Chapter 1195 - 1197: Could it be that my son has also traveled through time?_1
He thought that it would take at least a year or two to repair everything in Mianyang that needed fixing, because the road construction and other works were extremely time-consuming. By then, these homeless people would also earn some money and could settle down once he allocated a piece of land for them to live on.
On the 8th of September, it was auspicious to make repairs, renovations, or break ground. Coincidentally, the senior feng shui master from Mianyang also proclaimed this date to be extremely auspicious, and thus the water conservancy project’s commencement was set for this day, seeking good fortune as well.
And firecrackers were even set off! The villagers near Yanghe Town were all delighted.
Although every year the Governmental Office of Mianyang would symbolically come to reinforce the embankments, it had never given the people as much hope as it did this time. Previously, it was just a few officials from the government office throwing some bags of soil on the embankment and calling it a day, which was nothing like the present situation.
Once everything had started, Ye Zi’an delegated the management of the operation to Ye Yi and Ye San, with explicit instructions to ensure that the workers did not inconvenience the nearby villagers.
"Mommy, baby is hungry!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia put down the booklet she was holding and saw her little son gazing at her expectantly, one hand on his belly.
"Mommy will have someone prepare food for you to eat."
"Okay!"
"Mommy, I want meaty," Yangyang said while tugging at her, already listing the foods he wanted to eat.
"Mommy has prepared meat porridge for you."
Upon hearing this, Yangyang was satisfied and nodded with a grin.
"Will mommy eat with us?" Seeing his little brother and mother emerge together, Lele jumped off his chair and asked.
"We’ll eat together, dear. I’m not sure if your daddy will be able to make it back today, so let’s eat first." Yang Chuxia considered the distance from the county to Yanghe Town, recalling that Brother An had set off yesterday, and even if he were to return today, it would likely be very late.
"Mommy, I want to learn how to write!" During the meal, Lele shared his new idea with his mother—he wanted to learn to write!
Yang Chuxia looked at him, wondering if his little hands could even hold a pen properly.
"Can’t write with a painting brush," he said, noticing her silence.
"We’ll talk about it after we’ve eaten," Yang Chuxia said and served him some steamed pork with rice flour.
Although she seemed calm on the surface, Yang Chuxia was inwardly exclaiming, "What the heck! Is this kid too precocious or what? This is freaking me out. Why can’t you wait until you are three or four years old to talk to mommy about these things?"
At this thought, Yang Chuxia suddenly had a start—could it be that her son was also a transmigrator? That inside, he wasn’t actually a child but housed the soul of an adult? If an adult soul resided in him, his desire to learn to write would make sense, and his thoughtfulness could be explained as well.
Lele and Yangyang were clearly twins, but Lele seemed to understand and mature more than Yangyang did.
With this in mind, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Lele.
Feeling her gaze, Lele looked puzzled and even touched his face, "Mommy?"
"Lele, no matter who you are, you’re daddy and mommy’s son!" Yang Chuxia said firmly, then she fixed her gaze on Lele. Seeing that he had no reaction, she asked, "Lele, do you know of a pen that’s very good for writing? It’s a pen that can absorb ink, and its tip is sharp, producing full and sharp characters. Do you know what kind of pen that is?"
Lele shook his head obediently.
Undeterred, Yang Chuxia continued, "Son, let mommy tell you, that’s called a fountain pen, and it makes really beautiful characters. When mommy has time, I’ll make one for you and your brother." After a pause, she added, "Son, do you know of something that can carry people up and fly into the sky?"