There was only so much space on the kang that there was no room for Chunhua to sit.
The most important thing is that the Jiang family can’t afford to offend either of these two men.
Jiang had no choice but to find a small stool and place it near the head of the kang. She said to her daughter, "Chunhua, just sit here and warm yourself up. Don't go out until your hair is dry. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Chunhua sat on the bench, and soon she started sneezing one after another. It seemed that she was really cold.
She felt increasingly cold and her head felt dizzy.
"Mother-mother-ah sneeze-"
Chunhua's murmur failed to call Jiang, but instead woke up Wang Dalong, who was already sleeping soundly due to discomfort.
Wang Dalong was furious and said, "What are you yelling about? One person is making a scene, and then two people are making a scene.
"You don't want me to get better, and you hope I die soon, right?"
Chunhua was frightened by him.
Widow Liu, who was washing clothes in the yard, heard this and came into the house with her hands wet and asked, "What happened?"
Wang Dalong was so thirsty that he said impatiently, "I want some water!"
Widow Liu quickly poured him a glass of water, and even scolded Chunhua, "Are you a dead person? You stay in the house and don't even bother to pour a glass of water for your father!"
Wang Dalong was already angry, and after hearing this, he exploded: "Who said it wasn't true? You're yelling for your mother over there, it's so noisy!"
Widow Liu immediately said to Chunhua, "Your mother is in that room. Go find her and stop arguing with your father here!"
Because no one in the family was too lazy to collect firewood, and Chunhua was too young to carry the firewood, there was never enough firewood in Widow Liu's house.
In the past, at this time of year every year, Wang Dafeng would spend money to buy two carts of chopped firewood for her family, which would be enough for the family to use for the whole winter.
But since the last time I returned to the capital, there has been no news from Wang Dafeng.
So recently during the day, Widow Liu only heated the kang in the east room, and the west room was as cold as a cellar during the day.
Jiang was making clothes for her unborn child on the kang in the west room. Although her legs were covered with a quilt and she was relatively warm, her hands were so cold that she could hardly hold a needle.
Chunhua stumbled into the west room, approached Jiang, and said in a very low voice: "Mom, I'm cold..."
Jiang naturally heard her mother-in-law's scolding in this room just now. She reached out and touched Chunhua's hair and found that it was half dry.
"Just stay in my room. Get under the covers and you'll be warm in no time."
Chunhua nodded obediently, climbed onto the kang, got into the quilt covering Jiang's legs, and lay down against her thighs.
After Jiang finished the work at hand, she found that the child had not moved for a long time, but her legs and feet felt warm.
She quickly reached into the quilt and touched Chunhua's hot forehead.
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