Shen Ning's originally cold and stern gaze softened slowly as she reached out to pick up her daughter and gently ruffled her messy hair, asking softly, "Scared?"
Little Ru's black and white eyes filled with tears, she nodded obediently, clutching her mother tightly.
Dressed in patched labor cloth that had been washed over and over again, Little Ru was the same age as her brother, Da'an, but much shorter and wearing hand-me-down clothes. By the age when Da'an was already speaking fluently, Little Ru couldn't even call her mother, so the children in the production brigade always called her "Little Mute."
Shen Ning kissed her daughter. In her past life, she had never heard Little Ru speak a word. She vowed that in this lifetime, she would earn a lot of money to get her child medical treatment, so that she could speak like a normal child, happy and carefree, instead of living in fear and pity like she was now.
Da'an called out, "Mother, let's go make breakfast!"
Shen Ning was about to take out the pickled vegetables to stir-fry.
In the production brigade, every household would pickle some vegetables, which were good for cooking or eating with rice.
Shen Ning placed her hand on the lid of the pickled vegetable jar and suddenly noticed the quiet silver bracelet lying on her wrist. It had eight lotus petals with Sanskrit inscriptions inside and out, with a slightly dark color, giving the whole bracelet an ancient and delicate look.
This bracelet had been with her in this life and the previous one.
She gently touched the bracelet. It was the only thing her biological father had left her before he passed away, and she had cherished it like a treasure, not letting Shen Yu take it away.
She had worn it her whole life and never noticed anything unusual.
But she vividly remembered that when she was lying in a pool of blood before her death, the bracelet had been soaked in her blood and had emitted a bright light as she closed her eyes. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but when she opened her eyes again, she was back here.
Could it be possible?
Could it be her dying gasp?
Da'an ran to find her, seeing his mother lost in thought, and couldn't help but worry, "Mother, don't scare me, I'm scared when you're like this!"
Shen Ning put away her thoughts. Perhaps it was just her imagination.
She took out some pickled vegetables from the jar and went to the kitchen.
She took out some oil from a bamboo jar, a precious piece of fat that Aunt Luo Aixian had specially given her. She rubbed it in a hot pan to stir-fry the vegetables.
The two children weren't picky eaters, and usually ate these kinds of meals. But Shen Ning could see that they were growing, especially Little Ru, who had been weak since birth and needed to improve her nutrition.
She went to the chicken coop in the yard and was pleasantly surprised to find that the only river field chicken they raised had laid eggs, two of them.
She joyfully washed the eggshells and prepared to make a steamed egg custard.
Da'an, who hadn't had meat for a long time, was excited and jumping around, but at the same time, he was a little uneasy. "Mother, can't we keep the eggs to exchange for ration coupons?"
Now, every household was poor, and resources were extremely scarce. The grain and ration coupons distributed by the production brigade at the end of the year were very limited. So, people in the production brigade usually saved some eggs to exchange for coupons in times of urgent need.
Although Da'an also wanted to eat the eggs, he felt guilty. He had known the family's difficulties since he was a child. Without a father, his mother had raised them on her own, working in the fields to earn a living. He and his sister were still young and could contribute very little to the family.
He felt a great sense of responsibility and thought every day about growing up so he could earn more and help the family out of poverty.
Shen Ning patted her son's head. "Da'an, you and your sister are growing, and you need to eat well. In the future, I will make sure you have good days and eat eggs every day."