Stinking Drunk, What Are You Looking At?

Hearing that, Lin Feng's anger flared.

Damn it, where did this little brat come from?

He turned his head and saw that it was his eldest son, Lin Yuxiang.

Seeing the little fellow's sallow, skinny face, bare bottom, and body without an ounce of flesh on it, Lin Feng's anger vanished at once.

Looking farther to the side, he saw three little boys even smaller and skinnier than his eldest son standing beside Lin Yuxiang.

The four brothers looked like four chicks, their tiny bodies supporting oversized heads.

They were obviously malnourished. The children had wasted away to this extent, yet the original owner had still had the mind to buy alcohol.

Weren't there five children? Where was the other one?

Lin Feng swept his gaze over the courtyard.

He saw a little girl with two horn-shaped braids poke her head out from the window of the main house.

The little girl met Lin Feng's eyes, then quickly shrank back inside.

This was his youngest daughter, Lin Yuer.

The original owner had often beaten and cursed these children, sparing not even his daughter.

The boys were tough-skinned; the more he beat them, the less afraid of him they became.

But after being beaten a few times, his daughter no longer even dared to face the original owner.

When Lin Yuxiang saw Lin Feng looking at him, fear flashed through his eyes, and he took a step back.

Feeling ashamed of himself, the little fellow gritted his teeth and stepped forward again.

"Stinking drunk, what are you looking at? Want to beat me?

I'll stand right here and let you beat me. If you've got the guts, beat me to death.

Otherwise, when I grow up, I'll beat you eight times a day."

Seeing his frightened yet unyielding little face, Lin Feng's heart inexplicably ached.

Lin Feng took out five sugar figurines and waved them in front of the little fellow.

Lin Yuxiang's eyes followed the sugar figurines, his neck stretching forward as drool trickled uncontrollably from his mouth.

Lin Feng smiled and asked, "Want some? If you do, call me Dad. Call me Dad and I'll give you one."

Gulp. The little fellow swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then called out crisply, "Dad."

This kid knew which way the wind was blowing.

"Good son." Lin Feng handed the five sugar figurines to Lin Yuxiang. "Share them with your brothers and sister. One each."

The little fellow snatched the sugar figurines and ran off.

Mother Lin asked, "Xiao Feng, where did these sugar figurines come from?"

"Mom, didn't I tell you? After I woke up, I found quite a lot of silver in my arms.

I took the silver to the county town and bought them. There's still plenty of silver left. Look if you don't believe me."

Lin Feng took off the money pouch hanging from his body, opened it wide, and showed it to his mother.

Seeing so much silver, Mother Lin's eyes widened. She reached into the pouch and felt it.

After confirming that it was silver, she quickly withdrew her hand, pinched the pouch shut, and glanced toward the courtyard gate.

"Dabao, Erbabao, go shut the courtyard gate."

Lin Feng's eldest son Lin Yuxiang and second son Lin Yuxuan each held a sugar figurine as they ran toward the gate and shut it.

Seeing the gleaming silver, Mother Lin completely believed Lin Feng's words.

She walked to the wall and knelt before the Supreme God Statue, knocking her head against the ground three times with loud bangs.

"Thank you, Supreme One, for enlightening my son. Thank you, Supreme One, for enlightening my son."

Lin Feng did not explain. He stepped forward and helped his mother up.

Then he heard rumbling sounds from nearby.

He saw his four sons standing beside him, licking their little sugar figurines one bite at a time.

The rumbling sounds were coming from their stomachs.

Supporting his mother, Lin Feng asked, "Mom, you haven't eaten dinner yet, have you?"

"There's no grain left at home. Mom hasn't had time to go out and borrow any."

Lin Feng hurriedly took down the sack slung over him. He had tied it too tightly while traveling and had not had time to take it off.

These days, borrowing grain was easier said than done.

Lin Feng opened the grain sack.

"Mom, there's no need to borrow any. I bought rice, flour, and cured meat—enough for our family of eight to eat for half a month."

Seeing so much food, Mother Lin smiled as well.

"Good, good, good. Mom will go cook for you right away.

My precious grandchildren haven't had a full meal in days. Grandma will definitely make sure you eat your fill today."

