The loss of a life is just a small and brief pause in a person's long life. When the sadness passes away, life goes on.
After getting over the old man's death, Du Jiang's life became busy again. After all, as Huo Xingle grew up day by day, Du Jiang no longer had the heart to feel sad for Qiu Beiyue, because the little guy was too noisy.
Sitting on the bed, Du Jiang was sorting the herbs in the bamboo basket while watching Huo Xingle whimpering and tossing around on the bed. He was overwhelmed. "He was so well-behaved when he was little, why is he getting harder to take care of as he grows older?"
"Sister Jiang, are you home?"
Hearing the shouts outside the door, Du Jiang quickly put down the bamboo basket in his hand, and hugged Huo Xingle, who was lying on the bed with sweat on his forehead, before opening the door. "Chunxiao, come in quickly. Why are you here today?"
"I brought you some wild vegetables. I didn't see you when I went to the mountains this morning. I guess you were watching Xingle at home." Yu Chunxiao looked at Huo Xingle nestled in Du Jiang's arms and couldn't help but reach out to tease him. "Xingle, you didn't sleep again today."
"Alas, I don't know what's wrong with this child. After three months, he became lively and now rolls over happily," Du Jiang said, making way for Yu Chunxiao to enter the house. "Come on, come in and sit down. I just made some ginger tea this morning. You can have some later. It's bright and girls should protect themselves."
"Hey, thank you, Sister Jiang," Yu Chunxiao's eyes curved as she obediently followed Du Jiang into the house. After sitting down, she sipped the ginger tea in her hand and talked about the latest gossip. "Sister Qian and Brother He are also planning to have a baby. They have been resisting for years, but now they may have compromised. Duan Yin and Gu Ruomei found temporary jobs at home, so they may have to go back."
"So, what are your plans?" Perhaps to avoid Principal Yu, Yu Chunxiao had never approached any of the teachers who had come and gone in the school over the years. He had been quietly guarding the pigsty and had lost all the ambition he had when he first came. Du Jiang felt distressed when he saw this.
"I..." Yu Chunxiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Sister Jiang, I recently went to town to sell herbal medicine, and I found that the management was a bit lax. I was thinking about doing something to save some money. As for the future, I'll just take it one step at a time."
"Selling things is possible, but it also comes with risks," Du Jiang thought for a moment and suggested, "Why not make some snacks or steamed buns or something? Some people who go to work in the morning don't have breakfast, so maybe there will be some opportunities. Even if there is nothing in the morning, what about lunch or dinner?"
"If we rule out the evening, then the only thing left is the morning," Yu Chunxiao pondered the items in his hand and made a decision. "Then I'll try steamed buns first. After all, they're a common item. If I set a lower price, maybe they can sell well."
"It's very possible. After all, there are quite a few dual-income families in town. Steaming buns, especially in winter when the dough rises slowly, is a business," Du Jiang nodded in agreement. "Is the pot in your room okay? If not, try some here. And don't just use two-grain flour buns, try some white flour buns too. I think they'll sell better. Then you can serve some homemade pickles to go with the rice."
"Okay, then I'll go back and prepare. Sister Jiang, I'll come back later." Yu Chunxiao was impatient and stood up and walked out in a hurry. Du Jiang, who was so fast, couldn't even reach out to stop him. She could only look at the room where no one had left and shook her head with a smile, "He's still the same temper, so impatient."
"Ah ah," Huo Xingle on the bed hummed, unwilling to be lonely, as if he was agreeing with Du Jiang's words and reminding the other party of his existence.
Du Jiang leaned over and tapped the little guy's nose, "You, just go ahead and make some noise."
Seeing that it was getting late, Du Jiang reached out and picked up Huo Xingle from the bed, tied him on his back and walked into the kitchen. The pieces of meat chopped by Huo Yang in the morning had been soaked with a lot of blood. Du Jiang quickly washed both sides and then put it into the pot with cold water. As it came up, foam mixed with blood floated up. Du Jiang took a spoon and skimmed all the foam along the edge of the pot.
Although there was only one person eating, Du Jiang didn't plan to make do. When the pot started bubbling again, she threw in the dried astragalus and seasonings to remove the fishy smell. There was no other way. Even though the baby was well taken care of during the confinement period, Du Jiang, who insisted on breastfeeding, still had to be a little considerate. She never stopped taking astragalus and red dates every day, not to mention the ginseng she grew herself. Thinking of the level of consumption, Du Jiang could only sigh that it was fortunate that her family was large and her business was big, otherwise they really couldn't afford to support her.
Du Jiang prefers stewed soup to spare ribs. Because of the feeding, less salt is added, and the taste is very light. The taste of astragalus is slightly stronger. After a few mouthfuls, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Du Jiang's head.
Huo Xingle on his back fell asleep at some point. Du Jiang put the little guy in the bed and covered him with a quilt before he went to clean up. He swept the house inside and out, washing what needed to be washed and sweeping what needed to be swept. Only after making sure there was no stain did Du Jiang clapped his hands and went back to the house to rest.
Huo Xingle was still sleeping soundly, snoring softly. Du Jiang came over to him and looked at him for a long time before lying down beside him.
It has to be said that the arrival of the little guy has caused Du Jiang a lot of trouble. At least now she can no longer go to the mountains to pick herbs as recklessly as before. Fortunately, she planted a lot of them in the yard. Although the quality and variety are not expensive, they are enough for Du Jiang to supplement the family income, not to mention that with the blessing of Huoyang Ranch, the two of them are now considered to be ten thousand yuan households.
Du Jiang's thoughts were racing, and he fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up again, he was woken up by Huo Xingle.
Although he was not fully awake yet, his hand had subconsciously reached under Huo Xingle's butt. The wet feeling instantly made Du Jiang's uneasiness disappear, "Sorry, sorry, it's my fault."
As he spoke, Du Jiang sat up from the bed, first took off Huo Xingle's pants, and then carried the child to a clean place. With Huo Xingle's departure, the magnificent map below could no longer be covered. Du Jiang suddenly felt overwhelmed, but he had no choice but to change the little guy's clothes first, and then began to wash and dry them.
When Du Jiang stood up again, holding his waist, the ropes in the yard were already full of bedding and lining cotton.
Du nodded at the little guy on his back with a doting yet helpless look, "You, you really are a waste."
Unfortunately, Huo Xingle didn't understand what Du Jiang said. He thought Du Jiang was teasing him, and immediately made a babbling sound. His saliva also flowed down the corner of his mouth to Du Jiang's neck. Feeling the wetness there, Du Jiang felt unwell. "No way, Huo Xingle, why are you drooling so much?"
Du Jiang, who was raising a child for the first time, felt that life was meaningless, with both sweetness and distress.
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