Zhou's mother and the others frowned. "Something might have happened in the village. You kids shouldn't ask around. Just get off the bus and go back. You'll know when the time comes."
It was fine on weekdays, but if something really happened in the village, these outsider educated youth would be scolded if they listened rashly. Meng Zhiyu and others nodded obediently.
I returned to the educated youth's yard, changed into dry clothes, took out rice, braised pork, and some fried mushrooms, ate to my satisfaction, and did some simple exercises to digest the food.
I went to the space to continue assembling my bicycle. I happened to have nothing to do, so I tried to become a bicycle owner next time I went to the county town.
After piecing together for over an hour, I went to prepare for the competition. When I felt a little hungry, I looked up at the time and it was already past six in the afternoon.
Walk out of the space, light a fire and cook some dumpling soup, add two poached eggs, and pair it with a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds in the space. It’s perfect.
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu walked out of the room, touching her stomach. Li Tingman and Song Guangye were sitting in the yard talking and laughing, while the two older children, Li Qingqing and Jiang Zengzhi, were playing cat's tether.
Glancing at the door of Mu Ziwei's locked room, "Is Brother Mu sleeping?" Li Tingman turned around and said, "No, he went out to listen to the news."
Meng Zhiyu sat aside, staring at the sunset in the distance in a daze. He had heard that daydreaming for no reason was good for the brain, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.
Not long after, Mu Ziwei came back in a hurry, sweating profusely. He went back to the house and took two big gulps of boiled water. After his heartbeat calmed down, he sat down in the yard sighing.
"Brother Mu, didn't you find out?" Li Qingqing asked curiously as she saw him sighing and frowning.
Meng Zhiyu and the others also felt the same way. Mu Ziwei shook his head and said, "No, this is a very sad thing that happened in the village. Didn't Sister Li give birth prematurely today? I heard that the baby cried twice after being born and then died."
"What?" Several people were shocked. The old saying goes that a baby who is seven months old will survive but eight months old will not, but it doesn't say anything about a nine-month-old baby. Logically speaking, a baby should be almost fully developed at nine months old, so the chance of survival should be greater.
Li Tingman had a child before, and she knew how much grief it was to have a child die after ten months of pregnancy. "How's things going at home, Aunt Li?"
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