Chapter 51 They are all ungrateful!

In the side room, the atmosphere was very depressing.

Luo Laosi felt that his wife was not happy because she gave birth to a girl.

"If I can't give birth to a son, how am I going to explain to my father when I go to the grave during the New Year?" He kept muttering.

But he still remembered that he went to Zhai's house to ask Wang Ziru to come and help deliver the baby. He sent Wang Ziru out of the side room and said with a wry smile, "My dear sister, you have seen the situation of our family. I have nothing else to give you, only a basket of potatoes for you."

"Don't be so polite! Your whole family eats from the same pot, and no one has enough food. Today I'm just helping you." Wang Ziru already felt that the Luo family was suffocating.

If this continues, I'm afraid the mother will suffer from depression.

Usually, after giving birth, mothers have to wash clothes and diapers for their children and are not allowed to go out casually.

Even if I go out in the future, I have to carry the child on my back and remember to feed the child all the time. I have to feed the child every four hours, otherwise the adults' anger will be blocked.

If this continues for a long time, the mother will suffer from severe postpartum depression. Therefore, postpartum depression is half physiological due to hormones and half psychological.

Everyone in the Luo family seemed very disappointed with the first child born to Zhao Junxia.

Outside the side room, many children were gathered outside the door, chattering.

Many village women stood in the passage leading to the main hall, talking with several sisters-in-law of the Luo family.

Several little boys saw Wang Ziru coming out of the side room and shouted, "See! We shouldn't have called her to deliver the baby."

"Now what's the point of giving birth to a girl?"

"Uncle Luo is so unlucky."

A group of village children deliberately told Wang Ziru these ignorant thoughts, causing her face to darken.

She looked at the village bully boys and said, "Who told you that I was the one who delivered the girl Zhao Junxia had just given birth to?"

"My mom, that's what they all said."

"You still don't admit it?! Why did you give birth to a son and let Zhao Junxia give birth to a girl?" The village bully boy who is like the king of children, I don't know whose child he is.

Wang Ziru rolled her eyes speechlessly after hearing this.

"It's all right now. Uncle Luo has no son, so he will definitely be bullied in the future."

Wang Ziru held her forehead with her hand and said, "You should worry more about your own family's affairs."

"Hey! Don't think you are so great. My mother and the others all said that the Zhai family's ancestral tomb was well buried, so you gave birth to a son. If you didn't give birth to a son, how dare you bully Zhaodi and the other three girls?"

Wang Ziru's face suddenly darkened, and her mood also sank to the bottom, "What are you talking about?"

At this time, some of the village women who were huddled together and chatting in low voices started cursing.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The village bully boy was not afraid of his mother at all, "My dear, that's what they all said, I'm not wrong!"

“…When did I ever bully Zhaodi and her two sisters? Explain yourself to me clearly today.” Wang Ziru asked with a cold expression, rolling up her sleeves.

"Children are ignorant and are just talking nonsense. Sister, don't take it to heart." A middle-aged woman with freckles all over her face quickly withdrew from the heated conversation, strode over, pinched her son's ear and said with a smile.

Wang Ziru looked at the woman, then at the village bully who was not convinced by his lesson.

What a poor mountain and bad water!

At this time, Zhao Junxia's mother-in-law came out with a small bamboo basket and wanted to give it to Wang Ziru as a thank you.

It turned out that the old woman had been out for a long time, beating the drum to send something to Wang Ziru.

No wonder she hasn't been seen taking care of the mother and baby for a long time.

"Auntie, you don't have to be so polite. Helping with the delivery is just a piece of cake. You should go and take care of the baby during the confinement period." Wang Ziru declined the basket of potatoes without hesitation. If she accepted the things from the Luo family, she didn't know how they would scold her behind her back.

Upon seeing this, several village women and Luo's sisters-in-law hurriedly made way with awkward smiles and stood in the main hall.

Wang Ziru went straight back to Zhai's house.

Baoer had been standing outside the yard, looking towards the village below the slope.

Seeing that my mother finally came back, I excitedly rushed down the slope to greet her.

"Bao Er, have you had lunch?"

"I've eaten. Dad left some food for you."

"Yeah." Wang Ziru took her son's hand, climbed up the slope, and walked into the yard.

Then she saw Zhai Ximo carrying a shoulder pole and coming out of the newly built stove room of the eldest brother Zhai Qingsong. When he saw her, he said, "Your rice is kept warm in the hanging pot."

There was no emotion on Wang Ziru's face as she walked into the main room holding Baoer's hand.

After nearly forty minutes of torment, she was a little hungry.

Wang Ziru went into the house to get an earthen bowl, then went to the stove to get a wooden spoon, then turned around and walked into the kitchen to sit down.

When she lifted the black lid of the hanging pot, she saw that the pot was already empty, with no trace of the mixed dry rice of corn and rice that she had cooked at noon.

Sitting by the fire, Wang Ziru was stunned.

Baoer was also sitting on the pony next to her. When he saw his mother's expression froze, he stood up from the pony and stretched his neck to look.

"Huh? Where's the food?" Bao Er was surprised. "I clearly saw that Dad left some food for you."

At this time, Zhai Ximo also came to the kitchen.

Seeing that there was nothing in the hanging pot also made my scalp tingle.

In just such a short while, who had eaten it secretly?

In the yard, all the adults were working.

For a while, no one else came in.

It can only be his three nieces, or his mother is greedy...

Baoer swallowed and raised her little face, "Dad, what should we do? Mom's meal might be eaten by others."

"Forget it... let's cook a bowl of egg noodles." Zhai Ximo lowered his back and patted the woman's shoulder.

Wang Ziru wiped her face, wondering what sin she had committed.

Not only did she go out to help someone deliver a baby, but she was blamed for it. Also, when she got home and wanted to eat a hot meal, the pot was empty.

"I'll go cook some noodles for you. You take a rest."

Zhai Ximo sensed that the woman was about to explode like a storm, so he hurried to the kitchen to cook noodles.

She cooked a bowl of noodles with a poached egg on top and handed it to Wang Ziru, "Eat it. Don't be hungry."

Wang Ziru didn't say anything. She just took the noodles and started eating them.

"Has the fourth daughter-in-law of the Luo family given birth?" The man squatted beside her and deliberately spoke to break the silence.

After slurping a few mouthfuls of noodles, Wang Ziru raised her head and said, "She gave birth to a daughter, but they all blamed me, saying that it was because I was the one who delivered the baby that Zhao Junxia gave birth to a girl."

"Do you think I am wronged?"

Zhai Ximo was amused, "Who is so boring? Nonsense."

"From now on, if I do anything for this village again, I will write the name Wang Ziru backwards." Wang Ziru pointed the chopsticks in the sky and swore a poisonous oath.

The man laughed muffledly.

"What an ungrateful bunch! I shouldn't have agreed to help so easily."

"With your personality, you're not suitable for living in the village!" The man slowly stood up and patted the woman on the shoulder. "The family leave is over, let's go back to the army together. Most of the women living in the army's family compound are intellectuals, and they won't bother you for no reason."