Hearing that they could eat until they were full, the bare-bottomed children all clamored to carry firewood for Grandma.

Mother Lin gave Lin Feng a push.

"Go check on your wife. She struggled half the night yesterday, and her illness has gotten worse.

Good thing you brought back silver. When you have time, get a couple doses of medicine for your wife."

Lin Feng took out the medicine he had already bought.

"Mom, I got medicine for my wife. I also bought medicine for your bruises and sprains. After we eat, I'll apply it for you."

Mother Lin looked at Lin Feng, her tear-filled eyes brimming with relief.

"Mom, why are you crying again?"

Mother Lin wiped her tears with her sleeve. "Sob, sob. Mom is happy. My Feng'er seems to have grown up all at once and knows how to care for people now. Go see your wife. Mom is going to cook."

Mother Lin took the group of children to the kitchen.

Lin Feng walked into the bedroom and saw a young woman in coarse linen clothes lying on the bed.

Though his wife Zhou Chunlan was the mother of five children, she truly still looked like a young girl.

People in this world married early. His wife was only twenty this year.

Lin Feng walked closer and saw her face clearly.

Her bare face was oval and slightly pale, but its features were exquisitely shaped. Her eyebrows curved like willow leaves, delicate without losing their elegance.

What a classical beauty. She far surpassed those internet celebrities and stars from his previous life.

By rights, a country woman who had borne so many children and still had to manage the household should have turned into a sallow-faced matron.

Though the people here were generally much stronger than those in his previous life because of their environment.

Still, they should not have been this much stronger. Could it be that his wife's genes were especially outstanding?

That was possible too. She had given birth to quintuplets, so her genes certainly were extraordinary.

His wife in this life was young, and she still possessed a touch of youthful vitality.

Because of her illness, she also carried a sickly, fragile beauty that made one feel pity at the sight of her.

Lin Feng wanted to step closer, but his daughter blocked him.

The little girl spread her arms wide, looked up at him, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Mom is sick. Don't hit Mom."

Her little face was scrunched up, tears swirling in her eyes. Though she was so frightened she was about to cry, she still stood in front of her mother.

Whenever the original owner went on a drunken rampage, he beat everyone. There was no mother, wife, or child he would spare.

Lin Feng crouched down and took out a piece of osmanthus cake, handing it to his daughter.

"Good daughter, don't worry. Dad has changed. I won't hit anyone ever again.

Our Little Yuer knows how to protect her mother now. You're a good child, so Daddy is rewarding you with a piece of osmanthus cake."

Little Yuer's nose wrinkled as she caught the fragrance of the osmanthus cake. She licked her lips with her tiny tongue, and drool embarrassingly slipped from her mouth.

Little Yuer asked distrustfully, "You really won't hit people anymore?"

"If I hit anyone again, I'm a puppy."

Little Yuer stretched out her little hand and took the osmanthus cake. Just as she brought it to her mouth to take a bite—

she reluctantly moved it away and held it to Zhou Chunlan's lips on the bed.

"I'm not hungry. Give it to Mom."

Hearing the voices, Zhou Chunlan opened her clear, water-like eyes as well.

Her eyes were too clear, like a pool of spring water.

Lin Feng had only ever seen such clear eyes on children.

Anyone with such eyes must be innocent and pure.

When she saw Lin Feng, there was neither sorrow nor joy in her eyes, only a hint of numbness. "Husband, you're back."

Having lived two lives, Lin Feng could tell at a glance that his wife no longer held any expectations for him. She had probably wanted to find him yesterday only because she did not want the children to be without a father.

At that moment, Lin Feng did not know what to say.

He set a bag of osmanthus cakes by the bedside and said to his daughter, "Yuer, pour your mother a bowl of water and feed her two pieces of osmanthus cake.

Dad will go brew medicine for your mother."

After saying that, Lin Feng stroked his daughter's little head.

The little fellow thought Lin Feng was going to hit her. She shrank her neck, her big dark eyes staring at Lin Feng like a little quail.

Lin Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He turned and went out to brew the medicine.

Knock, knock, knock.

At that moment, someone knocked on Lin Feng's courtyard gate.