Chapter 57 Fetus



Chapter 57: Fetus

After confirming this matter, Yuan Xiao chatted with the old lady.

I learned that the old lady's surname was Wang, and her husband's surname was Yang. In the past, she had to take her husband's surname, and everyone called her Yang Wang's wife.

Old Lady Yang's husband and son both died in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. The old man sent off the young man.

When her son passed away, her granddaughter was just born. After learning that they died on the battlefield, her daughter-in-law remarried with her daughter soon.

Old Lady Yang had left a will before going to the battlefield. Whether he could come back or not, she had to live well and must not think about it.

"Grandma, you taught us to weave mulberry silk, and I have to repay you. I will send you some food every week in the future."

Yuan Xiao is not a saint, but she will never be stingy with kindness to those who have helped her.

The old lady did not refuse. The girl had good craftsmanship. She was already half buried in the ground, so she might as well satisfy her appetite before she died.

After leaving Old Lady Yang's house, Yuan Xiao turned around and looked for Zhao Fubing.

She had many things to trouble Zhao Fubing, but she was never stingy. In a short period of time, the commission Zhao Fubing got was almost enough to buy a new house.

When Zhao Fubing heard Yuan Xiao say that he was looking for someone with a basic knowledge of weaving cloth, he clapped his hands. That would be his daughter-in-

law! If you help Yuan Xiao, you can't suffer any loss!

"Xiao'er, I'm not polite to you. Your sister-in-law knows how to weave cloth. If you don't mind, why don't you let her learn?"

Yuan Xiao was overjoyed. It was effortless.

She agreed immediately: "Of course, my sister-in-law knows a lot of people, does she have any friends to join? The whole process is tiring, it would be best if someone could share the work."

Mulberry silk weaving starts with reeling. Zhang Qingya originally resigned from her unit in order to prepare for pregnancy. If she got sick from being too tired, it would not be in line with Yuan Xiao's original intention.

Zhao Fubing readily agreed, "Yes, she has a few friends who can also weave cloth, I'll discuss it with them!"

After this matter was resolved, Yuan Xiao bought some vegetables and went home to cook.

On the way back, Yuan Xiao ran into Grandma He, who greeted her warmly from a distance.

Next to her was his daughter-in-law Zhou Fang.

Yuan Xiao walked straight over and took a look at Zhou Fang's belly. She didn't feel it some time ago, but now it was like a balloon, swelling up.

"Auntie, your belly is a little big. I haven't asked how many months it has been?"

Zhou Fang didn't feel abrupt, and pursed her lips shyly, "Five months. My sister has been living in my house to take care of me recently. She gives me nourishment every day, so my belly has grown a little." Yuan Xiao

nodded, feeling a little worried. She always felt that it was terribly big. What if the fetus is too big and it is difficult to deliver?

But she didn't say it out loud, so as not to bring bad luck to others.

Until Yuan Xiao returned home, this incident still lingered in her mind.

Until she was on the way back, she saw an aunt holding a pregnant woman, and the two were chatting.

The aunt touched the pregnant woman's belly, "Your belly is six months old, right? You look good, which shows that the baby is well taken care of."

The pregnant woman smiled and lowered her head to touch her belly, "It's almost seven months. My mother-in-law is good to me and the food I eat is nutritious. But when my mother-in-law gave birth to my husband, the fetus was too big and she had a difficult birth. She didn't dare to give me too much supplements and always controlled it."

The aunt suddenly realized, "No wonder you said your husband is an only child. I'm afraid that the difficult birth hurt your mother-in-law!"

The voices of their chat gradually faded away, and Yuan Xiao frowned tightly.

This person is almost seven months pregnant, and her belly is smaller than Zhou Fang's. Isn't this too much supplements?

Yuan Xiao kept this matter in mind and planned to go to the He family tomorrow to see.

She walked into Yuanyi, and Zhong Yang was counting ants with Qin Qin.

Qin Qin was learning to speak again, and she couldn't speak fluently, but fortunately Yuanyi started to speak.

When she saw Yuan Xiao coming back, she stood up with her small body and ran towards her.

She put her chubby little hands on Yuan Xiao's thighs, and looked back at Zhong Yang, "Ma... Ma Ma..."

Zhong Yang laughed twice, "Qin Qin, it's not Ma Ma, it's ants."

Yuan Xiao squatted down and wiped her hands clean.

Qin Qin was good-looking, fair and tender, with big watery eyes, which made people's hearts soften at a glance.

"Sister will cook, you and brother Yangyang can play."

Qin Qin was well-behaved, and ran back to Zhong Yang to continue counting ants.

Yuan Xiao walked in with vegetables, and Wang Yazhi was washing clothes with gloves on.

She talked to her about Zhou Fang's situation.

Wang Yazhi had delivered food to the He family several times and had chatted with them to get to know them. After hearing what she said, she felt a little worried. "You should go to their house tomorrow and remind them. This is not good."

Yuan Xiao washed the vegetables with water. "I was planning to do it. This is Uncle He's first child. The old lady mentioned it several times. The He family has been a single-line family for several generations. If nothing unexpected happens, this is also Uncle He's only child. The strange thing is that Aunt Zhou often goes to the hospital for prenatal checkups, so why didn't the doctor remind her?"

If the doctor didn't remind her, no one would take it seriously even if she said it.

Wang Yazhi sighed, "You should go and find out tomorrow. Even if you have to offend people, you should remind them that a difficult birth is a matter of two lives!" Yuan Xiao

prepared the meal, brought the dishes out, and asked Qin Qin and Zhong Yang to wash their hands and eat.

The two washed their hands with soap. Qinqin ran into the room and took Yuanxiao's rose essence. She tiptoed and said, "Wipe it!"

Yuanxiao smiled and tapped her nose. "The little brat is so conceited!"

Qinqin didn't know what the little brat meant, but just stepped forward. "Smells good! Smells good!"

Yuanxiao wiped Qinqin's hands. Zhongyang also stretched out his hand and smiled, "If only the soap smelled this good!"

This sentence seemed to wake up Yuanxiao.

Compared with other things, rose essence is not selling well.

It's mainly because it's not a branded product sold in department stores. Many people are worried that it's not good because it's not from a legitimate source. As a result, the market can't be opened. Only those around Zhang Qingya use it.

She was just worrying about it when she heard Zhongyang's words!

If the rose essence cannot be sold, she can cooperate with daily chemical manufacturers and add this essence into vanishing cream, shampoo and soap!

But she had no one to help her, so she had to think carefully about how to find a chemical factory to cooperate with.

Yuan Xiao rubbed them all with perfume, and kissed Zhong Yang's little face, "Our Yang Yang is really my sister's little lucky star!"

Zhong Yang giggled foolishly, not knowing why he was happy, but it was right to smile.

Qin Qin was jealous, and she tilted her little fat face up and pouted, "Yes! Yes! Lucky!"

Yuan Xiao kissed her little face twice, "Our Qin Qin is also a little lucky star, the cutest little lucky star."

Qin Qin was so shy that she twisted her little fleshy hands and let Yuan Xiao hold her and sit on the chair.

Yuan Xiao looked at the carefree and sensible Zhong Yang. He was seven years old this year and could go to the first grade.

Zhong Li was three years older than him. According to him, he had also been to school before, but it ended after his father passed away.

Yuanxiao decided to send them to school in September, and the school has already been contacted.


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