Last night, including the newborn little sister, none of the six people in the family got a good night's sleep, except for the young and heartless Xiaohua.
Qiu Zhen had already decided not to have the child. The child hadn't had a single sip of milk and was crying with hunger. But even if she wanted to feed the child, she simply had no milk. She was so skinny, how could she possibly have any milk?
"What are you doing? She's your own child, not one you picked up on the street. Just give her a sip of milk."
Liang Genfa picked up the child and frowned with heartache. The pale face of the housewife came into view. His palms and backs of his hands were all flesh, and he felt really bad.
"It's my fault. I always owe the team work points, so I can't let you have a good meal. I'll go out and find some meat for you tomorrow. If you give her a bite now, maybe she'll get some milk. We can also feed her some rice soup, and I'm sure we can raise the baby."
Qiu Zhen lay on her side, her back to him, and said desperately yet calmly, "This child has a bad fate. If he were a boy, he could have been given away, but he chose a fatal fate."
Liang Genfa was shocked. He didn't expect that the mistress of the house would have such an idea in her mind, and he immediately became anxious.
"What do you mean, Cena? Are you going to kill her?"
When Qiu Zhen heard him cursing, she immediately sat up and became very emotional, completely ignoring her own body.
"Go on, keep scolding me. I can't even support four children at home, and you want to raise another one? Do you have what it takes?"
Liang Genfa had thought of this long ago and had saved a small bowl of rice soup the night before, simmering it in the pot. It was almost dawn outside, and he didn't want to disturb anyone with the child's cry. He didn't want to argue with the landlady, so he kindly persuaded her to lie down. He then fetched the rice soup and, using a small spoon, slowly fed it to his little daughter.
The little furry boy cannot open his eyes yet, but he is born with the ability to eat. He licks the food with his little tongue, sucks hard with his thin upper lip, and his mouth immediately makes a sizzling sound.
After drinking a little bit of rice soup, the little boy fell asleep contentedly.
"Just lie down and rest. I'll find a way to nourish you tomorrow. Don't even think about harming your children. Raising four is the same as raising five." He pulled the quilt over Qiu Zhen and tucked it in, then said, "You're kind-hearted. If you really did harm your own children, how could you ever sleep well in your life? Don't even think about it!"
Qiu Zhen felt so touched in the heart by him, as if the bitter gall in her mouth had finally burst, her stomach was filled with bitterness, and her mouth and heart were extremely bitter.
The next morning, the whole family discussed how to nourish Mom's body.
"Qiuhua, you stay at home today to take care of mom and sister. I'll go see if I can bring back some meat bones." Liang Genfa said casually, but he was actually worried. He had no money to buy bones, so he had to borrow from the team.
Qiuhua, however, looked at her father with anticipation. She knew how much her mother needed to eat some meat, and she believed her father would find a way. She had already asked Zhou Hehua to help him ask for leave from the teacher, so she could take good care of her mother.
"Dad, I want to go to the river and catch a few small catfish to see if I can make some soup with them." Liang Erhua was much more serious today and was thinking of a way. It was okay to do it at other times, but he had to be sober at times like this.
Liang Genfa nodded in agreement.
"Dahua, you should go to the team first. It's not good for the whole family to be away."
In fact, on weekdays, only my father and Dahua go to the team, and Erhua is never seen.
"Okay, the captain said yesterday that we'll have dinner today. There's cabbage and pork slices, but I won't eat any of that. I'll bring some back for Mom."
Liang Genfa did not refuse his eldest son. He had always been honest and sensible. He also felt sorry for him and wanted him to save even a little cabbage and meat slices from his mouth. He really couldn't bear it, but he had no choice.
Dad and his two brothers were out, leaving Qiuhua and Xiaohua at home. Inside, the little girl started crying again, and she picked her up to soothe her, but it didn't help.
"Mom, what's wrong with my sister? She keeps crying. Is she hungry again?" Liang Qiuhua thought that her father had fed her some rice soup before going out, so how long had it been since she was hungry again?
Mom didn't answer her, so Qiuhua asked again.
"Take him out, the noise is giving me a headache!"
The mother said impatiently and turned around. Qiuhua looked at her mother as if she was seeing a stranger. How could this be the gentle and kind mother?
She carried the little sister into her room, opened the swaddling clothes and saw a faint smell of urine. The swaddling clothes were soaked through, and of course the little butt must be uncomfortable being soaked in the wet cloth.
"Xiaohua, go get a diaper."
Xiaohua obediently went to his mother's room to get a diaper. He lay down beside the bed and watched the older sister change the younger sister's diaper. He found it novel and fun. At only four years old, did he even know that this was his new sister? He kept calling "sister, sister", not sure if he was referring to Qiuhua or the little furry child in her arms.
Qiuhua changed the diaper, put the little sister into her own bed, and took the quilt with a large wet spot outside the stove to dry.
It was almost noon and rice soup was still cooking in the pot. Xiaohua took two sweet potatoes from the corner. Qiuhua knew that he was hungry, so she took the sweet potatoes and threw them under the stove, then dug out the ashes inside to bury them completely.
Xiao Huamao is with Qiuhua. The person he likes most in the family is his mother, then his sister, then his eldest brother, then his father, and finally his second brother.
The whole family dislikes the second elder brother, so he doesn't like him either. So even though the child is young, he is very good at reading people's expressions.
The rice soup was cooked and bursts of fragrance came from under the stove. Qiuhua used tongs to dig out two black roasted sweet potatoes from the ashes, and then scooped out the rice soup.
Xiaohua squatted obediently beside the sweet potatoes and stared at them closely.
When the temperature dropped a little, Qiuhua used her hands to peel off the dark sweet potato skin and gently pushed it out. A crack appeared in the middle of the sweet potato, and the yellow flesh showed through, and the fragrance became even stronger!
Xiaohua couldn't wait to reach out to take it, but was scalded.
Qiuhua took his hand and blew gently, two or three times, then asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Xiaohua nodded, his eyes still fixed on the sweet potatoes on the ground.
After peeling the taro, Qiuhua broke it in half, gave half to Xiaohua, and kept the other half for herself. Of course, the remaining whole taro was for Muma.
After eating rice soup and sweet potatoes, Qiu Zhen felt a heat in her chest, and a sore and swollen feeling spread from under her armpits to her chest.
I don’t know if it was Qiuhua’s care that woke her up, but she got up from the bed and carried the little sister back into the house. She had never even seen the child since she was born.
Little Maomao seemed to feel that her mother was looking at her. Her eyelids trembled slightly and her little mouth pouted as if she was about to cry. Her mother had ignored her from yesterday until now. She felt so wronged!
Sure enough, within a few seconds, she opened her mouth and burst into tears.
Qiu Zhen sighed, leaned on the bed and lifted up her clothes.
The little furry boy finally took his first sip of milk and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
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