[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte":3,"chapter-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-39":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Reborn as a 1960s Mother: I’ll Shield My Forgotten Children!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2327734,4552,"Chapter 39: She Always Has People to Order Around","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-39",39,"\u003Cp>Her tone was serious, yet brimming with unmistakable joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Uncle stopped slurping his noodles and looked up at his wife, deep creases etched across his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the good news?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaozhao’s become a sales clerk at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative!!” Song Aunt’s voice rose with delight, her face glowing with happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Uncle tightened his chopsticks, his expression startled and thrilled. “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could it be fake? Zhaozhao came all the way to tell us herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Aunt remembered Zhaozhao’s attire today and smiled. “Zhaozhao wore a brand-new white shirt and a linen skirt reaching her ankles, and she even got a brand-new wristwatch—said Chenghuai sent her tickets yesterday, so she bought it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her face is rosy-lipped and fair, so pretty—she hasn’t suffered a bit. Better complexion than when she first graduated. I can tell she’s doing well. Now she’s a sales clerk—her life’s only going to get easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Uncle had always worried about Lin Zhao, his only niece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past few years, he hadn’t stopped trying to find her work, but every job he found was in a workshop—standing for hours on end, stifling in summer, freezing in winter. Young girls’ hands cracked open after just a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could endure hardship himself, but he couldn’t bear seeing his Zhaozhao suffer. He wanted her to have an easy, respectable job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jobs in the county were like slots for one radish per hole; even ordinary positions were hard to come by, let alone something as easy and respectable as a sales clerk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It really is good news,” Song Uncle exhaled heavily, the heavy stone in his chest finally lifted. “Did Chenghuai help arrange it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Aunt nodded. “It was just luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chenghuai has a battle buddy whose older brother-in-law is the director of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Just as the cooperative is expanding and needs two more clerks, our Zhaozhao is a high school graduate with connections and education—so the job is hers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Uncle understood the full story and thought Zhaozhao was lucky. “She’s always been lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a full day’s work, he was truly hungry. He slurped two more bites of noodles, then remembered something and asked, “How did Zhaozhao eat lunch today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Starting tomorrow, I’ll have Yun Cheng take her meals.” Yun Cheng was a temporary worker, not too busy; when he gets swamped, Yun Jin will take over—Song Aunt had already planned it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng: “...” Mom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Jin: QAQ\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Uncle grunted. “I’ll leave the bicycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun sank slowly, painting the western sky and vast clouds in orange-red hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding a bicycle was much faster than walking, but it wrecked your butt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yun Cheng, have you found a job yet?” Lin Zhao shifted her body, trying to change the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, who are you looking down on?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng brushed back his bangs. “Sis, you think I’m you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not as soft as you. I can do any job. Finding work is easy for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao swung her feet, unoffended. She was soft. She couldn’t handle hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng pedaled on. “I got into the Electric Motor Factory as a temporary worker. I figure I’ll be regular next year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, you’re permanent staff, right?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao nodded. Since he couldn’t see, she added, “Definitely settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what it meant to have connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So enviable,” Song Yun Cheng said, full of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you ask Uncle to help you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng burst out laughing. “Sis, you mean asking for favors? I wouldn’t dare. If I mentioned it, Dad would beat me to death. Old Song’s temper’s as fiery as Auntie’s—he hits hard. I’ll just wait it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao pinched his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cycling boy grimaced, hissing in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, dear sis, you trying to strangle me?” Song Yun Cheng nearly jumped off the bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop talking nonsense!” Lin Zhao rubbed the spot she’d pinched, annoyed. “My mom and Uncle have gentle tempers. They never raise their voices. Where’s the temper?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle tempers?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng’s arm jerked, the bike swerving wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After steadying it, he turned his head, face filled with shock. “That’s not temper?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of how his father spoke to Zhaozhao in hushed tones, he suddenly looked enlightened. “Oh right—Dad never yells at you. He always smiles at you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy muttered discontentedly, “Who’s even the real child here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng rode Lin Zhao back to the brigade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a stranger—tall, spirited, riding a bicycle—and the village aunts and uncles immediately stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they saw Lin Zhao on the backseat, their expressions changed instantly, their curiosity impossible to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng’s mind clicked—he instantly guessed what they were thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out loudly: “Sis, we’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word “sis” rang out unusually clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sis?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao has a younger brother?