Chapter 273 Fate
Mother Chen poured out a small half bowl of cooked milk. The aroma of milk filled the entire kitchen and even people in the yard could smell it.
Manbao and the others followed Chen's mother into the main room and watched her feed the child.
The milk still had some taste, obviously different from the rice soup he had drunk before, so the child spit it out out of habit.
After failing to feed the baby for several times, Chen's mother couldn't help but feel anxious. This milk is so hard to come by, how could it be wasted like this?
Mother Chen couldn't help but press his lips and force the milk in without taking out the spoon.
Qian was sitting by and watching. She was shocked and quickly pulled her hand away. The child had started coughing. His face first turned red, then a little blue. He moved his hands and feet with difficulty, and then the movements became slower and slower.
Manbao was also unhappy. She pushed Chen's mother and picked up the child. She turned around and handed the child to her mother, "Mom, you hold the child."
Qian quickly took the child, wiped away what he vomited, and gently helped him breathe. Seeing that his movements had slowed down and he only hummed softly twice, she took the spoon from Chen's mother's hand and carefully fed him.
She spoke softly to Chen, who had stood up with concern, "Children have tempers too. They're just like adults. When they're upset, they naturally feel bad. We're adults, we can talk about it, cry, and curse. He's a child, and everything else is not good, but he's definitely in a bad mood."
Qian said, "You've heard from the doctor that this child is holding it in for too long, and he's feeling a little unwell. Plus, he's hungry, so his temper is definitely worse than other children. You have to go along with him now. Otherwise, why are you being so stubborn with a newborn? In the end, won't you be the one who suffers?"
"Yes." Chen replied, glanced at her mother, and said, "Aunt, give him to me. I'll feed him."
"No need," Qian said with a smile, "You're not in a good mood right now, and I have nothing to do here, so what's wrong with me feeding you?"
Qian placed a towel on his chest and fed him carefully, letting him vomit if he wanted.
Babies will spit up milk when they are breastfed, let alone goat's milk.
In Qian's opinion, the Bai family has sent a whole sheep, so are they still worried that the child will not have enough milk to drink?
She patiently played the game of "you feed me and I spit" with the child. When it comes to patience, most children cannot match that of adults.
Sure enough, he didn't know whether he was tired and didn't want to vomit again, or he was really too hungry to bear it, he took a bite and then didn't vomit again.
At this time, half a bowl of milk was empty.
Mother Chen looked at the half-wet towel and felt heartbroken, but when Qian looked over, she went to the kitchen and poured another half bowl.
Qian fed him and he finished drinking.
The child was still smacking his lips, but Qian stopped feeding him. "Such a young child doesn't have a big appetite, but you need to feed him frequently. Feed him again after an hour."
Zhou Hu came in from outside and asked with concern: "Did he drink it?"
Qian carefully wiped the milk stains off his body and said with a smile, "Drink it."
Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at his youngest son, then looked at his wife and said, "From now on, this child will be called Sanshou, and he will follow his brothers in line."
This was the name they had originally thought of for their child. They had thought of it when Dafu was born, and it could be used regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl.
But since the child was born, he has never decided on a name because he, like the doctor, feels that the child has a low chance of survival.
If you can't survive, there's no need to give it a name.
But now that the child has drunk the milk, his hope of survival is even greater.
Qian had raised many children and was very good at taking care of them. Even though Chen was already a mother of two children, she was far inferior to Qian in this regard.
So the couple listened to her instructions very carefully. When she was about to leave, Zhou Hu gave her a large basin of sweet wine and asked her to take it back.
He grinned, "Aunt, this sweet wine nourishes the blood and warms the body. Please take it back and let Brother Dalang have a taste."
Zhou Dalang suffered internal bleeding in a fight some time ago and has been recuperating at home.
Qian did not refuse and accepted it.
Manbao volunteered to carry it.
Of course, she couldn't lift it alone, so Bai Shanbao helped her.
Qian Shi was not really powerless. She took the basin from the two men, glanced at them and said, "Go home quickly."
Zhou Hu also wanted to send some sweet wine to the Bai family, but he felt that this thing was too cheap and it was not easy to send it at the moment.
Qian was not sensitive to other people's family affairs, and took the two children back to Lao Zhou's house without knowing anything.
She couldn't help but praise the two children, of course, especially Bai Shanbao. She stroked his little head and said with a smile, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Regardless of whether Sanshou survives in the end, you have gained a good fortune, and you will definitely be rewarded in the future."
Bai Shanbao looked at Qian with sparkling eyes.
The liveliness in Zhou Hu's house only lasted for one day. Friends and relatives gathered today to visit Chen and the children, gave them rice, flour and eggs, and after completing the formalities, they went their separate ways. Everyone went about their business, as there was still a lot of work to be done in the fields.
Chen's mother stayed to take care of Chen. There was no other way because Zhou Hu's parents had passed away two years earlier and there was no one in the family to take care of Chen.
Manbao and Bai Shanbao felt that they had a connection with Sanshou, so they often went to their house to see him after school. Chen was still lying in bed unable to move, but Sanshou was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
First, his face became less pale. It was said that he ate eight times a day, a small bowl each time. Then the red wrinkles on his face disappeared a little, and his facial features became clearer. Finally, his crying was no longer so frequent. Once he had to pee, and he burst into tears in pain. Although it didn't scare Manbao, the cry was much louder.
Because of this, although Chen was still lying in bed and unable to get out of bed, she smiled more often.
Manbao was attracted by the little baby and forgot about Fuling. One day, Zhou Silang came back limping with a basket of wild mushrooms on his back. Only then did she realize that her family had not been able to find Fuling, but the wild mushroom business was doing well.
But obviously, this business has now been hit.
Zhou Silang was furious. He put down his backpack and said, "Although the mountain has been divided, unless it's good wood or something we grew ourselves, I've never heard of any game growing in this mountain belonging to any one family alone. But those two families chased us with hoes. Luckily we ran fast, otherwise they would have taken the whole basket."
Zhou Wulang was also very angry. "Fourth brother was left behind with his things on his back and fell down. Fortunately, he didn't break any bones, otherwise they would have been in trouble."
(End of this chapter)
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