[{"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-54":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},2327749,4552,"Chapter 54: Received","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>“I want to take a photo with Da Huang under the big banyan tree—is that okay?” Yuan Bao smiled brightly, politely asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.” Lin Zhao’s gaze was gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group walked over to the big banyan tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Bao tugged at his patched clothes, called Da Huang over, and stood beneath the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the child’s first photo—naturally nervous, eyes darting everywhere, his whole body tense and awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be nervous, look here—it’ll be done in a moment,” Lin Zhao smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Bao still smiled awkwardly, his features all pulling in different directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao guided him: “You can pat Da Huang, play with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t in a hurry, waiting patiently for the child to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no pressure from the photographer and no rush, Yuan Bao gradually calmed down and followed Aunt Lin’s advice, beginning to interact with Da Huang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the child’s face light up with a natural, innocent smile, Lin Zhao called out: “Yuan Bao, look here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head, the smile still on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Bao ran over and thanked Lin Zhao: “Thank you, Aunt Lin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai picked up Hu Po, looked up at Lin Zhao, and asked: “Mama, can I hold Hu Po and take a photo with Yuan Bao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. What about Da Zai?” Lin Zhao turned to ask Da Zai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children gathered beneath the banyan tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Bao stood in the center; Er Zai draped his right arm over his shoulder and held Hu Po in his left arm; Da Zai stood on Yuan Bao’s other side, lips slightly curved, eyes bright and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao loved the vibrant energy of children—it gave her hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly pressed the shutter, capturing their smiling faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion drew the attention of passersby, who began gathering around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chenghuai’s wife, what are you doing?!” Wang Chunhua asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai beamed and shouted loudly: “My mama is taking photos of us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Photos?” Wang Chunhua’s voice rose in shock. “Aren’t photos only taken in town? Can you really take one with that black lump?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t a black lump—it’s a camera,” Lin Zhao explained with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chunhua gasped. “A camera? Aren’t cameras only in photo studios? Can individuals even buy them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. As long as you have money and coupons, you can buy one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chunhua sucked in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was actually bought—must’ve cost several hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zai’s mama just bought a watch and a bicycle, and now a camera—has Chenghuai’s allowance been completely spent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at the clothes on the four kids—no patches at all, clearly new, stylish, and never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens, how much did this all cost?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai tugged on Lin Zhao’s hand, big eyes fixed on her: “Mama, I want to take a group photo with Grandpa, Grandma, and Tie Chui. Can we go to the old house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure,” Lin Zhao replied without hesitation, still immersed in her electronics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was now addicted to taking photos—wanted to photograph the sky, the earth, even the production team’s pigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go to the old house,” Lin Zhao declared, waving her arm. The four kids and two dogs dashed off at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villagers noticed the four kids wearing new clothes again—military green, fresh and crisp—and everyone, young and old, felt a wave of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mischievous kids clung to their parents, wailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want the twins’ clothes too! Mama, buy me some! The twins have green shoulder bags and green military uniforms—I want them too, waaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their parents had no money or coupons to buy such things—furious, they slapped their child’s buttocks twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want it? You want it? Do you think money blows in from the wind? You brat, get home right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a scolding, they grabbed their son’s ear and dragged him home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao didn’t know any of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She brought the kids to the Gu household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai rushed inside first, Da Huang following behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa! Grandma! Tie Chui!” Er Zai shouted. “Come out quick—Mama’s going to take our photos!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Chui was Da Zai and Er Zai’s best friend; whichever twin called, he’d appear instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child burst out from the backyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er Zai, what did you say? What’s a photo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai knew the camera was expensive—he never asked to touch or hold it, only pointed: “That’s the camera in Mama’s hand—it can take photos for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Chui snapped his head up, staring at Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao shook the camera in her hand: “Yes, I’ll take photos of you all. I have new film—anyone in the family who wants a photo today can have one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai’s loud announcement carried to every ear in the Gu household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Mu emerged, supported by Gu Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third son’s wife, you’re taking photos of everyone?” she confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gu Mu patted Gu Fu’s arm. “Let go—I need to change into the least patched clothes. You too, hurry up, don’t delay—we don’t want it getting dark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it slow,” Gu Fu’s weary voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old