Youzhi is their own son, so Xiang Liguo and Wang Chunting were of course prepared.
Wang Chunting first took out a patchwork quilt of various colors, her eyes gentle, "Youzhi was born weak, so I went to ask for a patchwork quilt for him. I hope all his illnesses will be cured."
The quilt was made of scraps of cloth, pieced together bit by bit according to color and shape. Each scrap of cloth was only the size of a palm.
Everyone was moved after watching it.
As the name suggests, a quilt is made by going to one hundred families to get scraps of cloth, and then sewing them into a quilt bit by bit by hand according to size and shape.
It is said that if a child is prone to illness, covering himself with a quilt will allow him to live to the age of ninety-nine without any illness or disaster.
Everything was in short supply these days. Even scraps of cloth were used to dip starch into the soles of shoes. It was not an easy task to beg for scraps of cloth from door to door.
If you are rejected, you can only go to the next house. If you want to succeed, you have to beg at least a hundred houses.
The effort and time spent on it are both visible to the naked eye.
Wang Chunting really has a kind motherly heart.
She touched Xiang Youzhi's fair little face, put her face close to his, and said with a smile, "I don't ask for my son to be rich and powerful, I just want him to be safe."
The big guy felt soft in his heart as he watched the mother and child snuggling and smiling.
Xiang Liguo didn't understand the situation and took out a wooden spear from his trouser pocket and said in a loud voice: "Why is a boy so delicate? Come and see what I give you."
The wooden spear is made very delicately, carved vividly, and every detail is in place.
That’s the idea…
His father Xiang Hongqi couldn't help but glance at him and said, "I gave you a wooden sword, and you gave your grandson a wooden spear?"
Xiang Liguo scratched his head with an awkward smile, saying, "Dad, why are you arguing with me? I've spent a long time making this wooden spear. I guarantee there won't be any splinters!"
Although he was suspected of plagiarism, fortunately the first birthday gift was not too shabby, so everyone let him go.
The relatives and friends then showed the little one their gifts, which made Xiang Youzhi very happy.
I gave Mianmian a pen, hoping that the child will be as successful in studies as she was.
The gifts given by others also have good meanings.
Those present were Xiang Youzhi's closest blood relatives, so they would naturally pay attention to him.
These gifts will be kept by the biological parents, and will be given out when the children grow up and can use them.
Everyone had a sumptuous banquet and went home satisfied.
Wang Chunting has received enough care these days and no longer cares about how to divide her parents-in-law's property. She pushes the cart and takes her son home.
Xiang Youzhi was particularly interested in the windmill on the car. He stretched out his hand eagerly to touch the moving colorful blades on it, and then looked at the rattle on the other side, and was very happy.
As for Xiang Liguo and Ming Erni, they walked side by side with her, holding the gifts they had received.
When they returned to the steel plant's staff quarters, some close neighbors saw them holding something and asked how old the child was. They then gave the child some candy and cakes to sweeten his taste buds.
Late at night, Wang Chunting finished washing her son and held him in her arms, kissing and playing with him. Xiang Liguo came over and took out a familiar velvet box, which looked like a box for packaging gold and silver.
She looked up in surprise. Although she had a guess in her mind, she still asked doubtfully, "What is this?"
Xiang Liguo's eyes were gentle. "Haven't you always wanted a gold locket? I bought it from your niece and told Youzhi to hide it so no one would know."
"Why did you buy this? I just... just said it casually. Where did you get the money?"
Facing Wang Chunting's obvious panic, Xiang Liguo sat beside her, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "If you want it, buy it. I borrowed it from my mother. She gave me half, and I'll work two more hours at the factory and pay the rest back slowly."
Wang Chunting picked up the small velvet box, her eyes moist and her lips trembling. "You, how long will this take? What if you get tired? This is not going to work."
She fulfilled her previous idea and asked her mother-in-law to pay for a gold lock for her son, but now she feels extremely guilty.
Could it be that she was possessed by a demon at the time? Was she determined to plot against her own family?
Xiang Liguo looked at his son, who was laughing in his arms. He had already grown six teeth. "That's enough. It's only two hours. What matters most is that my son is happy."
What does Xiang Youzhi know? How could he be happy for Jinsuo? This is clearly for her happiness!
Wang Chunting raised her tearful eyes and touched her husband's hand: "I... I don't know what happened a while ago. I was obsessed with this thing. It's my fault, I..."
She choked up as she spoke, tears falling unconsciously.
Xiang Liguo wiped her tears with his free hand: "Why are you crying on such a good day? You went through hell to give birth to my child, so my efforts are nothing."
The fact that steel mills work in shifts means they are too busy and accept overtime from their employees. Workers always have money short of theirs, so overtime is normal.
But Wang Chunting felt worried about her husband just thinking about how tiring the work was.
She tried hard to recall in her mind: "The coal factory's shifts are set and I can't work overtime. I'm going to go knit sweaters and make clothes with Mom, so I can get more money and return it to her as soon as possible!"
How can we let Xiang Liguo do heavy physical work alone? She is not missing any hands or feet. She is also a woman who can support the family. She is half the sky!
Xiang Liguo smiled with satisfaction. His fair and peaceful daughter-in-law was back.
He held his wife and children in his arms. His daughter was already sleeping sweetly beside him. He felt that life was perfect.
The couple whispered to each other sweetly, and they were even more inseparable than when they were first married.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
