A piglet was already half born. Li Qingmei pressed the sow's abdomen with her hands to continue stimulating her to give birth.
When the first piglet was born, one of the women who came over picked up the rags that had been prepared in advance, picked it up and wiped the mucus off the little one's body.
Although it was a collective matter, no one backed down.
Not all of those who came were there to watch the fun, they were there to help in any way they could.
Not too dirty or smelly.
After the piglets are cleaned and processed, they are sent back to the sow to feed.
Basically one baby came out every ten to twenty minutes. In total, fourteen babies were born, and all of them survived.
Zhang Wanhua helped the piglets cut their umbilical cords and tails, and the people next to her quickly handed them tools.
The job is not really done until the small fangs are cut off. This step is done by Li Qingmei. If others are not careful, they may damage the piglet's gums and mouth flesh.
Not to mention the bustling business in Qiuzhuang, the 201 dormitory of the Normal College is also extremely lively.
A classmate was sent from the message room to say that there was someone named Bai Qiaolan.
Bai Qiaolan's right eyelid was twitching, and she had a conditioned reflex that something bad was wrong.
How come she doesn’t know where her cousin came from in Lan City?
At Bai Qiaolan's request, Li Feidan and Qiu Yuling had to go around the gate first, and it turned out to be the "He Yingxiong" they saw that day.
"Did you really guess it? What should I do then?" Maybe Qiu Yuling's stories were too advanced and dark.
The girls in 201 didn't really bother to identify the man's intentions and character, and they just assumed he was in the enemy camp.
As previously agreed, Bai Qiaolan went to the instructor first and explained the whole story to him, emphasizing that she was replying politely. Now that he was at the scene, she, a female student, did not dare to meet him alone.
The instructor expressed understanding for the students’ timidity, and the fact that they were proactive in reporting and seeking help when something happened further demonstrated their openness.
He came forward and took Bai Qiaolan to the school gate.
"You must be Comrade He Qizhi, right? Bai Qiaolan was in danger during the May Day holiday. Thanks to your help, she immediately reported the situation to the school.
It’s just that it’s not convenient for me, a little girl, to come and express my gratitude. I have already sent a letter of thanks to the street office on behalf of the school. Thanks to Comrade He…”
The instructor did not speculate on the other party's intention in coming in person, but out of protection for the students and compliance with school rules, he still said some words.
"The school has a rule that students cannot have relationships, and I hope Comrade He will understand and try not to disturb the students."
He Qizi didn't expect Bai Qiaolan to be so bold. She told the school teacher about this matter directly and even copied the letter for the school to file.
This completely disrupted his rhythm, but at this moment he could only express with fear and trepidation that he was just expressing his gratitude to Bai for helping his sister, and since it was a festive occasion, he understood that it was not easy for her to study alone.
"I didn't expect that my recklessness would add a burden to Mr. Bai. I will never let my little sister bother Mr. Bai again. But please accept these rice dumplings. I can't ignore Mr. Bai's help before."
He Qizi looked upright and held out his hand, but he didn't give it to Bai Qiaolan. Instead, he faced her instructor, as if he really wanted to thank her, as if he was telling her that they had to accept it.
After several rounds of refusals, the instructor accepted it on my behalf.
He handed it back to Bai Qiaolan on the way back to school.
"Teacher, please don't give me any more. I was just thanking someone. I don't have the nerve to accept a thank-you gift right now."
No matter how the instructor persuaded her, Bai Qiaolan was determined not to take over.
"Take it. It's a sign that you're not completely clueless and still knew to ask the school for help. Don't just act on your feelings in the future. Thank them openly and honestly, and don't give them any reason to blame. Go back and write a 3,000-word self-criticism and hand it in on Monday."
Bai Qiaolan happily agreed.
Yuling told her three options that day. The best option was to be criticized by the school leaders and have a bad meal, but she would have a clear conscience.
The middle strategy is to ignore it from now on. If the other party really makes a fuss about it, find someone in the school to spread the word and make you look like an ungrateful person.
The worst option was to pretend to be nice and let the other party take the letter with them, and then make an appointment at a place. Then they would go in and out and set up a trap, rob her and He of everything, get the letter, and completely destroy the evidence.
The school leaders will not know about the medium and low options, and it will not affect her future participation in various school evaluations and her enjoyment of various welfare policies.
The best strategy is to cross the open road, which may result in temporary losses, but it is safer and more efficient. The middle and worst strategies both involve varying degrees of trouble.
She was most afraid of trouble, so she decisively chose the best option.
At this moment, she also personally felt for the first time that the school did not allow students to have relationships. It was not a restriction, but a kind of protection for them!
"You're back. How was it? Did the instructor help you?" As soon as they saw her come back, the girls in the dormitory couldn't wait to surround her, wanting to know what happened.
“Well, I followed Yuling’s instructions. After admitting my mistake, I acted ignorant and scared, and even dropped a few drops of cat urine. Before the instructor could criticize me, I went out and exposed the matter and sent him away.
On the way back, the instructor finally had the mind to scold me and asked me to write a letter of praise and a 3,000-word self-criticism and hand them in on Monday.
However, the instructor said that I was communicating with a man outside the school, and it would be embarrassing if it got out, so he didn't criticize me publicly."
"That's great! It's much better than what we expected." Zhao Xiaogu felt that this result was a pleasant surprise.
"That's right, our instructor is such a good person." Zhang Caiyue and others also echoed. The letter of introduction to the brick factory was also issued to them by the instructor.
Bai Qiaolan looked at Qiu Yuling eagerly. Before she could even open her mouth, Qiu Yuling clearly refused. "Don't look at me. I don't want to write one, and I don't know how. I've only been praised since I was a child. I've never written a self-criticism. I don't even understand the format!"
She's so young, and yet she's a member of 201. Doesn't that prove she's excellent? I won't do the self-criticism for you.
"Hahaha, don't read it. No one wrote it for you. Reflect on it seriously and deeply on your own. Don't let others praise you and you won't know what to do next time."
After Li Feidan finished speaking, she called on them to turn on the water and wash their hair. They had classes tomorrow and the bathroom had been occupied by students washing up. There shouldn't be many people here now, so it was their turn.
Qiu Yuling jumped down from the bed quickly, took the basin from the shelf, took the shampoo, and went out with the group.
Before leaving, he thoughtfully helped Bai Qiaolan close the door, trying to give her a quiet space to create.
"Hurry up! The lights will be out soon. Kerosene lamps are bad for your eyes."
"Really? You left me alone and couldn't you keep someone to accompany me?" He muttered, but didn't dare to stop and started with the thank-you letter.
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