Chapter 8 The Unlucky Second House
When it comes to making clothes, the nature of women is revealed. The sons have no idea, only Li Qiqiao went to discuss with Mrs. Feng.
"Make two shirts first, and make them bigger. The child is small and grows fast. If you make them just right, she won't be able to wear them in a few days." Mrs. Feng pondered.
Li Qiqiao was careful and quickly added: "By the way, mother, the little sister-in-law has tender skin, and the small underwear she wears inside must be bought with good material and softer." Mrs.
Feng couldn't help nodding: "Well, we have to make a few more pairs of these so that we can keep them for changing and washing."
After all, Nuobao is a little girl, and she needs to be paid special attention to. The expenses on the small quilt and pants cannot be saved.
Sun Chunxue saw that she had just received some money and was about to spend it on her sister-in-law, and she couldn't help pinching the corner of her clothes with heartache.
"Mom, Nuobao is still young, actually... there's no need to spend too much money on clothes." She stammered and interrupted.
Feng's face immediately fell.
"No matter how much or how little I spend on Nuobao, it can't delay the family's meals!"
"Besides, our family has been poor for so many years, and it's only since my daughter came into the family that we have all this good luck. Maybe this money was brought by my daughter, so it wouldn't be too much even if I spend it all on her."
Jiang Fengnian also felt that what happened in the past two days was not accidental, and it must be the good luck brought by his sister!
He frowned and said, "You are the only sister in the family. If we don't keep the money for her, who should we spend it on? You don't need to worry about these things. Don't say anything more in the future."
Sun Chunxue didn't want to contradict her mother, so she stepped aside with a red face, feeling a little upset.
At this time, Xiao Nuobao, who had already returned to the kang, also heard that her mother was going to make clothes for her.
Her big eyes were shining, and she used her hands and feet to climb to the edge of the kang, leaning out half of her body to look at her mother.
In the past, in the Shen Mansion, the servants thought it was troublesome and just threw her into the woodshed to roam around, and never gave her clothes to use.
Now that she finally has clothes to cover her body, Xiao Nuobao is very excited. A blush appeared on her chubby little face, and many fabric patterns she saw in the Shen Mansion flashed through her mind.
She likes all those pink and purple materials.
Some of them have small flower patterns on them. They look smooth and beautiful when worn.
Although Xiao Nuobao is still a baby, she already has a love of beauty. She raised her feet above her head in excitement and was about to smell them. But when she looked up, she saw the pale clothes on Feng.
Mother's clothes are so old.
And they are gray and fluffy...
Xiao Nuobao frowned and felt sorry for Feng.
"Liang, Wo doesn't need so many clothes!" She shook her head quickly like a wave drum.
"Don't waste money, Nuobao only needs one piece, it's enough to wear... Liang should also make a set for himself, we can wear it together." Little Nuobao drank enough and had strength, and his voice became much louder.
Hearing that the young lady was so young, she actually thought about herself, Feng was stunned at first, and then her heart almost melted into a pool of water.
"Nuobao, are you worried about your mother?" Feng smiled and held her in her arms: "You are such a lovely child, don't worry, my lady, mother has clothes to wear, and when our family conditions are better, mother will make a new set for herself."
Little Nuobao raised her big black eyes and listened seriously.
In this case, she had to work hard to make more money for the family, so that mother could make new clothes earlier.
"Okay, it's cool~ But don't worry, the day will be quick, and Wo will help." Little Nuobao bit his white and tender little hand, humming and rubbing his saliva.
The Jiang family didn't take it too seriously, but they felt warm in their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel in a good mood.
Jiang Fenghu even went over to tease his sister: "I have to say, although our sister is still young, she looks smarter and more sensible than a three or four-year-old child."
"That's right, Jiang Zhizhi from my second uncle's family is four years old, and she only knows how to be greedy and ask for food all day long. She is also dark and fat, just like she was struck by lightning. There is no comparison with our sister." Jiang Fengjing touched Nuobao's snow-white feet and proudly puffed out his chest.
Speaking of this, even Sun Chunxue, who didn't like Xiao Nuobao coming into the house, couldn't help but notice the goodness of her sister.
The little girl is pretty, smart, and very popular. She is indeed extraordinary.
Sun Chunxue's mouth curled up unconsciously, and she was frightened by the thought that came to her mind. She shook her head quickly and went out.
Why is my character so unsteady...
No matter how popular she is, there is still one more mouth to feed...
The fourth brother just mentioned the second house, and now Feng also thought of them.
Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she snorted, "Oh, by the way, Boss, last night the village chief sent your grandma to the city with a bullock cart. I don't know if she is dead in the clinic now."
Jiang Fengnian shook his head in disappointment, "Not yet, mother, Second Uncle only injured his arm. Although grandma was seriously injured this time, Uncle Li who sent them to the city came back and said that grandma was saved by the doctor, but she was paralyzed. I'm afraid someone will need to take care of her in the future."
Feng pursed her lips, a little regretful.
"What a pity, why didn't your grandma die right there?"
If the old woman really died, she wouldn't sell the pork, and she could just invite the whole village to a feast, and she would be happy to do that.
Jiang Fengjing's eyes flashed with a dark look: "Mom, it's better if the nanny comes back. Anyway, she can't go to the fields and can't work. She can only lie on the kang and eat white rice. The first and second wives are so snobbish. Who will be able to take care of her in the future?"
The "blessing" of this old woman is still to come...
When Feng heard this, she laughed and touched the fourth child's head: "That's right, let her live slowly. Hurry up and get rid of the wild boar. We still have to eat lunch."
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Before noon, the village chief's ox cart creaked back to the village.
The villagers who were chatting under the big willow tree saw that it was old lady Jiang and the second wife who finally came back.
This time, Mrs. Jiang's head was seriously injured. Although she barely saved her life, she was paralyzed and spent a lot of money on medical treatment and medicine.
When he got home, Jiang Dahe was very upset to see Mrs. Jiang lying on the kang, unable to move, babbling and drooling.
He covered his broken arm which was still painful and said, "It's so fucking frustrating. Now our family has become a joke in the village, and mother can't even get up from the kang. By the way, where are my elder brother and sister-in-law? Why are they hiding when such a big thing happened to my mother and me!"
Zhuang picked her teeth and coaxed Jiang Zhizhi, who was crying with hunger, with a snort.
"Your eldest brother and his wife are just as worthless as the third wife. They didn't even bother to prepare food for Zhizhi when we were not at home. Look how hungry our daughter is."
Jiang Dahe was already furious, and he got even angrier when he heard this. He clenched his fist and was about to hit the door to vent his anger.
Unexpectedly, a wooden thorn protruded from the door frame, and with just one punch, it pierced into the back of Jiang Dahe's hand!
"Ahhh, it hurts!" Jiang Dahe shook his hands full of blood and fell to the ground.
"I don't know what happened to our family these two days. Why are we so unlucky!" Jiang Dahe was venting his anger and spat with a tearful face.
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