After waking up, Li Qingyun looked at the brighter room. The sunlight from outside shone directly onto the wall, casting mottled shadows. She was still a little dazed.
I was dazed for a few minutes before I came to my senses and started my daily routine of taking care of the baby.
I heated up the buns and mixed the milk powder. Dabao had just woken up, so I taught him to wash himself with a new toothbrush and a small towel. He did a good job and basically brushed off the stains on his little yellow teeth.
Li Qingyun also checked his teeth for cavities and found that there were none, they were just a little dirty. Come to think of it, the child is still young and has never eaten sweets, so it is not too late to save him now.
There were five meat buns, two for Dabao and three for her, and both of them were full.
When I was giving Dabao a bath and changing his clothes yesterday, his only clean vest was torn. He had no clothes to change into and was still wearing yesterday's dirty clothes.
After dinner, she asked the eldest child to wash two bowls while she fed the second child first, took care of the poop, and packed up the changed diapers and put them in a place temporarily. She had to take them out for disposal every few days, which was safer.
The second baby has no self-awareness yet. As long as he is full and satisfied, he can play by himself, look at the ceiling, suck his little fingers, and call out to his mother. Apart from paying attention to the time for eating and changing diapers, he is generally easy to take care of.
Putting him aside, Li Qingyun cut a piece of blue, a piece of blue and white stripes, and a piece of black cotton cloth, preparing to sew a few vests and shorts for the two children. It was hot, so it was appropriate to wear vests now, and they could be worn as a base layer in autumn later.
Long shirts and trousers are not easy to make, but vests and shorts are very simple. She can do this, and she also has to slowly pick up her original skills in making clothes. It is impossible for her to trouble others in the future.
After cutting these three pieces of cloth, you can make three vests and two pairs of shorts for the eldest and second child.
In fact, there are many colors of fabrics in the space, but some colors are not sold in the supply and marketing society. They may be available in big cities, but not in the village. So she didn't dare to use colors that were too out of the ordinary, so she could only let the baby wear some blue, white and black.
It took some time to cut the fabric, but sewing it was much faster. The vest required very little sewing, and the first one was a little crooked. After I got the hang of it, it became easier and easier, and the stitches became neat, fine, and dense.
There are very few places that need to be sewn on the shorts, except for the waistband. There are still a lot of elastic bands on the original body, which are just right for the baby to use.
In one morning, I finished making vests and shorts for the two children. I remembered that the eldest child was four years old and had never worn underwear. He always wore outer pants with his bare butt. So I found some white cotton cloth and made two pairs of soft little underwear for him.
Raising a child is really not easy, and you have to worry about everything.
Dabao put on new clothes and looked at himself for a long time in the only small mirror in the house.
Li Qingyun recalled how he looked when she first came. It was clear that only two days had passed, but he was completely different. Although he was still thin, he looked much more energetic and had become a clean and energetic little cute boy.
Both children have skin like hers, dazzlingly white. The heroic look between the eyebrows of the eldest child is more like his father, while the second child is more like her.
Now that she had new clothes, she threw away the two children's small and torn clothes.
At noon, the mother and son had rice with kelp, mung bean and pork ribs soup, which was heat-clearing and nutritious.
Li Qingyun took time out from making clothes to stew the pork rib soup. It is simple and does not require any supervision. Just simmer it on low heat.
Erbao now basically eats a meal every four hours, mostly 180ml of milk, and I give him porridge when I cook it.
At noon, after the two children fell asleep, Li Qingyun was not sleepy, so she made bread dumplings, chopped up a bowl of oil residue, added some vermicelli, cabbage, and chopped dried mushrooms, and seasoned it with her own secret recipe. She made more than a hundred large dumplings.
She is used to doing these tasks and doesn't feel tired. When she was working, she often made dumplings in the refrigerator. When she didn't have time to cook, she would cook dumplings. It was convenient, fast and saved money.
These dumplings definitely cannot be left outside, as the bottom will be exposed in a few hours. She put them directly into the space and stored them. She would take them out and cook them when she wanted to eat them, just keeping Dabao away at that time.
Just after I finished cleaning up, Erbao woke up and woke up his brother as well.
Dabao helped his younger brother change his diaper, and the two played on the kang. Li Qingyun mixed some milk and asked Dabao to feed his younger brother. She put on her dirty clothes from work, put on a straw hat, and went to her private plot.
The private plot is not big, but there are many things planted in it. There are many kinds of vegetables in this and that plot. The quality is not as good as those sold in supermarkets in later generations, but they are original and grown with farm fertilizer, which is healthier.
Winters are long in the north, and the only vegetables that can be stored are cabbage, radishes, potatoes, and onions. Other fresh vegetables are not available, so she has to find a way to store more vegetables and eat them in winter.
Li Zhaodi doesn't like to tinker around, so there are still a lot of vegetables left in the field that haven't been picked. Some have gone bad, which is a pity. Now she wants to pick the ones that should be picked.
It is almost autumn, and the pumpkins and winter melons are ripe. The vines and stems have dried up and can be easily picked. There are three pumpkins and two large winter melons in total.
The most common fruits were cowpeas and green beans. I picked two baskets of them, but unfortunately some of them were old. The same went for loofah. I picked both young and old ones in one basket.
A big basket of cucumbers, more than ten small eggplants, and a big basket of peppers, both green and red.
Finally, there are tomatoes. They are local tomatoes grown in the countryside. They are very small, as big as cherry tomatoes, with thin skin. They taste sweet and sour, which is pretty good. I picked a big bag.
After picking the vegetables, all the branches and dead vines on the ground must be pulled out, cleared aside, and then burned together to make fertilizer after they are dried.
Even though the harvesting task of the private plot has come to an end, we have to plant some cold-resistant winter vegetables in the next two days. It will be too late any later.
In theory, these rural plants should be kept for seeds, but she didn't know much about it and found it troublesome. She thought the seeds she bought in the previous space were better, so she didn't keep any.
After pretending to put the crops into the cellar, they were actually stored away in the space. Li Qingyun returned to the front yard and took off his straw hat to cool down. His hair was soaked with sweat, as were his clothes and his back. It was really hard to be a farmer.
Dabao quickly brought a jar of cold boiled water to his mother. Li Qingyun felt much better after drinking it. She praised Dabao a few words, and he grinned happily. He was really a child who was easily satisfied.
"Dabao was really good today. He helped mom take care of his younger brother and brought mom water. I'll give him two candies as a reward. Go get them yourself."
Dabao ran away happily, and Li Qingyun shouted from behind: "Don't give it to your brother."
"I know, Mom. You've told me two hundred times." The little guy was still unhappy.
Children are difficult to raise. Bumps and scratches may not put their lives in danger, but suffocation caused by foreign objects stuck in the throat can be fatal. Li Qingyun had seen many such cases in her previous life, so she paid special attention to safety issues in this area.
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