she had always thought men were like fragile porcelain, but the brothers-in-law from the Liang family were quite strange and atypical; they were strong and incredibly capable.