It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

"Oh! Look whose child this is, he's so handsome!" Grandma Jiang just walked out of the house and saw her husband holding a child carefully. She couldn't help feeling very surprised.

You know, when Jiang Aiguo came back, he did not mention the specific situation of the person who came this time, and the Jiang family did not ask much, so until now, they still have no idea where this child came from.

Grandpa Jiang said slowly, "This is the child of the family living in the cowshed. His name is Yu Qingyun. From now on, let's change his name to Jiang Mo and raise him in our family."

"We'll announce to the public that he's the child of one of our Langshan comrades, and that both his parents have passed away." As he spoke, Grandpa Jiang gently pulled Jiang Mo's little hand out and showed it to Grandma Jiang.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that the child was wearing his father's clothes. The clothes were so big that they completely covered the little man. Only then did everyone realize that the child's hands and feet were severely frostbitten and swollen.

"Oh my, my little grandson, you must be suffering! Just wait a moment, grandma will go find you some frostbite cream right away." Grandma Jiang felt very distressed. While muttering, she quickly walked into the house and rummaged through the drawers to look for frostbite cream.

Her granddaughter usually likes to get some medicine, all kinds of things, including frostbite cream, and she often mails it to her eldest grandson and the Fang family.

"Pandi, Irene, you two can find some clothes for the child. Let them wear them first. We can make a few sets of clothes for the child in the next two days. We happen to have some duck down. Aiguo, you can go to the Lingwu factory tomorrow to get some back. We can make a few sets of clothes for the child and the others.

The child won't be leaving the house for the next two days, and the shoes need to be made." Grandma Jiang applied the medicine while chattering to her two daughters-in-law with red eyes.

"Okay, Mom. Let's eat first. Please make some noodles for the child. We sisters can't eat that. We will apply the medicine to the child."

This child has suffered a lot." Aunt Wang Pandi thought about her and her brother-in-law's cooking skills and realized that she really couldn't cook.

"For you two idiots." Grandma Jiang smiled and glared at her two daughters-in-law.

The two of them didn't get angry and quickly took the frostbite cream from Grandma Jiang's hand and applied it to the little guy. This child is so well-behaved, even though he is frozen like this, he doesn't cry or make a fuss.

"Mo Mo, your great-grandmother's cooking skills are very good. I will make sure you are plump and healthy in the future. Just tell your family what you want to eat.

Don't be embarrassed, we kids just eat and drink now."

"Yes, you have several uncles and a little aunt at home. From now on, just call us grandma. She is your eldest grandma, and I am your second grandma. We both know how to make clothes, and we will make you a lot of handsome little clothes in the future."

"Oh, we're both grandmothers now."

"Uh, this seems a bit of a generational difference." Jiang Aiguo was listening on the side, and suddenly felt something was not right.

"Just call him that. Zong Ming and the others gave birth to Mo Mowan, which will make it easier for us to conceal his identity." Grandpa Jiang felt that the most important thing was to survive, and these things were not worth worrying about.

Small and thin, Mo Mo sat quietly in Grandpa Jiang's warm and generous embrace. His large, watery eyes, filled with gratitude and dependence, gazed upon the Jiang family members who were busy caring for him. His heart was filled with endless emotion. It was as if no one had cared for him this much since the tragedy at home, and this warmth left him somewhat overwhelmed.

"Wuwu... Thank you, Great Grandpa, Great Grandma, Great Grandma, Second Grandma, Second Grandpa." Mo Mo choked up, his voice trembling. Tears slid down his dirty cheeks and dripped onto Grandpa Jiang's clothes.

"They are all bad people. They killed my mother! I don't have a mother anymore!" Momo cried even harder, her body twitching. "Throughout the journey, those people didn't even give us enough food, and the weather was so cold.

My uncles and dad were worried that I would get cold, so they put all the thick clothes on me, but even so, I still felt so cold. Woo woo woo, I miss my mom so much, I really miss her..."

The child cried as he spoke, and every word he said was like a sharp sword piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Despite his young age, he was already able to clearly express all the suffering he had experienced. However, before this, no one except Grandpa Jiang knew that the poor child's mother had been brutally murdered.

This is a lifelong pain for this young child. How much time will it take to heal this past pain? It may be impossible to heal. Perhaps this whole life will be spent trying to make up for the pain of childhood.

"Don't cry, baby, mom will always be by your side.

Look, the brightest star in the sky is your mother. She is silently protecting you.

My biggest wish is to see you grow up healthy and happy every day. So, Momo, you must be strong.

Look at this little face, it's all chapped by the wind. Don't cry anymore, or it will hurt even more." Grandpa Jiang gently patted Momo's back and comforted him softly.

"Your aunt has some facial oil. Second grandma, go get it. After dinner, let's take a bath and wipe it all over our bodies." Lin Ailin listened to the child's experience and tried her best not to cry with him.

How many people are experiencing or have experienced such things? What should people experience in their lives?

"Hurry up and eat." After listening to this, Grandma Jiang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. There are too many people suffering, and they can only provide help within their ability, so people still have to become strong, especially themselves.

"Momo, eat more. When you grow up and become strong, no one will dare to bully you."

Jiang Aiguo patted the little guy's head, picked him up, and placed him on the stool that Jiang Junjun used when he was a child. This stool was higher than the one they sat on, which was just right for the child.

"Second Grandpa, how can I become stronger?" Mo Mo ate his meal with a small spoon by himself. The adults didn't have to worry about him at all. He was a very sensible child.

While eating, he looked at Jiang Aiguo with his eyes wide open, "I want to become strong and protect the people I want to protect."

"Then you should eat well, exercise, and learn some kung fu. That way, when bad guys attack you, we can find a way to deal with them.

You also need to study hard and distinguish right from wrong. Not everyone in this world is bad. Their badness is not written on their faces.

We don't hurt others, but when we are hurt, we can accumulate strength to fight back against them, just like you are now.

You are still young, but you will be able to do many things when you grow up. ......” Jiang Aiguo did not say anything perfunctory just because the child was young.

Instead, he explained it carefully and treated them equally. He knew that the child might not understand it now, but he would remember it and gradually understand the meaning of these words.

This is how their children are educated.