Chapter 237 Singing: One dares to teach, the whole family dares to learn...
Qin Xiangxiang comfortably began her postpartum confinement. Compared to other new mothers, she had a unique advantage: she slept exceptionally well and remained soundly asleep at night.
No matter how much the child cried at night, she was too tired to get up and slept until dawn.
From the time she gave birth to Xiaopang, she breastfed the baby during the day during her postpartum period, and had others help feed the baby twice at night. The baby was fed about every four hours, with breast milk during the day and formula at night.
In the 1960s and 70s, milk powder was a rare commodity. Some families were well-off and could afford it, while others had insufficient breast milk and had to feed their children rice cereal or borrow milk from others.
Li Jianzhi also agreed with this mixed feeding method, either feeding breast milk and formula together, or simply feeding only formula. Otherwise, exclusive breastfeeding is too cruel to the new mother. She is already weak after giving birth, and the baby needs to be fed every three or four hours. Making the mother feed the baby all the time would not allow her to get a full night's sleep. Even the donkeys in the production team are not this cruel!
Ask a doctor, and they'll almost certainly say that exclusive breastfeeding is best. This is like being scratched by your own cat and asking the doctor if you need a rabies vaccine. The doctor's answer will almost certainly be, "You absolutely must get a rabies vaccine." Because the doctor doesn't know if you're lying, getting a vaccine is always safer than not getting one, and it can help avoid doctor-patient disputes.
Similarly, if the doctor doesn't know what formula you're using or how you're feeding, they'll naturally say that exclusive breastfeeding is best. Breastfeeding is undoubtedly the best and simplest method for the child.
But there's no need to sacrifice yourself too much. You should rest when you need to. If you really can't feed your child, that's just that. It doesn't mean you don't love your child, and there's no need to blame yourself.
Children who grow up solely on formula milk live perfectly well, and those who grow up on rice cereal also live resilient and long lives.
Mixing breast milk and formula feeding is similar to mixing canned cat food and kibble feeding. For cats with sensitive stomachs, canned food and kibble should not be mixed together and fed at the same time. Feed one type at a time, and wait until the previous food has been digested and emptied before feeding the other type. This will reduce the likelihood of gastrointestinal problems. Also, kittens don't know when they are full and are prone to overeating, so don't feed them too much. It's better to feed them less than more.
With his older brother, Li Xiaopang, setting a bad example—he's like a garbage can, eating everything.
My younger sisters have good digestive systems and are relatively easy to care for.
"Third sister Li Qinghe, youngest sister Li Qinglan, Xiaohe and Lanlan."
Qin Xiangxiang and Li Jianzhi had already decided on the names: the eldest sister Li Qingfeng, the second sister Li Qingsui, the third sister Li Qinghe, and the youngest sister Li Qinglan. The names included mountains and rivers, full ears of grain, and the imagery of a bountiful harvest in the countryside, making them easy to pronounce.
The third child, Li Qinghe, is an angel baby. She eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, never cries or fusses, and is carefree. Her twin sister, on the other hand, is much more fussy and cries a lot.
Unlike other twins, the younger sister next to her was crying and making a fuss, while the older sister, Li Qinghe, with a chubby little face just like her father, Li Jianzhi, calmly watched her sister cry without even bothering to say a word.
Li Jianzhi: "The third brother looks like you, but he also seems a lot like me."
Qin Xiangxiang: "...The expression is similar!"
The younger sister, Li Qinglan, who is obviously lively and energetic, looks like Li Jianzhi. As for her personality... her father, Li Jianzhi, commented: "You can tell she's a bull from infancy."
She's not shy and smiles whenever anyone holds her. She stays awake longer than her older sister every day, and is full of curiosity about everything. She moves her hands and feet constantly and keeps talking, chattering away and enjoying herself.
The family has three daughters. The eldest daughter looks and has a personality just like her mother; the second daughter, Qinghe, looks like her mother but has the same expression as her father; and the youngest daughter is a social tyrant who looks exactly like Li Jianzhi.
"The dragon has nine sons, each different from the other, and so do our daughters."
Qin Xiangxiang completed her postpartum confinement period and returned to work at the textile factory. Her mother-in-law, Wu Xueyan, helped take care of the baby and also attended classes in the factory's pig-raising classroom. She studied very diligently, and Professor Shen praised her several times.
Wu Xueyan humbly replied, "One is never too old to learn!"
“My son always encourages me to study more at home, saying that I'm still young and might have a bright future…”
A bystander praised, "Director Qin and her husband have such good ideas!"
Professor Shen was filled with emotion upon seeing this. Many educated youth had returned to the city, and professors like him who had been sent down to the countryside might also have the opportunity to return to the school, either this year or next. He might have to say goodbye to Feiyan Textile Factory.
An old friend secretly passed on a message to Professor Shen, telling him to wait patiently for his return to school. Professor Shen responded with a few perfunctory words, but he was not necessarily happy about it.
My old friend said, "You've been stuck on that island for years, I'm sorry you had to suffer!"
"To be honest, I'm worried that I won't be able to adapt to the school conditions when I go back..."
My old friend said, "It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. You've already survived the latter, so why are you afraid of not being able to accept the former? Your good days are coming when you go back to school, Lao Shen."
Professor Shen sighed meaningfully: "I'm afraid the conditions at the school will be too harsh when I return."
Old friend: "???"
Professor Shen sighed, "It's so hard to go from extravagance to frugality!"
The food at the Feiyan Textile Factory canteen was secondary; the most important thing was the classrooms decorated with spruce wood, which had a pleasant sound quality and made the sound melodious. Even Professor Shen himself was captivated by his own voice during class.
