She used to be very annoyed by children, who kept crying and making noise, and sometimes there were just too many of them.
After this, I don’t know if it’s because children from poor families have to grow up early, but I actually feel that everything is okay.
Even the children stopped crying now.
This made Zhou Yian a little bit interested in having a baby, but only a little bit.
She and Song Songbai are living a good life now. The fear and pain of childbirth make her a little daunted, but there is no rush. Her body is still young, and she needs to have good eugenics and it will be better to have the child later.
While the child was awake, Zhou Yian teased him for a while. The child was almost one year old, seven or eight months old.
Standing on her shoulder, he looked at the surroundings as if inspecting, and babbled.
Zhou Yian also babbled along with her to tease her.
It's quite fun to just play like this.
"It's time to eat, Xiao Zhou." Wu Mei called her after cooking, and saw that she was having fun playing with the children.
Zhou Yian was busy stuffing things into the baby's hands, and then pulling them over with considerable strength.
"What's this kid's name?" Zhou Yian asked, holding the baby to Wu Mei.
"Call me Juanzi." Wu Mei took it.
"Very good, very good." Zhou Yian echoed with a few words, a little rustic.
Had dinner.
Zhou Yian took out the meat that he had hidden in his backpack and exchanged it for some coal from Wu Mei.
Wu Mei refused to accept it, but Zhou Yian still changed it. It was a give-and-take relationship. Although Wu Mei was grateful now, no one knew whether this grateful attitude would change in the future.
In order to facilitate future exchanges and not appear to be climbing up, Zhou Yian insisted on changing it.
It's unnecessary to make yourself look so low class for such a small amount of meat.
Wu Mei couldn't persuade her, so she had to pack up all the extra coal at home.
Zhou Yian didn't expect there were so many, but the backpack was empty and it was not convenient to take them directly from the space.
Wu Mei filled a sack for her, and this time Zhou Yian couldn't resist her.
Wu Mei helped carry it away.
Zhou Yian hung it on the beam, which only affected his riding a little, but it was not a big problem.
There is still some time before work in the afternoon, so I will go to Uncle Zhang's house to say hello.
I knocked on Uncle Zhang's door, but the person who came to open the door was not Uncle Zhang.
It was a man in military uniform.
PS: Small Theater
After Xiao Song became jealous, Qianqian's expression darkened.
"Why are you crying? Isn't this what you want? Open up. If you keep hiding, there will be more than this."
"Hiss, slow down, no one is competing with you for it, it's all yours."
"An An."
"Be good."
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