Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

Yi Ping'an fell into a deep sleep while thinking about these things. There was nothing he could do about it, since he was still a newborn baby.

Li Guihua was woken up by Xiu'er. The childbirth almost cost her her life. Her already poor health looked even weaker.

As soon as I turned my head and looked at my eldest son who was sleeping soundly, I felt that it was worth it. Fortunately, the child looked good, just a little thin. I must make my eldest son fatter.

"Sister Guihua, have some millet porridge. It's freshly cooked. Drink it while it's hot." Xiu'er came in carrying a large coarse porcelain bowl and placed the bowl on the edge of the kang.

He stretched his head to look at Yi Ping'an who was sleeping inside, and whispered to Li Guihua: "Sister-in-law, he is really easy to comfort, he doesn't even cry. Have you given him a name?"

Li Guihua picked up the bowl and said to Xiu'er with a smile, "He is easy to coax and has been sleeping the whole time. The name has been chosen, Ping An. His father had already thought of it when he was first conceived. He just hoped that he would grow up safely."

There was endless sorrow in her voice. She had been separated from her boss for half a year, and she didn't know how he was doing or whether he was still alive. These damned little devils, they all deserved to die!

"It's a good name. As long as he can grow up safely, it will be a great blessing." Xiu'er felt uncomfortable as she said this. These days, the common people couldn't live a good day. The Japanese were killing people everywhere, and there were famines and floods. It seemed that God was deliberately not letting people survive.

As she spoke, she finished a bowl of thin millet porridge and licked the bottom of the bowl. This was food. Guihua gave the bowl to Xiu'er and said, "Xiu'er, I'm sorry to bother you these days. When I get better, I'll make you something delicious. Thank you very much."

Xiu'er was still a child after all. After hearing what Li Guihua said, she felt a little shy and whispered, "Sister-in-law, please don't be polite. This is nothing." After that, she ran out with the bowl.

When Yi Pingan woke up, he felt very hungry. He didn't know how long he had slept. He turned his head and looked at his mother in this life, who was sewing something. He opened his mouth and said "ah" to say hello.

When Li Guihua heard her son wake up, she quickly put the needle and thread in her hand into a small dustpan, picked up her eldest son, and said, "Ping An is awake, are you hungry? Let's pee first, and then drink some milk."

Yi Ping'an felt terrible when he heard this. For a man whose mental age was almost 40, it was too shameful to let a woman younger than him hold his diaper and feed him.

His old face turned red, but of course you can't see it now. He simply closed his eyes and kept repeating to himself: "This is my mother, my biological child. I'm still a baby, I'm a baby."

I don't know whether he overcame it psychologically or not, but his body was cooperating quite well. When Li Guihua made a "hush" sound, he couldn't control himself anymore. He looked hopeless and socially dead.

Li Guihua even kissed him happily: "My eldest son is really good. He is really a good son to me."

Yi Ping'an has now completely given up on treatment. Let him do whatever he wants. No one will know if I don't say anything. He is still a baby.

Next, there will be no burden about feeding her. She can't starve to death. No matter what, she is my biological mother. It's just that she didn't drink Meng Po soup. That's none of my business.

Once he figured it out, he just let it go. He should eat and drink, but there were some things he really had to keep in mind. He had to figure out what era it was and where he was.

But he couldn't even leave the house, he could only sleep, explore space, and practice internal skills. As for external skills? What do you think a little bean sprout of a few months old can do?

Now he has figured out the space and can enter and exit it. In the courtyard, time is still and he is not restricted.

The ratio of other places to the outside is 10:1, and you can consciously put things in and out of the space. This awareness can be strengthened through continuous practice.

At least for now, he can collect things without touching them. As for putting things out, he doesn't dare to do so. Only when his mother is not around can he put his fingers in his mouth and drink some spiritual spring water.

It was not until he was over 1939 years old ( days, marked here, not to trick the reviewers) and could leave the house that we slowly learned about his current situation from other people. He traveled to the th year of the Republic of China, which is .

His mother is from Henan Province. Last year, the Yellow River flooded and their hometown was submerged, so the whole family fled and wanted to go to Sijiucheng. Although there were Japanese invaders, there are Japanese invaders everywhere now. But at least they were once under the feet of the emperor and could always have enough food to eat.

In the past, they had relatives making a living in Beijing, and they thought it was better to have acquaintances around than to be in an unfamiliar place.

His mother had just become pregnant with him at that time and was very scared. Fortunately, his father was a capable man and took good care of them along the way.

If they could continue like this, the family would be together, even if they had to endure hardships, that would not be bad. But there is always a "but", right? When they fled to Hebei Province, they happened to encounter the bombing of the Japanese planes.

In this way, the family was separated. His mother was rescued by the guerrillas, but his father was lost and his life or death was unknown.

His mother followed the guerrillas and moved several times before settling down here. Where is this place? It is in the northwest of Baofu, Hebei Province. There is no village name, but it has a very high-sounding name, the Jin-Cha-Ji enemy-rear base area.

He didn't know the rest, these were all what he heard from others and summed up by himself. So Yi Ping'an, the pseudo-baby, was always looking forward to growing up.

It would be best if he could kill a few devils, otherwise, it would be a waste of time to travel through time. So after knowing the time and space he was in, he practiced martial arts more diligently, since he couldn't do anything else anyway.