Chapter 9: The 1960s when Labor was Paramount

It was not until slow moments that Gu Yu and the village chief, Liu, seemed to have an amicable relationship.

Neither dominating nor overbearing.

The rough men or drunken fools in the village were subdued and obeyed, and the village atmosphere gradually changed.

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At the town hospital.

Just one week past eight months, Lin Muqing’s water broke.

She was quickly taken to the hospital.

On the way, she secretly bought a twenty-first-century high-tech pain relief injection with a hundred yuan bill.

The feeling of contractions was far more intense than anesthesia.

Right because she could feel everything, she did not realize that the three babies in her belly were competing to arrive first, each kicking her hard, making her belly ache terribly.

“Take a deep breath, you can do it!”

“Almost there, almost there.”

After about ten minutes.

As ripe melons fall from the vine, the three little ones finally came out safely.

“These three babies have such beautiful birthmarks,” the doctor pointed at the three soft, vulnerable babies, whose skin was as tender as tofu, with several greenish spots etched on them.

“Lin Muqing, your physical condition is excellent; the delivery was quick with almost no wounds.”

“It’s simply a miracle.”

“All bodily functions are normal.”

Originally, several obstetricians were on standby, worried there would be complications, but they never expected it would go this smoothly.

They were three little bundles of joy.

The system was pleased: [Yes, this is thanks to my upbringing fund’s support group.]

Lin Muqing nodded in agreement: “Thank you very much!”

[We are partners; why the need for thanks?]

“I’m tired; I’ll take a nap first.”

Her skin was glistening with a layer of sweat, and her delicate and beautiful features were covered in a thin sheen, so exhausted she closed her eyes.

Outside.

A family of five was anxiously waiting at the operating room door.

A man over 1.9 meters tall quietly shed tears.

“May the old ancestors bless us!”

“Bless for both mother and child to be safe.”

“Four children!”

“Oh my goodness!”

Time passed, though it felt like an eternity.

Finally, the doctor came out, holding one baby in each arm, while a nurse carried another.

“You did great; congratulations, mother! Two boys and a girl.”

Gu Mu let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the babies, “Thank you, thank you, where is my daughter-in-law?”

“Your daughter-in-law is doing fine.”

“Can I go in?” Gu Yu slowly stood up and moved towards the door.

The doctor was startled by the man’s tear-streaked face, “No, she’s fine inside; it’s just that she is recovering now.”

Three little ones were returned to Gu village.

Lin Muqing gazed at the babies she had longed for; all three had fair skin, high little noses, and eyes as round and black as grapes.

The three did not look alike.

Feeding them became a struggle; the babies cried, but her milk supply was low.

The sounds of the three babies crying echoed through the room, competing to see who could cry louder.

[Host, hurry to the group to buy nourishing milk or formula.]

Lin Muqing coaxed softly, “Let’s cuddle and comfort the two.”

“Okay!” Gu Yu picked one up and left the other to Lin; the two were so tiny that it felt like they might break if he squeezed too hard. As a new father, he cautiously relaxed his muscles while holding them close.

The door clicked shut.

Lin Muqing quickly accessed the system to look for milk products in the group chat and found a nourishing product.

 Amazing Milk Supplement Price: One cent

Instantly, a packet of milk appeared, and she drank it all up.

Feeling her belly swell, she hurriedly scooped up her three treasures.

Feeding them one by one.

All very satisfying.

Gu Yu played the role of the courier, bringing the well-fed babies to the next-door grandmother’s.

Half an hour passed.

Lin Muqing was troubled.

What does continuous supply mean?

“Isn’t there supervision?” her face flushed.

Gu Yu sat beside her, his gaze roaming; his wife’s clothing barely covered her delicate physique, her skin was smooth as cream, and her features were enchanting.

“No, I’ll go to sleep.”

Breath quickened.

His gaze shifted, only to notice the long and shapely legs casually resting.

Half-hidden, half-revealed.

It was rather distracting.

Eventually, Gu Yu stood up and began to retreat, “Darling, rest well, I’ll step out for a bit.”

“It’s just that I…”

“My clothes…”

“Are wet…”

…

Lin Muqing lay back on the bed with arms wrapped around her.

Her skin was as soft as peach blossoms, her eyes like autumn waters, sinking into a deep sleep.

All was normal.

The three babies grew plump and chubby with ample milk supply.

After using a restoration potion once, her body regained its previous state remarkably, and her skeletal structure returned to a light and flexible condition.

Every night, Gu Yu stayed up caring for the babies, feeding them, allowing Lin to catch up on sleep. He was becoming even more handsome, dazzling in every gesture.

By six months, the trio of babies developed their characters, and they started expressing their desires.

When hungry, they’d say “I want milk~,” and when they wanted to be held, “I want to be held~.”

The second baby, Gu Song, was like an ordinary child, following the developmental pattern of flipping by three months and sitting by six; he’d be crawling around with his sister while she was starting to talk, and he was also blowing bubbles and crying.

The youngest, Gu Xi, was still developing; he couldn’t sit just yet but was showing surprising strength at just six months old.