Zhu Cuilan came back in the evening and knew that Yang Donghu had been feeling unwell for the past two days, so she made a lot of delicious food for him to nourish his body.
She was very good at judging people. The first time she met Xiangping, she could tell that she was an honest girl. As long as she was a good person, everything else was secondary. Zhu Cuilan was kind to everyone, including Xiangping. She told her that if she was busy later, she would prepare the meal and let Xiangping eat directly.
The wet nurse’s diet is light and no salt is allowed in the food. If the food is too salty, it will cause the milk to be retained, which is not good for the baby.
Anyway, the old lady at home eats light food, so this is just a convenient thing to do.
Xiangping stayed for two days and her family members all had good opinions about her. She was honest and hardworking, and never complained about anything she was asked to do. She did not rest even when she was free, but helped Zhu Cuilan with housework and cleaning.
The weather has been good these days, with strong sunshine. The peach petals have dried out after two days of sun exposure. The sachets Yang Donghu sewed are much more beautiful than before, and the flowers and plants on them have begun to take shape.
The dried petals had a unique fragrance. Yang Donghu put them close to his nose and sniffed them carefully for a while, and felt that even his body was permeated with the scent of peach blossoms.
There were still many flowers on the branches of the peach tree, and Yang Donghu was still thinking about whether he should collect the petals and make honey with them and store it in a jar.
In fact, Yang Donghu felt that something was different from usual when he was having dinner just now, but he heard that other people only showed signs of fertility when they gave birth when they had severe abdominal pain, so he didn't take it seriously.
Just as he was looking up at the peach blossoms, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his lower body. He looked down and saw a pool of water under his pants.
Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain. He couldn't help but scream in pain, and his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Zhao Luochuan was not far away. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he ran over, caught Yang Donghu's shaky body, moved him into the house and laid him flat on the bed. He could probably see that Yang Donghu was about to give birth, and he shouted Zhu Cuilan in a hurry.
When Zhu Cuilan heard the wrong sound in the next yard, she was startled. She came over and saw that Yang Donghu was in so much pain that sweat was all over his head.
"Don't just stand there. Go and get the midwife. Go quickly," Zhu Cuilan pushed Zhao Luochuan out anxiously and put a pillow under Yang Donghu's butt.
After doing all this, Zhu Cuilan asked Zhao Fangchu to call a few familiar aunts and act quickly because she couldn't handle it all by herself.
Although the incident happened suddenly, fortunately they were mentally prepared. Zhu Cuilan suddenly remembered that the hot water was not boiled. Yang Anjin could not help here. He felt uncomfortable watching Yang Donghu suffer. Seeing Zhu Cuilan anxious, he quickly said that he would boil it himself.
They had just finished their meal and there was still some fire under the pot, which burned quickly. Zhao Luochuan ran very fast with his long legs, without any delay. He walked so fast that the midwife could not catch up with him, and she fell behind a lot after taking two steps. Zhao Luochuan could not wait any longer, so he carried her on his back and ran all the way, more than half as fast as usual.
When the midwife arrived home, the house was already crowded with women. The delivery room was bloody and Zhao Luochuan could not enter. He could only wait anxiously at the door. The doors and windows were closed tightly, and he could not see what was going on inside.
All he could hear were screams coming from the room, and he could also hear the midwife telling Yang Donghu not to scream so that she could save her energy for giving birth.
Zhao Luochuan hadn't known what it felt like to cry uncontrollably for a long time. Such a tall figure was squeezed at the door, and his face was covered with tears as he listened to the noise in the house.
Zhao Fangyu wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to start. He silently patted his back and stood beside him without saying a word.
Zhao Fangchu was terrified when he heard about Yun Qiao giving birth. Now that it was his own turn, he was even more panicked. Even though Zhao Luochuan had already shed tears, Zhao Fangchu was the same. He was afraid that the more he cried, the more scared his family would be. He bit his lips and sobbed softly, refusing to move away from under the window.
It is difficult for girls to give birth, and even more difficult for boys. Yang Donghu had a hard time walking out of the gates of hell. Basins of blood were constantly being carried out of the room. Normally, he would feel distressed if Yang Donghu got a cut on her hand, but today, with so much blood being carried out at once, he couldn't even imagine how much suffering Yang Donghu must have suffered.
As it got dark, the screams became even more shrill. Zhao Luochuan's body was shaking with nervousness. He couldn't even stand steadily by holding on to the door frame, and he fell down and sat down at the door.
Zhao Fangyu supported himself behind him and said, "You have to fight for your life. What if you overturn Dong Hu, who gave birth to your child in the house?"
But now Zhao Luochuan couldn't hear anything and looked terrified.
Suddenly Zhu Cuilan came out of the house. Zhao Luochuan stood up and asked hurriedly: "How is Donghu?"
Zhu Cuilan looked pale, perhaps because she was tired. She said nothing and shouted at Zhao Fangchu, "Go get me a bowl of brown sugar water."
Zhao Fangchu quickly went into the kitchen and melted a bowl of brown sugar water with hot water and handed it to her. Zhu Cuilan was helpless under Zhao Luochuan's pestering and said, "The baby hasn't been born yet. Donghu has no strength left and needs to eat something. Don't be too scared outside. You are the backbone. Later, go to the window and call Donghu's name a few times to give him the strength to give birth."
After she finished speaking, she hurried back in. Yang Donghu's voice in the room had become very weak. Zhao Luochuan calmed himself down and shouted Yang Donghu's name, saying that he had been outside the whole time.
After drinking the brown sugar water and Yangdonghu, he felt a bit stronger. In the middle of the night, he finally heard a baby cry. Zhao Luochuan was cheered up. He heard the midwife in the room shouting happily: "It's born, it's born, it's twins."
It was a cold night and Zhao Luochuan felt dazed and shivering from the cold. He kept staring at the door. After a while, he saw Zhu Cuilan come out and asked him to go in and see the child with a smile on her face.
"Where's Donghu? How's Donghu doing?"
Zhu Cuilan knew that he had been terrified that night, so she comforted him, "It's okay, Dong Hu is fine, he just has no strength. Go check on the child first, and then come back in after the house is clean."
The blood stains on the baby in the cradle had been wiped clean. He was soft and small, with his eyes tightly closed and his mouth open, crying loudly.
The newborn baby was not good-looking and was wrinkled, but when Zhao Luochuan thought that Yang Donghu had risked his life to give birth to the baby, his heart softened.
The aunts in the room also came out one after another, and Zhao Luochuan gave wedding money to each of them, including the midwife, and the money was more generous than that of others.
Qian Wenpo took the child with a smile and let him go in to see the adults. Yang Donghu lay weakly on the bed, his face and hair soaked with sweat.
"Dong Hu." Before Zhao Luochuan came in, he thought that he had to control his emotions when meeting someone, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he still spoke in a crying voice.
Yang Donghu smiled weakly: "I'm fine, have you seen the child?"
"I've seen it. Does it still hurt?" Zhao Luochuan wiped the sweat off his face with his hand. His nose felt sore and he was about to cry again. He had never felt that he was so tearful.
Yang Donghu shook his head gently. Zhao Luochuan wiped his tears and held his hand tightly: "You go to sleep for a while. I will stay here with you."
Zhao Luochuan felt much more at ease with him around. Just now, when Yang Donghu was out of strength, it was only after hearing his voice that he was able to muster up the strength. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Donghu tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.
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