"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" Luo Fengtang immediately felt something was wrong with Yang Ruoqing and asked quickly.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing had already bent down slightly and covered her stomach with her hands.

"My stomach hurts a little, I want to go to the toilet." She said.

Inside the belly, it was like a stomachache, and the intestines were spasming.

Could it be that I just ate half of the meal and went to talk again, and then continued to eat it so I had cold breeze indigestion?

Luo Fengtang said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to the toilet."

"Yeah!" Yang Ruoqing nodded, and the two of them went to Yang Huazhong's toilet nearby.

She is inside, he is waiting outside.

Soon, she came out.

"How is it? Are you getting better?" He quickly came over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I didn't move when I squatted down, and my stomach didn't hurt anymore."

"Ah?" He was surprised, "Then let's go back first. When will it hurt again when it hurts again?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and the two walked to the front yard. Yang Huazhong and Sun stood in the yard and were looking at this side.

Seeing that the two of them came together, Sun hurriedly came over.

"Is it okay?" the woman asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and smiled: "It's okay...hiss..."

Before he finished speaking, his stomach began to spasm again. This time, the pain increased.

It was completely a urge to have diarrhea, as if that thing was about to reach the chrysanthemum...

"Oh, no, no, I have to go to the toilet..."

She covered her stomach and staggered towards the toilet.

Luo Fengtang was worried, so he quickly followed her and helped her back to the backyard.

In place, Sun stood there, looking at Yang Ruoqing's back as she left, a trace of doubt flashed across her face.

Yang Huazhong came over, and the man was also worried: "Can my daughter eat something bad?"

Sun didn't reply to him, and the man asked again. Sun suddenly slapped his thigh, which scared Yang Huazhong.

"What's wrong with Qing'er's mother?" the man asked.

Sun said, "Dad Qing'er, hurry up, hurry up, go to the old house and call the Chen family grandma and the fifth brother and sister."

"Ah? Why? People have to sleep at this big night..." Yang Huazhong said.

"If you want to go, go, hurry up, our daughter is probably going to give birth!" Sun said excitedly.

"Really?" Yang Huazhong was also excited, "Okay, okay, I'll go now!"

The man rushed out of the yard in three steps and disappeared into the thick night.

In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing once again returned from the toilet without success.

"What's going on? Have you ever encountered this situation before?" Luo Fengtang asked carefully, supporting her.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

Never encountered it before.

"Come on, I'll carry you back." Luo Fengtang said, and without waiting for her to react, he hugged her in his arms.

"I am... very heavy..."

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's okay, I love to hug you, mother and son!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Let me get down. My parents will be embarrassed to see it later."

Luo Fengtang hesitated for a moment. At this moment, Yang Ruoqing's brows frowned again, and his body tightened in his arms.

"Oh my God, what's going on? I'm going to the toilet again!" she shouted depressedly.

He got off his arms clumsyly, turned around and squatted in the smelly toilet. At this time, Sun's voice came from behind.

"Qinger Qing'er, don't go in!"

Sun shouted.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head, and Sun had already rushed to the front.

"Mom, I really can't hold it in anymore..." She said, covering her stomach.

Sun smiled and said, "Silly daughter, you are not going to have a stomachache, you are going to have a baby!"

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was so shocked that she almost jumped up from the ground.

Damn, is the urge to have a child diarrhea?

Then the baby hasn't been born yet, will it take several soaks in the bed?

Or do the child gets down with his shit and pee, and then washes it clean and puts on top?

The picture is so eye-catching, I don’t want to give birth anymore!

Sun seemed to see her concerns, and smiled and held her shoulder and said, "Don't think about it, it's not what you think."

"Come on, Tang Jizi, hurry up and help Qing'er back to her room and lie down on the bed!"

Sun's command made Luo Fengtang come to his senses instantly.

Pressing the ecstasy in his heart, Luo Fengtang stretched out his long arms and directly picked up Yang Ruoqing. Sun followed behind, and the three of them hurriedly returned to the next yard.

At this time, it was already after the night dinner.

According to Beijing time, it should be after 8 o'clock in the evening.

For mountain villages in this era without television and the Internet, everyone has long been buried in bed at this time.

However, Yang Ruoqing's house was brightly lit and people were coming and going.

Sun, Dasun, Old Lady Sun, Tuoba Xian, Wang Cuilian, Bao Suyun, Cao Bamei, Xiao Yaxue, and the village midwife, Grandma Chen, all came here.

Fortunately, her bedroom is big and she doesn’t feel crowded after sitting in so many women.

In the main hall outside the house, Luo Fengtang, Luo Blacksmith, Yang Huazhong, and Uncle Fu who came to the town were all waiting there.

The women sat together, talking and laughing, deliberately making the atmosphere very relaxed to relieve Yang Ruoqing's nervousness.

In fact, Yang Ruoqing sat on the bed with her quilt, listening to everyone talking and passing on experience.

Every once in a while, there was a riot in my stomach.

"Oh, no, no, I have to go to the bathroom again."

She said, quickly lifting the quilt and getting out of bed. Sun and Tuoba Xian rushed over to support her: "Let's go with you."

After a while, Yang Ruoqing returned in vain.

In this way, from about eight o'clock to eleven o'clock, she kept running between the two points and one line between the bed and the bathroom toilet.

"Mom, why is it so hard to give birth to a baby? I'm almost going to collapse before I can start exerting my strength!"

When he came out of the bathroom and lay on the bed, Yang Ruoqing yelled depressedly.

Everyone else covered their mouths and laughed. Sun persuaded him kindly: "Isn't that the way a woman has a child?"

"Look at the hen laying eggs, I had to guzzle for a long time before."

Over there, Grandma Chen walked over again. She had a pair of hands that were smaller than ordinary people and softer than others.

It is with these hands that Grandma Chen is a well-known midwife in a village, also known as Stable Po.

It is said that as long as she is there, the child will be able to pull him down with steadily with this little hand.

Now, Grandma Chen touched her little hand into Yang Ruoqing's stomach and under her, and said, "Well, it's a few fingers wider than before, and there's another time to give birth."

Dasun quickly stood up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to boil another hot water, and cook scissors and cotton cloth."

Wang Cuilian said: "Let's go together!"

As soon as the two women walked to the door of the house, they almost ran into Luo Fengtang who was guarding the door.

"Oh, Tang Yazi, why are you standing here?" asked Dasun.

Luo Fengtang looked into the room and asked Dasun: "Auntie, how is Qing'er doing now? Is it still painful?"
Chapter completed!