There is no scientific way to raise children these days, such as how old a baby should be and when he can start eating complementary foods.
The key is to survive.
Zhang Xiaonv might not listen to other words, but when Liang Shengdi said that she might eat less if she didn't breastfeed, Zhang Xiaonv was very proactive and took action.
That night, I made a bowl of corn porridge that was almost as thin as water for the little Yulan in the cradle.
Xiao Yulan was very satisfied with the meal, and Liang Shengdi was also very satisfied with the meal.
Zhang Xiaonv felt even more satisfied.
"If you and your mother both eat porridge, you can save more food rations, so don't feed her with milk."
Zhang Xiaonu happily held her granddaughter, who had eaten and drunk enough and was beginning to doze off, and said to Liang Shengdi in a rare and friendly manner,
"Yulan, sleep with me. This way, you two can sleep better at night. Shengdi, you should get more rest and take good care of yourself. Then we can give Yulan a little brother! Our family will be lively again!"
Ever since the day Liang Shengdi nearly passed out from hunger during her confinement, her expression has been dull and wooden.
I never laughed again, nor did I cry again.
Well, there really wasn't anything particularly happy happening during this day.
Lin Wenxuan carefully looked at his wife's expression, and gave half of his sweet potato to Liang Shengdi.
"I'm full, I'll give you half of it."
Liang Shengdi didn't bother to be polite with him and just threw it into her mouth and finished it in two bites.
The two little chicks were still taken care of by Liang Shengdi. She no longer had to breastfeed them. She just wrapped them in a cloth and went around catching insects and cutting grass for the two chicks to eat.
There is not much work in the fields in winter, so Lin Wenxuan is busy. Liang Shengdi is at home, and Zhang Xiaonv has the easiest job, as she only has to take care of her granddaughter.
Dashan's mother has been busy arranging a wife for Dashan recently. Although there is a war, he still has to find a wife.
She was extremely busy. Occasionally, when she saw Zhang Xiaonv holding her granddaughter and walking around, she would always say that Zhang Xiaonv was very lucky.
All the major family matters have been taken care of. My son and daughter-in-law are capable, and my granddaughter has been born. I will take care of my granddaughter and then my grandson. As long as the Japanese don't come again, I can live a leisurely life.
Zhang Xiaonv loved hearing such auspicious words and always smiled happily. But she always felt that something was not right.
It seems that Liang Shengdi has changed a bit?
The daughter-in-law is still as capable as before, but occasionally, when Zhang Xiaonu sees her staring at the two chickens, her eyes are always so gloomy and deep that it is frightening.
Fear?
I'm not afraid of shit!
Zhang Xiaonv couldn't help but spit at herself in her heart. They were not Japs, so what was there to be afraid of?
She couldn't help but bend down and kiss her chubby little granddaughter, pat her little bottom wrapped in the swaddle, and sing nursery rhymes to coax her to sleep.
"One breath was crying, the other was laughing. Two yellow dogs came to carry the sedan chair. We crossed Taihe Bridge. Bangdang fell off the sedan chair. Another yellow dog came to make fun of us..."
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The Lin family’s New Year’s Eve dinner this year was very simple, but it was much better than some of the other restaurants out there where they had nothing but bran and vegetables to eat.
A bowl of dried vegetable and winter bamboo shoot soup. The vegetables were grown together in the mountains, and Zhang Xiaonu dried them. Liang Shengdi dug the winter bamboo shoots from the mountains over the past two days. There were too many people digging, so they had to fight over them, and there weren't many left.
A plate of boiled radish with a little soy sauce, which Lin Wenxuan dug out from the ground yesterday.
There is a bowl of steamed sweet potatoes, and the quantity is limited, only one per person.
There is also a bowl of porridge, which is specially provided by Xiao Yulan.
That’s all for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
There is no other way. The remaining food will have to last for more than half a year. The prerequisite is that the Japanese will not come to disrupt them during the spring plowing this year, so that they can receive this batch of food in late summer.
otherwise……
Let’s all starve to death together in the second half of the year.
Liang Shengdi quietly finished eating her sweet potato, and did not forget to feed the remaining sweet potato peel from between her teeth to the two chickens that had been kept in the house during the cold weather.
Zhang Xiaonv held the baby in her arms and fed him porridge. She would look up at Liang Shengdi from time to time and said sourly to the little Yulan in her arms,
"Look at your mother. She doesn't want to feed you but is willing to feed the chickens. I wonder if she thinks those two chickens are her daughters!"
"Ah~mm~ah~"
Little Yulan couldn't speak, but she was not quiet at all when she babbled. She had milk porridge in her mouth, and her eyes were always staring at her mother across the table. Occasionally, she would smile.
Lin Wenxuan thought his daughter was so cute, but at the same time he wondered what nonsense his mother was talking about during the New Year.
"Didn't you say that they, mother and daughter, were saving food by eating porridge? Now you're saying that again. If you cook enough rice for Shengdi, she will definitely be able to continue feeding!"
"Is that what I don't want?!"
Zhang Xiaonu is just unhappy that her son always helps his wife to deal with her. Moreover, Liang Shengdi obviously doesn't care about this child! Such a good little Yulan, she is such a good mother!
"That would require a lot of food at home! Plant more during the New Year so you can have enough to eat next year!"
"Is it because we don't want to plant it?!" Lin Wenxuan asked angrily.
"It's not that I don't allow you to plant! I also want more food! Who likes to be hungry?"
The mother and son started quarreling in such a sweet way on New Year's Day. The tightly wrapped little Yulan's eyes became brighter when she heard it, and she babbled and wanted to join the quarrel.
Only Liang Shengdi was still quietly feeding the chickens.
Eat, eat, you can only grow up when you are full, and only when you grow up can I eat you.
That’s right, Liang Shengdi had made up her mind that one of the two chickens had to be eaten by her.
The money she used to buy the chickens came from her basket weaving! She didn't care about whether the currency was depreciating or not, or whether she had to save the money for her children's schooling. Anyway, the money had already been used to buy the chickens, so it was like she was weaving baskets in exchange for chickens.
Then she raises the chicken and has to feed it, right?
Liang Shengdi was too lazy to argue with her mother-in-law about whether to take care of the child or breastfeed the child, as she had no milk left.
When Yulan was just born, she actually wanted to cry when they washed the baby and put her on their chests.
In her life, she had never truly felt the power of blood ties, but in that moment, she felt it completely.
That was her child, the child she had carried with great effort for ten months.
How could she not love him?
But later, every time she breastfed, the feeling of life slipping away from her body always made her feel that this child was here to take her life.
Especially when she was extremely hungry and her body was losing weight day by day, she would always think of the experience last summer and autumn when she almost starved to death on the road.
Sometimes it even feels worse than it did then.
Then I looked at the little magnolia, which was getting fatter and whiter.
Liang Shengdi feels that
She may still love herself more.
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