Chapter 289 Will it be okay?
After Erbao was looked after by Mr. Qian, his physical condition gradually stabilized, and he became very well-behaved and never made trouble.
Her mouth takes after her mother's. She won't drink rice soup, and if there's no honey in the milk powder, you have to add sugar, otherwise she won't drink it.
She didn't cry like Dabao, who didn't open his throat, kick his legs and howl loudly, but just hummed softly.
He has been using methods to soften people's hearts since he was a child.
Fu Jingyou dotes on his second child excessively. Every day after taking care of the adults, he would coax the little one.
There is always a supply of milk powder, malted milk, brown sugar and white sugar at home.
When he has time, he likes to go for a stroll in the mountains.
Every time he went there ten times, he would bring back the little honey that Lu Miao once cherished.
He is quick-witted and can come up with ideas.
He came back and found some wooden boards and nailed them into a small box. He sprinkled some brown sugar inside and smeared some honey on it, then placed it in a secluded place in the crevices of the rocks in the mountains.
When I went to check again after a while, I could really hear the buzzing sound of bees coming from inside.
A colony of bees has taken a rest and built a nest in there.
Afterwards, Fu Jingyou did the same thing and nailed a few more small boxes and distributed them.
When I checked later, I found that three of the five boxes contained bee colonies, which was a pleasant surprise.
When winter came before the New Year, several beehives harvested two full jars of multi-flower honey.
If it weren't for the fact that the bees need sufficient food to survive the winter, Fu Jingyou would have left some in reserve in the beehive, and he could have brought back an extra can.
Two cans of honey are enough for Erbao.
Not only is it enough for Erbao, but a few spoonfuls can also be added when stewing snow mites and white fungus for Lu Miao.
As time goes by, the weather gets colder.
The cold blue color on Lu Miao's skin has gradually faded. Although his face is still pale, his hands and feet are not as cold as before.
But even so, she still showed no intention of waking up.
Fu Jingyou seemed to have accepted everything and had become accustomed to it.
He understood Lu Miao's difficulties.
Knowing that it is not easy for her to persist until now.
He didn't ask her to wake up in a short time, he just asked her to be stable and not get worse.
Take your time...
In the future, there will be more and more medicines available...and hope will grow.
It will be fine.
"It's going to be okay, right?"
Fu Jingyou held Erbao in his arms and sat on the bed, kissing him.
"Is that so? Xia Xia."
Erbao looked at him and giggled, his dark eyes exactly the same as Lu Miao's.
It is watery and beautiful like black jade immersed in water.
Fu Jingyou was originally in a normal mood, but when he looked at those watery, tender, and smiling eyes, his nose felt sore and his heart became heavy again.
He placed Erbao next to Lu Miao and carried the deck chair to the backyard.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and he wanted Lu Miao to bask in the sun.
Fu Jingyou came back and took the quilt to the backyard to spread it out. Thinking that the New Year was coming soon, he said to Tang Mei:
"The New Year is coming soon. Isn't Aunt going back to visit? Dad is alone there too."
Tang Mei was busy cooking:
"What will happen if I leave? Can you handle it?"
"I can handle it."
"What can you do? What if Dabao cries?"
"I'll coax you."
"Is Erbao crying?"
"Same coaxing."
"What about crying together?"
“…”
Fu Jingyou was silent for a moment and said:
"Let's comfort Erbao first."
“…”
Tang Mei didn't say anything.
Fu Jingyou spread the quilt on the lounge chair, turned around and said:
"Dabao porcelain is solid."
It would have been better if he hadn't explained. Tang Mei slammed the kitchen knife down on the chopping board.
"You're just going to let him cry?"
Fu Jingyou thought to himself that Dabao was a boy and looked very strong.
The second baby is much worse than me in terms of congenital deficiencies, so it’s okay to cry a little.
Seeing that Tang Mei was showing a bad face, he knew what to do and didn't say anything.
Tang Mei said, "Let's do this for now. Your dad isn't in his seventies or eighties. How can he not take care of himself at such a grown-up age?"
Fu Jingyou hummed in a muffled voice, went to the front room, brought Lu Miao in, and carefully placed him on the deck chair.
He took a quilt and covered and tucked Lu Miao in, then went to the room and brought out an unused old-fashioned baby rocking cradle that he had borrowed from the village.
Put the eldest and second baby in and cover them up to shield their faces from the sun’s glare in their eyes.
Fu Jingyou brought a small stool and sat between the rocking bed and the chair.
Tang Mei said the pigeon soup was ready, so he stood up to serve it. He put a towel under Lu Miao's chin, blew it cool and fed it to Lu Miao in small sips.
After feeding him a bowl, there was still some left in the porcelain cup.
Erbao was always thinner than his older brother, so Fu Jingyou suggested feeding Erbao.
Tang Mei refused to let him feed her:
"Newborn babies have pure yang bodies, and pigeons are yang. If she drinks it, she'll get a sore throat... Just drink the rest, and eat the stewed meat and red dates."
Fu Jingyou shook his head: "You eat it, aunt."
Tang Mei also shook her head; "I've also been feeling irritated recently, you can eat it."
There is no such thing as getting angry or not getting angry.
This is equivalent to what our parents would say, "I don't like to eat."
"The newly hatched pigeons will be released soon, and there will be more and more pigeons at home."
Fu Jingyou said sullenly:
"A pigeon isn't worth much. Just give it to Miaomiao. You can kill it anytime you want to eat it. There's plenty. You don't have to save money all the time."
"Um."
…
With Tang Mei's help at home, Fu Jingyou gradually returned to normal, became active in the production team, and participated in collective work.
Time continues to move forward.
The end of the year is approaching, and it is time to divide the work and food rations, and to slaughter pigs and distribute the meat.
This year is the last year for collective pig slaughter, and from now on it will be individual raising.
Fu Jingyou was called to help in the threshing ground.
It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but something unexpected happened this year, and we had a quarrel at the He family when we came back.
The quarrel was so intense that even the large table on the He family's side was overturned.
The cause was still the oil incident last year.
This year, the He family saved all the rapeseed they planted in their private plots, but did not press the oil at the end of the year.
The He family pressed oil last year, which was enough for daily consumption, but they couldn't fry New Year's dumplings like last year.
The family had divided the meat, and Chen Guifen thought that instead of using the meat to make dumplings, she planned to make some bacon.
Bacon is delicious and can be stored for a long time, so you can enjoy it slowly next year.
Fu Jingyou divided the meat and came over to deliver the things.
Chen Guifen asked him if he wanted to make some for him.
When sister-in-law Zhao Lanxiang heard this, she couldn't help but think too much.
"Meat isn't oil. A pot of oil is enough for most of the year. But this kind of fat-filled meat can only be found twice a year."
Zhao Lanxiang stood in the yard, looking sarcastic:
"Mom, if you've had enough and don't want to eat anymore, your son and granddaughter haven't had enough yet!"
This means that Chen Guifen, the mother-in-law, is biased and all the oil and meat in the house are given to a person from another family.
Fu Jingyou is not stupid, so he can't fail to understand such a simple meaning.
He got his share of the meat, and even when making bacon, they used the meat he got.
Could it be possible that he could take over the He family and take her share?
Chen Guifen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang unexpectedly.
Fu Jingyou didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he said:
"Auntie, don't worry about it. I can do the same thing myself when I get home."
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