Chapter 67: Second Brother Song, Are You Ready?

“Alright.”

Song Jiuchi rushed inside to help, and the next second, his startled cry rang out.

“Eldest Brother, stop moving! Let me help you.”

Most likely out of pride, Song Jiuyuan still wanted to rely on himself.

Jiang Wan shook her head with a smile. On the other side, Song Jiuli had finished preparing dinner and cheerfully called out:

“Sister-in-law, come eat!”

“Okay.”

Jiang Wan sat down. Madam Song had already served the food. Seeing that her portion in the bamboo bowl was larger than anyone else’s, Jiang Wan gave a helpless smile.

“Mother, don’t favor me so much. It’s fine if we all eat the same amount.”

“That won’t do.”

Madam Song looked serious. “You have to search for food, treat Jiuyuan’s body, and even solve problems from time to time. You’re the one exerting the most energy — you need to nourish yourself properly.”

“Exactly, unlike me. Sister-in-law, you just tell me what to do and I’ll do it — no thinking needed!”

Song Jiuli nodded like garlic being pounded. He looked a bit silly, but that only made him more endearing.

“Well, I don’t have a big appetite and can’t eat this much.”

Smiling, Jiang Wan took out a clean bamboo bowl and portioned out some meat and rice, then stood up and walked toward the Chen family not far away.

Although Madam Chen and Chen Ce hadn’t been arguing lately, they hadn’t spoken much either — clearly both were holding grudges.

Even so, Chen Ce hadn’t forgotten to take care of his wife and child. Although it was just a simple wild vegetable porridge, it was still done decently.

“Madam Chen, I can’t eat all this meat. Could you and Wenhao help me finish it?”

Jiang Wan’s eyes sparkled with a smile, warming Madam Chen’s heart. “It’s alright. We’re just having porridge. You can keep that for tomorrow, Madam Song.”

Even though she had overheard their conversation earlier, she understood Jiang Wan was only saying this to help her.

“Go ahead and eat it — for the baby.”

Jiang Wan poured the meat into Madam Chen’s bowl. She had taken supplies from the warehouses of others because they were enemies of hers and Song Jiuyuan.

But the Chen family was different. Though they’d also been raided, they had never offended her. So Jiang Wan always tried to help where she could.

“Thank you, Madam Song!”

Chen Ce didn’t refuse, because he knew his wife’s health truly needed nourishment.

With a sigh, Madam Chen accepted it. For the sake of the baby in her womb, she had to stay strong.

“No need to thank me.”

Jiang Wan smiled as she walked back. By then, Song Jiuyuan had also come out and gave her a grateful smile.

Jiang Wan didn’t mind. She calmly ate her food while Madam Chen took a bite of meat and swallowed it.

She immediately felt a warm sensation in her belly. She thought it was the nourishment from the meat, unaware that Jiang Wan had secretly added some spiritual spring water into her bowl when she came over.

Although Jiang Wan had never given birth herself and couldn’t fully understand Madam Chen’s risky decision to keep the baby, she still chose to help her — and the life inside her.

“Husband, you and Wenhao should have some too.”

Madam Chen picked up some meat and placed it in Chen Ce’s bowl, but he didn’t eat it. “Since you’ve decided to keep the baby, you need to take care of yourself first.

You and Wenhao eat the meat. I’ll just drink porridge.”

Madam Chen froze for a second, and then her eyes lit up with joy. “Husband, you’re agreeing to keep the baby?”

She didn’t dare say it too loudly for fear of being overheard by the officers. But the hand covering her mouth trembled — she was clearly overjoyed.

“If that’s what you want, then we’ll keep it. But take better care of yourself, alright? Stop being mad at me.”

Madam Chen hadn’t spoken to him for days, and it had made Chen Ce feel awful. All he could do now was protect her well.

“Okay.”

Madam Chen broke into a teary smile and lovingly stroked little Chen Wenhao’s head.

With his parents reconciled, Wenhao smiled so brightly his eyes curved into crescent moons. “Dad, Mom — you’re finally back together!”

The joyful voices nearby warmed Jiang Wan’s heart. Smiling, she finished eating and set down her chopsticks and bowl.

Song Jiuli very sensibly went off to wash the dishes and clean the pot, while Madam Song laid out bedding and quilts.

These were what Jiang Wan had brought back last time. No one asked where she’d gone. In the end, they knew she did it all for everyone.

Song Jiuchi went out again to gather some firewood. The family then casually washed up and got ready to sleep.

Jiang Wan slept on the cart with Madam Song and Song Jiuli, while Song Jiuchi and Song Jiuyuan shared the straw bed.

Once everyone had gradually fallen asleep, Jiang Wan eagerly entered her space.

The fruit trees inside were all bearing fruit, making her squint with joy.

Remembering how sweet the fruits had tasted last time, she picked a loquat. It was deliciously sweet.

So tasty!

Song Jiuyuan’s frail body wasn’t fully healed yet. She planned to take some out to share with everyone. If he got better soon, things would be much easier for her.

After checking the fruit, she inspected the lush vegetables. Then she noticed the corn, sweet potatoes, wheat, and rice were all ready to harvest!

Closing her eyes, she began using her consciousness to harvest the crops. Everything flew toward her.

At first, she only meant to harvest half — the rest wouldn’t spoil anyway. But once she started, it became addicting.

And just like that — she harvested it all!

Ah!

A sharp pain stabbed through her head. Jiang Wan was forcibly ejected from the space. Her powers were completely drained.

Looks like she needed to use her spatial powers with more restraint. Rubbing her temples, Jiang Wan took out a pill from the space and swallowed it.

Only then did the pain in her head ease. After drinking a cup of spring water, she felt significantly better.

After this experience, she knew she wouldn’t dare act so recklessly again. Exhausting her powers could be dangerous.

Her head still felt groggy and heavy — she was probably too tired. So she closed her eyes to rest.

But this time, her sleep was restless. In her dreams, she was back in her previous life carrying out missions.

Then, inexplicably, it turned into a scene of famine in ancient times — corpses everywhere, the dead lying across the land — terrifying enough to jolt her awake.

“Wanwan, you’re awake? Breakfast’s not ready yet. Go back to sleep a little more.”

Madam Song was sitting by the fire, carefully mending their clothes.

A loving mother with thread in hand, sewing clothes for her children far from home.

Jiang Wan felt deeply moved. Madam Song truly was an incredible mother. She got up, put on her outer robe, and stepped down from the cart.

“Mother, it’s still dark. The light’s poor — be careful not to hurt your eyes.”

“This is the only time I have. Once we’re on the road, I won’t have a chance to do this.”

Madam Song sighed. Back then, their family never had to wear patched clothes. Now…

Sigh. Better not to talk about it.

Jiang Wan spoke to her gently in a soft voice so as not to disturb the others.

Song Jiuyuan was a light sleeper. Years of military experience had made him alert to the slightest sound. But he didn’t get up — he didn’t want to interrupt the rare, warm moment between Jiang Wan and Madam Song.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, Jiang Wan was just about to wake the others when a shrill scream pierced the air.

“Ah!!! It hurts so much!”

The voice was familiar — it was Second Brother Song. They lived right next door.

Hearing his pained screams, the corners of Jiang Wan’s mouth curled upward slightly. The medicine had taken effect.

Second Brother Song, are you ready?