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brigade chief’s wife stepped forward, smiling. “Chenghuai’s wife, you have a younger brother? I thought you only had three older brothers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nonsense—she clearly had four older brothers!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wanting the villagers to laugh or gossip, Lin Zhao said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s my cousin. My aunt sent him to bring me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brigade chief’s wife nodded. “Ah, so he’s from your aunt’s side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was flashy—everyone in the brigade knew she had a powerful city uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, no one dared to provoke her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brigade chief’s wife sized up Song Yun Cheng, eyes gleaming. “Young man, got a girlfriend? If not, Auntie can set you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure,” Song Yun Cheng agreed, then rattled on: “My family has three workers. The girl you introduce—does she have a job too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brigade chief’s wife choked, her smile fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a villager—where would she find someone with a job?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire brigade had only produced one girl with a iron rice bowl: Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got high standards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng frowned. “Not high at all. Where’s it high? My family has three...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually held up three fingers. “Three workers—all iron rice bowls. Demanding the girl have a job isn’t unreasonable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the city, no job means no grain. No grain means no food. That’s a real problem—you can’t ignore it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the brigade chief’s wife and the village aunts agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three workers in the family—wanting a girlfriend with a job isn’t unreasonable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng nodded seriously. Exactly—not unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the well-meaning matchmakers, he winked at Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows lifted, eyes bright as stars, revealing a row of white teeth—youthful vigor radiating from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go home,” Lin Zhao waved him over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Sis, can you not call me like I’m a dog?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng gave her a mournful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He obediently followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t rush back to the county—he wanted to see Dacai and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, his parents would ask. If he couldn’t answer, they’d scold him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng and Lin Zhao arrived at the Gu household. Seeing the earthen house, he froze, face filled with disbelief—and a pang of pity for his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, you live here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this is my home,” Lin Zhao nodded calmly, glancing at him with a warning look. “What? My home isn’t good enough for you to step into?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng wasn’t implying that—he angrily pushed the bike inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pity? What a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing a stranger, Da Huang perked up his ears, barked, baring sharp teeth in a low, threatening growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Po stood beside her mother, barking too, looking just as fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Da Huang, Hu Po—this is family,” Lin Zhao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Huang was indeed intelligent. The moment she spoke, he fell silent. Together with Hu Po, they rushed forward, wagging their tails wildly around their mistress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, you have a dog? You actually have a dog?!” Song Yun Cheng’s voice rose higher with each word, frowning in concern. “Sis, are you even eating enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao thought he was talking nonsense. “Of course I eat enough. If I didn’t, how could I afford a dog? I’m not stupid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng relaxed, staring at Da Huang and Hu Po with mild disdain. “Ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving a sharp look from Lin Zhao, he changed his tune: “...Looks pretty clever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was satisfied and withdrew her gaze, patting each dog’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yun Cheng asked, “Sis, where are Dacai and the others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably playing at the old house or around the village,” Lin Zhao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go find them!” Song Yun Cheng hurried off, thinking children loved bike rides. He wheeled the bike out and rode around the village searching for Dacai and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao saw it was getting late, washed her face and hands, and went to the kitchen to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, I won two bags of braised beef noodles; the noodles were large, so I might as well cook them all, add a few eggs and some greens—it should be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it’s enough or not, it’s fine this way—it’s convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Cheng still has to head back to the county later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng pedaled his bicycle slowly, searching the whole village for Da Cai and Er Cai, his voice ringing out clearly as he called their names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Da Cai!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er Cai!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai and Er Cai were splitting a can of food, their cheeks puffed out as they ate; hearing their names called, they picked up the cans and walked toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Cai spotted Song Yuncheng’s bicycle—his eyes lit up, he wiped his mouth, and hurried over, staring intently at the bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, come look at the bicycle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calling his brother, he looked up at Song Yuncheng and asked without hesitation: “Who are you? What are you doing here in our brigade? How much did you pay for this bicycle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s eyes sparkled like falling stars, his smile adorable and lively, utterly charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng instantly liked him and smiled: “Are you Da Cai or Er Cai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Cai was a clever little rascal—he wouldn’t easily reveal who he was. He crossed his arms, standing there, tilting his chin up slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked you first. You tell me who you are, then I’ll consider whether to be friends with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng watched the kid’s brash attitude and nearly choked laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Cough, I’m your uncle.” