Chapter 341 Wang Jiao is pregnant 1

His nickname is Xibao and his real name is Lu Tianmao.

It was not until the full month of his life that Lu's father decided on a name for his grandson, directly depriving his son of the right to name him.

Lu Tianjun and Lu Tianzhi are both named after the Tian generation, and the words Jun, Zhi, Xiu, Hui and Mao all mean intelligence and beauty.

Originally, Lu's father wanted to name his grandson Lu Tianxiu, but later he thought that the word "Mao" was more suitable, as it means flourishing vegetation, and also means a scholar, meaning both talented and virtuous. However, the word "Xiu" was too plain, so he changed it to "Mao".

"When he was a child, you could call him Xibao or Maomao." Feng Qingxue likes this name very much.

Song Gang shook his head fiercely, "Xibao is good, Xibao sounds better, not Maomao."

Xibao, who was not wrapped in swaddling clothes because of the hot weather, waved her arms and kicked her legs, as if agreeing with her little brother's words.

Feng Qingxue specially made a red cotton bellyband for her son. When he wore it, it protected his stomach from the wind. It made his skin look snow-white and his arms and legs look like lotus roots, making him look like the little golden boy in the New Year pictures.

"Gangzi, watch over your brother and make sure he doesn't fall off the bed. I'll go cook dinner and wait for everyone to come back and eat after they're done with their work tonight."

The baby, who was only a few days old, couldn't even turn over. He usually just ate and slept, so it was impossible for him to fall off the bed by himself. However, Feng Qingxue was still worried and repeatedly reminded Song Gang.

"Aunt, please go and do your work. I'll take care of my brother." Song Gang is a very introverted person, and strangely enough, he started to talk a lot because of his little brother.

All the children in the family, big and small, like Xibao very much. But during the busy farming season, Aunt Xu and Wang Fengqiao come to cook during the day and leave after cooking. They come back at night to wash diapers and clothes. So besides Feng Qingxue, the person who spends the most time with Xibao is Song Gang. Every day he lies in front of Xibao and chatters a lot. Sometimes he speaks unclearly and doesn't even know what he is saying.

It is really much easier for a mother to have older children taking care of the younger ones at home. She doesn't want to cook while holding her son in her arms. Not to mention the stuffy kitchen, the smoke is also very choking.

The weather was hot and it was dinner time. Feng Qingxue didn't want to eat meat, but everyone in the family was working, and she would have no energy without oil and water.

So she took out a piece of bacon and fried a large pot of loofah and pork slices.

The front and back of the house and the cowshed are covered with loofah vines. Because they are close to the dung pile, they grow vigorously. The vines are full of yellow flowers and produce loofahs one after another. Now we use loofahs to cook every day.

The staple food is still steamed corn bread made from wild vegetables and grains.

Thinking that there were many people in the family and worried that the eggs would go bad if left for too long, Feng Qingxue made a loofah and egg drop soup.

"Next time, just make loofah soup and save the eggs for yourself." Father Lu couldn't help but say.

After hearing this, the others nodded. Even Feng Qingyun, the youngest one, did not feel greedy at all.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "It's so hot today. If we keep it here any longer, it will go bad. Besides, we have raised chickens for a few months and they will soon be able to lay eggs. We will have eggs to eat tomorrow."

Father Lu said, "You are breastfeeding your child, so you can eat more. We don't mind."

Feng Qingxue responded with a smile and drank a large bowl of loofah soup.

Luffa promotes lactation, and coupled with the rich nutrition she had during her pregnancy and confinement period, her milk supply was already very abundant, so Xibao still had some milk left after eating her fill.

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The swelling was so severe that Feng Qingxue took out the breast pump prepared in the space to suck the milk out, and then stored the sucked milk in the space for use when there was no milk.

She took care of the child herself at night, dressing him in breathable diapers and a one-piece sleeping bag made of double-layer gauze.

(End of this chapter)