couple went inside; people in the courtyard could still hear them bickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine—my injuries healed long ago. Stop nagging and don’t bother me. I’ve never had a photo taken in my life, and now my daughter-in-law’s willing to help—don’t ruin it for me,” Gu Mu grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Fu sighed, protesting his innocence: “I asked you to go, but you refused because it cost too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s expensive! I heard one photo costs nearly a yuan—that’s enough for several meals of meat,” Gu Mu thought photography was a waste of money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She directed her husband to find clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, few people had clothes without patches; fabric was scarce, saved up year by year, and new clothes were passed down among children. Adults wore patch upon patch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most presentable outfit she found still had two patches—luckily, both were on the elbows, not too noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Fu, rarely so attentive to anything, dug out his third son’s old gray short-sleeve shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other members of the Gu family also changed into their best clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zai noticed Tie Chui’s large patch on his chest and offered: “Tie Chui, when you take your solo photo, wear my clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clothes on the two boys were so desirable even city kids wanted them; village children naturally craved them too—even just trying them on once brought joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Tie Chui’s dark face lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zai nodded. “Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Chui grinned, his expression simple and earnest: “Thank you, Da Zai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me—we’re good brothers,” Da Zai said seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Chui pressed his shoulder against Da Zai’s. “When I come back from Grandma’s, I’ll bring you all the raspberries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll eat them together,” Da Zai said, ungreedy—he loved sharing with family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the light still good, Lin Zhao began taking photos of the Gu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each person took turns standing in the courtyard, with the yellow mud house behind them, corn cobs hanging from the eaves, a few clothes drying on a line to one side, and Da Huang and Hu Po curled up in a corner—perfectly in frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Solo shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Group shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was busy and delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu household was filled with festive joy, like the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, third sister-in-law,” Huang Xiulan called warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held Gu Lan’s hand, her face full of pity: “This is Lan’s first photo—I’ve always wanted to take her to get one, but never had the chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The camera belongs to the family—we’ll take one every year. When the kids grow up, they can see what they looked like as children,” Lin Zhao smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was her original intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The camera… did you… buy it?” Gu Mu’s face was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered her third daughter-in-law’s temper—quick to sulk, especially when others told her what to do—and hastily corrected herself: “Buying it’s good—it’s useful at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words slipped out without thought, but her heart bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bicycle + watch + camera… that must’ve cost nearly five hundred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Mu wanted to advise her, but didn’t know how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words her husband constantly muttered—“split the household”—suddenly rang in her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Mu suddenly grew calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Fine. Let it be. I won’t interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t stop it anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third son’s wife, tell me how much the photos cost—I won’t let you pay for everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom’s right, I want my younger siblings to take more photos for Fishy—it’s worth paying for,” Zhao Liuniang added quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiulan nodded too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the children, she had to set a good example and not let them develop the bad habit of seeking petty gains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao replied, “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lai Mei walked over to Zhao Liuniang and pinched Fishy’s cheek, asking her mother in a mournful tone, “So only one photo of me and my brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fishy pulled down his brother’s hand, opened his mouth, and bit down hard, leaving a wet, shallow tooth mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bad brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lai Mei made a disgusted noise. “Little dirty kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fishy knew he was being rejected—he kicked his brother in anger, lost his balance, wobbled, and nearly fell, but Zhao Liuniang caught him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Lai Mei!” Zhao Liuniang raised her hand, ready to spank. “How old are you? How old is Fishy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s Gu Lai Mei? I unilaterally changed my name—I’m now Gu Ba Wang!” Lai Mei said boldly, then turned to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—*click*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little boy startled, his left foot tripped over his right, and he plopped down. He didn’t care—he turned toward the sound and saw Third Aunt just putting away her camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third Aunt,” Lai Mei said with a mournful look, “why did you take a picture of me getting hit? That’s going to be so embarrassing later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got up, brushed the dirt off his pants, and sighed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s beautiful—so lively,” Lin Zhao said, tucking the camera into her bag, her tone certain. “When you grow up, you’ll look back on this time with nostalgia. This photo will be your very favorite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, Lai Mei was half-skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time would answer the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was past five in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao called to the