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?!” A huge question mark appeared on Er Cai’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Da Cai stood shoulder to shoulder, whispering to his brother: “Bro, this guy’s definitely a nasty kidnapper—he’s pretending to be our uncle. Let’s trick him to the brigade office and get the brigade chief to catch him, so he can’t trick kids anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Cai’s voice was loud—even when he whispered, it was still audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word he said reached Song Yuncheng’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...!!” The teenager’s lip twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their first meeting, his own nephews were loudly plotting to send him to jail!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really am your uncle. If you don’t believe me, go ask your mom.” Song Yuncheng sounded both helpless and bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai and Er Cai froze, their faces instantly brightening; the two boys grabbed hands and bolted off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran straight home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the door open, their smiles outshone the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two joyful, excited voices drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, you’re back!” Er Cai rushed to the kitchen door and shouted: “Mom, why didn’t you call me and Brother? We’ve been waiting for you so long—we got so hungry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aroma drifting from the kitchen made his saliva almost drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, what are you cooking? It smells amazing—do we get any?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai still remembered Song Yuncheng; he clung to the doorframe, peering inside: “Mom, there’s this weird guy on a bicycle who says he’s our uncle. Do we even have an uncle like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This uncle, that uncle”—Lin Zhao thought the kids’ way of speaking was hilarious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the man on the bicycle who came looking for you is also your uncle. You have another young uncle too—he’s still in school. I’ll take you to see him someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai’s voice was crisp: “Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Er Cai’s stomach’s about to cave in—I want to eat!” Er Cai patted his rumbling belly and pouted at his mom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The noodles are ready. Go wash your uncle’s hands.” Lin Zhao ordered, ladling the cooked noodles into bowls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng hadn’t planned to mooch a meal, though the aroma from the kitchen made him swallow involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, it’s getting late—I’ll eat back home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t argue!” Lin Zhao glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng fell silent, rubbed his nose, and obediently followed Er Cai to wash his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Cai smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncle rubbed his nephew’s head: “Where’s your hair?” he asked while washing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Cai scratched his prickly scalp: “The barber shaved it off. Mom says bald heads are cooler.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng didn’t quite believe it—he was sure they’d had lice or something, and his sister had found them disgusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai wiped his hands with a towel, glancing occasionally at the new uncle: “Why didn’t I ever see you before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask your mom.” Song Yuncheng kicked the ball back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai pursed his lips and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to ask—he was sure their mom had been too exhausted caring for them to introduce this uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing their hands, Song Yuncheng and the two boys went to fetch the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the kitchen, the aroma grew even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent was indescribable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three were utterly enchanted!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They squinted with smiles, their noses twitching rapidly, as if trying to suck every trace of fragrance into their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them wore identical expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, your cooking’s gotten even better—just smelling it makes me drool; it must taste even better.” Song Yuncheng remembered how, back then, Zhao Zhao would occasionally cook—her half-hearted dishes were still tastier than his mother’s carefully prepared meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father called it talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was absolutely right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat fast. You still have to head back to the county—leave early so you won’t get caught in the dark.” Lin Zhao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng nodded, bent over his bowl, shoved a forkful of curly noodles into his mouth, widened his pupils, and immediately gave a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amazing!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He praised it once, then devoured it at lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai and Er Cai were starving—they buried their faces in their bowls, slurping loudly, too enchanted to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was a city kid, sure, but he rarely ate so comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the bowl, he leaned back, hand on his stomach: “So good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Da Cai and Er Cai clearing the bowls, he hurried to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai held out his hand to stop him: “Mom says you’re in a hurry to get back to the county—we’ll clean up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng found the boys’ movements too practiced; curiously, he asked: “Do you usually wash the dishes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Cai nodded calmly: “Mom works hard. Me and Er Cai can wash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng felt utterly useless compared to the two boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really impressive,” he praised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister used to boss him and Yunjin around—now she bosses Da Cai and Er Cai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always has someone to boss around.\u003C\u002Fp>",2529,"2026-06-20T18:59:15.907Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bf19f01ed5ad4b61ffcff23f00db7246ee5edc8a1e41a2821c68ce209f660d4e","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-40","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-38",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]