If I were to go back to university—we don't have the means yet!
Professor Shen: "I never thought that after being sent to the countryside for several years, I would actually get used to living a good life. Alas."
Professor Shen was not the only one who couldn't forget the pig farm; even Zhao Na from the art troupe couldn't forget it. She even helped promote the Feiyan Textile Factory, which attracted a heavyweight figure.
The famous singer Chen Muyun visited Feiyan Textile Factory and made a special trip to the factory's arts rehearsal hall, which excited everyone in the factory.
Chen Muyun was also a household name as a singer. Almost everyone in the country had heard her singing on the radio or loudspeakers. When Chen Muyun came, the whole factory was in an uproar.
"A singer came to sing at our factory?"
Qin Xiangxiang met Chen Muyun. After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Muyun said, "I would like to practice singing in your factory's rehearsal hall to prepare for the National Day cultural performance."
Qin Xiangxiang agreed: "Use it as you like, our factory is in for a treat now! We can even hear your singing in person."
Chen Muyun is a renowned soprano. When Qin Xiangxiang heard her sing a few songs in the rehearsal hall, she felt goosebumps rise all over her body, her body trembled, and her soul shook with the music.
Qin Xiangxiang can play the piano. Her singing is neither good nor bad; at least it's in tune. She hasn't specifically learned any techniques.
Chen Muyun gave her a few pointers, and Qin Xiangxiang sang according to his instructions. Sure enough, she found that her singing skills had greatly improved.
Back home, Qin Xiangxiang boasted to her family, "Li Jianzhi, the singing style in your army is terrible, they just shout it all! Little Fatty, come and learn singing techniques from Mom."
The chubby boy's voice boomed: "This power is iron! This power is steel! Harder than iron, stronger than steel!"
Li Jianzhi clapped: "Excellent!"
"Unity is Strength" is a typical mealtime song (X). Singing before meals is a tradition in the military. Before meals, you can hear singing one after another, one class after another.
Before going to bed at night, roll call is taken, and we also gather to sing a song. "Unity is Strength" is often sung before meals, and the kids in the residential compound love it!
Qin Xiangxiang said, "You can't sing with brute force! Your dad has been a naval veteran for over ten years, and his singing method has gone astray. You're still young, so you need to correct your mistakes and learn. Mom will teach you the correct way to produce sound."
"Let's learn this sighing breathing technique!" Qin Xiangxiang took a deep breath: "Imagine you smell a pot of freshly stewed braised pork—"
Li Xiaopang: "Wow—singing while smelling braised pork!"
Qin Xiangxiang changed the subject: "You opened the pot and found it was burnt! Sigh..."
Li Xiaopang shouted, "That definitely wasn't me! My dad must have burned the stew!"
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
Li Jianzhi: "The thief cries 'Stop thief!' Your father doesn't know how to make braised pork. I either steam or boil my dishes!"
Qin Xiangxiang: "You seem quite smug?"
Li Jianzhi: "Steaming also requires skill. My steamed oysters are tender."
Qin Xiangxiang: "I'll give you one point."
"No, the focus now is on Little Fatty learning to sing. Like this, the braised pork is burnt, sigh..." Qin Xiangxiang sighed deeply.
Little Fatty sighed, "Sigh..."
Sui Sui sighed, "Sigh..."
Qin Xiangxiang: "Sink your Qi to your Dantian."
Li Jianzhi laughed beside her, and Qin Xiangxiang tapped him on the head with her chopsticks, saying, "You should learn from him too."
Li Jianzhi also sighed: "Sigh..."
"Let's all yawn together to warm up our voices." As she spoke, Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but let out a huge yawn, her eyes watering, and she really wanted to sleep.
Little Fatty and Sui Sui yawned along with each other, they were both sleepy. The two twin sisters next to them also seemed to sense their older siblings' sleepiness and became sleepy as well.
Li Jianzhi murmured, "This is also someone who dares to teach, and whose whole family dares to learn..."
After sighing and yawning a few times, they all lay down on the bed. What's the point of singing?
"Now I understand why our kids are so easy to raise. Honey, you're just like Jigglypuff from Pokémon."
Li Jianzhi: "Even I feel sleepy."
Sighing and yawning are contagious.
Qin Xiangxiang yawned again: "What nonsense are you talking about? But I'll take it as a reward from you!"
Spreading sleepiness is her duty as a lazy bum.
Qin Xiangxiang realized at this moment that she was not cut out to teach singing, and teaching children to sing was an even more troublesome and headache-inducing task. She decided to leave this kind of thing to someone else.
So she took the child to the factory so that the child could interact with Chen Muyun and experience some vocal "influence".
From now on, I won't say how good my singing is, but at least it won't be bad.
"Director Qin, how about letting a few kids learn to sing with me? Sure, I'll teach them a bit."
Li Xiaopang: "Teacher, let's start smelling the braised pork!"
Chen Muyun: "?!"
...
Qin Xiangxiang listened from the side and felt sorry for the other person. She turned around in dismay, only to find a round-faced little girl quietly running away from behind the wall.
She didn't take it seriously, knowing it was the child of a factory worker.
When Qin Xiangxiang was leaving, she suddenly heard someone humming a song in the corner, and she spotted the unremarkable round-faced little girl again.
The little girl had an ordinary appearance, but she sang beautifully, possessing a rare and pure high-pitched voice.
Qin Xiang listened intently for a while, and when the little girl looked up and noticed her, her face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and she turned and ran away.
"Hey—wait a minute!"
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