four kids, “Time to go home—are you not hungry yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hungry! Starving! Mom, what are we eating today?” Er Zai walked over, holding San Zai’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zai followed behind, pulling his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything’s fine—what do you want to eat?” Lin Zhao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai said, “I want noodle dumpling soup—with meat if possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though little, Si Zai also craved meat. Hearing Er Guo’s words, she parroted, “Meat! Meat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao handed the camera bag to Da Zai, bent down, and picked up her daughter, smiling. “Si Zai’s speaking clearly now—not slurring anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She coaxed softly, “Open your mouth—let Mom see if any new teeth are coming in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Zai opened wide, revealing soft pink gums with a few new teeth poking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The baby’s mouth immediately began to drool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao quickly wiped it away. “Growing so fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Zai pressed her soft little face against her mother’s neck, rubbed gently, and giggled sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we’ll make noodle dumpling soup,” Lin Zhao agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to Gu Fu and Gu Mu. “Dad, Mom, I’m off tomorrow—let’s talk about building the house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Fu nodded. “It’s time to start preparing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that settled, Lin Zhao led the four kids home, the two dogs following behind like guardian spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely five minutes after arriving home, the team leader arrived with his grandson Tie Niu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Team Leader Grandpa! Tie Niu?!” Er Zai was surprised by their arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the noise, Lin Zhao stepped out from the kitchen, her gaze puzzled as she looked at the team leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could speak, he nervously rubbed his hands, then pushed Tie Niu forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er Zai’s mom, I heard you bought a camera—I’d like you to take a photo of Tie Niu too. He’s grown up without ever having one. Don’t worry—I’ll pay. Whatever it costs in town, I’ll pay that much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all? Sure,” Lin Zhao smiled in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She added, “I’m cooking now—tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good! Tie Niu will come early tomorrow then.” The team leader thought Da Zai’s mom was very easygoing and left with his grandson, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the grandfather and grandson depart, Lin Zhao returned to the kitchen to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her noodle dumpling soup was different from others—its ingredients alone were plentiful: tomatoes, potatoes, spinach, eggs, and diced meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her household seasonings complete, the aroma drifted into the courtyard even before it was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even calm Da Zai couldn’t help himself—he leaned against the window, tiptoeing to peek into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Da Huang sat quietly, ears perked, drooling; Su Hu used her paws to push the door—when it wouldn’t open, she scratched, making the wood creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s noodle dumpling soup—and there’s meat,” Er Zai sniffed. “Mom’s cooking smells better than Grandma’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lin Zhao wasn’t around, Da Zai and Er Zai ate at the old house, where meals were greasy-free—except for this noodle dumpling soup, which had dough, vegetables, and scrambled eggs, so fragrant it could hold hunger at bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao shook her head helplessly. “Say that to Grandma and she’ll be heartbroken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai laughed loudly, grinning like a mischievous genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not stupid—I wouldn’t say that in front of Grandma. Who’d smash their own food bowl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Comrade Er Zai has a clever mind,” Lin Zhao praised, amused by the child’s sentiment. Hearing the scratching at the door, she guessed Su Hu and the Long Fengtai were scratching—her voice warm with laughter. “Could you, clever Comrade Er Zai, take your siblings and Su Hu away so I can bring out the food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children loved being treated like adults. Er Zai puffed out his chest, standing tall like a spirited little soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up Su Hu, then pulled the Long Fengtai away from the kitchen door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family of five sat at the table. Er Zai took his first bite of noodle dumpling and gasped, “Delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his spoon, swung his arm forward dramatically, and declared, “I solemnly announce: Mom’s noodle dumpling soup is number one in the entire team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zai lowered his eyes, blew on his spoonful of dumpling, ate it, and felt warmth spread through him—it felt wonderful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Number one in the entire commune,” he corrected his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Er Zai nodded in agreement. “Right—number one in the commune, number one in the county, everything’s number one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he bent over his food and began eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Long Fengtai clumsily fed themselves with spoons, faces smeared with food; Lin Zhao tied bibs around the little siblings and let the babies enjoy themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain military unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day before Gu Chenghuai returned home on leave, he received a package from his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was delivered to his dorm by Sun Yeli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, he shook the package and said bluntly, “Chenghuai, you’ve got a package—I picked it up for you on the way. No thanks needed—if it’s food, share a couple bites.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai rarely received packages from home. He froze for a moment, then his dark, ink-like eyes softened with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2541,"2026-06-20T18:59:15.907Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","29199704d8bae2f777103bf9835707a356f2ce2affe1e07ffbf7eff27634bbff","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-55","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-53",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]