Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 74 - Nighttime

And then he eagerly advanced.

As a soldier, he had great stamina, and Yang Peimin eventually passed out from exhaustion.

Chen Guizhi went to bed late tonight.

After her daughters who had been chatting with her returned to their rooms, she remained sitting on the kang, sewing a shoe sole.

Shen Erniu glanced at her, puzzled, “What’s wrong?

Not sleeping yet?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Happy, right?

Look at you.

Is the daughter-in-law we’ve brought in going to fly away?

If you get up early tomorrow, won’t you see her?” Shen Erniu was somewhat amused, but also understood.

Their son’s marriage had been a constant worry for them as a couple, so it was normal to be a little excited now.

Chen Guizhi kept her head down, her hands swiftly stitching, and she replied, “You don’t understand.

That child being away all year, my heart has never been at ease.

Now that he’s married, it’s like securing a root; if he adds a chubby boy to the family in the future, then I can truly be at peace.”

The world may be peaceful now, without warfare, but she knows some of the missions he undertakes are no less dangerous than war.

Otherwise, her son wouldn’t have risen to the rank of battalion commander at such a young age—all earned through life-threatening risks.

Her son was in the military, and not a day went by where she wasn’t filled with trepidation.

He was her only son.

He had given so much for this family; they, as his parents, lacked the means to protect him, which led him to choose this path.

He had finally married today.

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From now on, with a wife and children, his life would be complete.

Shen Erniu settled himself in bed, muttering, “It’s proper to sleep early.

If you’re tired tomorrow, the kids will ask, and the daughter-in-law might think you disapprove of her.”

Chen Guizhi glared at him, “What are you talking about?” Her mind seemingly landed on a thought, and she paused her sewing.

Then she turned to her spouse, “What do you think of the daughter-in-law?

She seemed good-tempered during dinner, and she has a lovely smile.”

Shen Erniu glanced at her, “Whether she’s good-tempered or not, we shall see with time.

She’s smart, though she doesn’t look like someone who’d suffer losses lightly.” With a few more years of life experience, he understood people and situations better than his spouse.

Chen Guizhi smiled, “It’s better to not suffer losses than to be bullied.

Didn’t you see how smitten our son was…

Imagine, if she could get pregnant tonight, how wonderful that would be…

Yidong is clueless, asking such questions, shameless, what else would a couple do in their room?

If it weren’t for our son-in-law being there, I really would have slapped her…”

Shen Erniu rolled his eyes at her, saying grumpily, “Go to sleep.

Maybe you’ll dream of your precious grandson.”

Chen Guizhi, although gentle and often indecisive, was a typical woman who privately indulged in a bit of gossip.

“You go to sleep first,” Chen Guizhi insisted on finishing the other half of the shoe sole before going to bed.

However, she was still somewhat overexcited, and it took her a long time to drift off into a sleepy haze.

Before long, she felt a bloating in her stomach and had to get up with difficulty.

Generally, there was always a chamber pot in the bedroom; aging people tend to have the problem of getting up in the middle of the night, but today she had forgotten to bring it in.

She had no choice but to go out and fetch it.

Upon leaving her room, her eyes involuntarily glanced twice into her son’s room, her mind on her grandson.

Unexpectedly, her son’s door opened at that moment, and Shen Yiguang’s flashlight shone on her.

Startled, he quickly walked over, “Mother, what are you doing?

Why are you up at this time of night?”

“It’s nothing, I just forgot my pot tonight.

You know how it is with people our age…” Even as she spoke, her eyes were sizing up her son, and she was quite puzzled since the dawn was fast approaching, “What’s the matter with you?

Is your wife thirsty?”

Shen Yiguang helped her into the main room, “Don’t stand outside, the wind has picked up again during the night, and you can’t withstand it.”

“You wait here; I’ll go and fetch it for you.”

But Chen Guizhi held onto him, “Slow or fast, it doesn’t matter, but what about you?

What’s going on with you in the middle of the night?

There is a kettle of hot water in my room; I’ll bring it over.”

“My hot water ran out.

I was about to go heat some more, but since you have some here, I will just take some.”

“Is your wife thirsty?” Chen Guizhi asked softly, but her eyes were flashing with a curiosity she didn’t even realize.

On such a cold night, heating water wouldn’t be easy.

Shen Yiguang coughed softly, his face slightly uncomfortable, “No, not thirsty.

I’m making her some Milk Essence; she’s feeling a bit unwell.”

“Right, Mother, I plan to slaughter a hen tomorrow.

You help me add some medicinal herbs to stew it.”

Chen Guizhi’s face showed concern as she asked hurriedly, “What’s wrong with your wife?

Is she alright?

Why is she suddenly…

Where does she feel unwell?

It’s not easy to find a doctor in the middle of the night…”

“It’s nothing, Mother; I just couldn’t control myself…

I’ll make sure she gets a good replenishment tomorrow.”

Chen Guizhi was stunned, not knowing what to say at first.

When she recovered, she couldn’t help but rebuke him, “You…

” She wanted to say something but was at a loss for words.

Her son’s physique would indeed support such a thing, and it wasn’t something easily discussed, her own face turning red with embarrassment.

“Alright, tomorrow I’ll stew something for your wife to replenish her qi and blood.” After a pause, she added worriedly, “You go back and don’t cause any more trouble.”

Even someone as thick-skinned as Shen Yiguang felt his ears heat, “I understand, Mother.” Then he went to fetch the pot for Chen Guizhi and afterward took half a kettle of boiling water from his mother’s room to make Milk Essence for Yang Peimin.

Shen Yiguang lifted Yang Peimin up and pressed an acupoint on her left wrist for a while; she slowly came around.

He cooed softly, “Minmin, wake up and drink something.” She had fainted from physical exhaustion and needed to replenish her nutrients urgently.

Yang Peimin felt tired, sleepy, pain-stricken, and weak, with her head woozy, and she had no appetite for food.

She shook her head.

But Shen Yiguang’s persistent voice was in her ear, causing her annoyance, and in the end, she drank the contents of the bowl with his help.

Only then did Shen Yiguang let her rest with peace of mind.