Feng Yijia chatted with Feng Chunhua for a while and got some news that had not yet been announced in the village.
The vacant position of village women's director was taken over by Meng Jiemin's daughter-in-law Wu Pandidi.
The selling point is supervised by the village chief's wife Jiang Weihong.
What was originally the responsibility of one person was now shared equally by two people, and neither family suffered any loss.
The cadres were appointing people based on personal connections, and Feng Yijiajia was used to it. He just chuckled twice, which was all he could do in response to hearing this.
Anyway, from ancient times to the present, from the mountains to outside the mountains, it is the same everywhere.
After talking with Chen Wenman for a while, Meng Sheng gained something.
Chen Wenman's unit was transferred from the border to the vicinity of Beijing at the end of last year.
From now on, they won’t be in the dark when buying a house in Beijing.
Meng Sheng, who has already bought several houses in the county town and is waiting for them to appreciate in value, would not have any idea about buying houses in the capital, which has the greatest potential for appreciation in the future.
So he became more enthusiastic. After learning that there would be a military vehicle outside to pick people up early the next morning, he went back and drove the tricycle over, and also brought a barrel of oil for Chen Wenman to use as he pleased.
This is to avoid moving too much stuff and the car cannot fit it all in one trip.
When we leave tomorrow, he can just follow us and drive the car back.
Seeing his sincerity, Chen Wenman thought about it and decided not to refuse.
The tricycle has a large load capacity and a high speed, so you can take out more of the things you originally didn’t want.
It will cost less to resettle your home later.
Next, Meng Sheng helped load the car for a while. After watching Chen Wenman drive away skillfully, he said goodbye and went back with his wife.
The next morning, Feng Yijia was awakened by the sound of Chen Liang's wife next door calling her children to go to school. The seat next to him was already cold.
After getting up and washing up, Meng Shengdu came back on his tricycle after sending someone off.
I also bought a bunch of food for breakfast.
Feng Yijia sat on a small stool in the yard, feeling the warmth of the sun on her body, drinking warm millet porridge, looking at the plum blossoms blooming in the distant mountains, and then looking at the man who occasionally picked up some pickles for her. There was relaxation and comfort in her eyes.
The breeze is not dry, and the spring is just right.
Everything is in its best form.
But happiness is always short-lived. After finishing a bun stuffed with leeks and eggs, Feng Yijia moved on to the next mushroom pancake. However, he frowned as soon as he brought it to his mouth.
The meat pie that used to be so fragrant and tempting, now smelled like the meat of a rat that had been dead for days, making her feel uncomfortable in her stomach.
Meanwhile, Meng Sheng on the opposite side was biting into the meat pie, enjoying the delicious food, and didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
She took a bite hesitantly and chewed it, but suddenly she couldn't bear it anymore and ran away and spit it out.
This vomiting was like turning on a switch. Not only did the millet porridge that he had just eaten gushed out like a fountain, but the twice-cooked pork that he had eaten so deliciously last night was not spared either.
"What's wrong? Why did you vomit?"
Meng Sheng asked, threw down the pancake in his hand, quickly got up and ran over to check. He saw that the man was vomiting with tears in his eyes, his little face was pale, and his brows were almost knotted with anxiety.
After running around handing out water and patting people on the back for quite a while, Feng Yijia finally stopped vomiting, slumped back on the stool, and answered him, "Which shop's pancakes did you buy?
It has a stinking smell that makes it so unbearable to eat!"
"It's the one I usually buy from. I watched the lady boss make it!"
Meng Sheng now has a car. As he told Meng Chao, he drives to the county or the countryside to buy food from time to time.
Because the village is closer, he goes there more often and has visited the delicious stalls and shops several times.
After saying that, Meng Sheng suspiciously took the biscuit that Feng Yijia had bitten into, smelled it, took another bite, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it.
The dough is chewy, the meat is rich in aroma, and the taste and texture are perfect.
There's nothing wrong with the meat pie, it's the people who have the problem.
The two of them are existences that are difficult to explain and understand. Who knows what God is thinking? Will he do something weird and call them back?
Meng Sheng looked at his wife who turned pale, haggard and wilted in an instant. His heart was in his throat and a flash of panic and fear flashed across his eyes, but then it was suppressed again.
Don't panic, don't lose your composure. Maybe you're just thinking too much.
Meng Sheng thought so in his heart, and tried his best to force a comforting smile on his face. He walked up to Feng Yijia, not caring about the smell on her body from vomiting, and leaned over to check her temperature with his forehead against hers.
Feeling that he didn't have a fever, he relaxed a little, picked him up again and walked towards the car he had just driven back.
With steady steps, he said softly, "Wife, let's go to the hospital.
See if you have caught a cold or have stomach discomfort."
Ignoring his pursed pale lips, he remained relatively calm.
Feng Yijia snuggled up to the man's chest, the churning feeling in her stomach gradually subsided, and her spirits slowly improved.
She had never eaten pork but had seen many pigs running, so her thoughts were not as scary as Meng Sheng's, and she subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands.
An incredible thought came to my mind.
Although they paid attention to contraception, no one can guarantee it 100%.
But I can’t say anything that I’m not sure about. If it really is a gastrointestinal problem, it would be a joke.
The two of them went to the village clinic with their own thoughts.
The simple and dusty ward, and the medical staff chatting, picking vegetables and basking in the sun under the eaves, made Meng Sheng, who had not yet gotten out of the car, very distrustful. He turned his head to look at Feng Yijiajia, and seeing that her complexion had improved a lot, he simply turned the steering wheel and drove back to the city.
Of course, the conditions in the county hospital today are not much better.
But at least the doctors and nurses looked presentable.
Meng Sheng parked the car in front of the hospital, frowned and helped Feng Yijiajia get out of the car, then went in to find an older and more reliable Chinese medicine doctor to see the patient.
The old Chinese doctor asked about the situation, then felt the pulse with one hand and the beard on the chin with the other. In less than half a minute, he came to a conclusion with a smile.
"Nothing serious, pregnancy pulse, two months already!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yijia, who had been preparing himself mentally along the way, did not react much.
Although they were not prepared to have a child so soon, the birth of the child was the destiny of the mother and daughter.
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the doctor said, and asked haltingly: "Doctor...Doctor, Xi, Xi's pulse, are you pregnant?
Isn’t she sick?”
The old Chinese doctor had seen many young men and women without common sense, so he continued to stroke his beard and replied in a good-tempered manner: "Yes, you have a child, and she vomited not because she was sick."
Meng Sheng understood and was very happy. It was not God's fault. He and Feng Yijia still had a long life ahead of them.
But after three minutes of happiness, I started to feel annoyed.
He and his wife have always taken contraceptive measures, so how did she get pregnant?
I haven’t eaten enough meat yet!
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