This time, the person who answered was Blacksmith Luo.

"Lao Si and Yong Zhi have already gone to town to help us find our mistress. Lao San and I really can't run anymore. Let's take a breath. Hey, we are getting old and we cannot accept old age."

If it had been ten years ago, both of them would have gone to Wanghai County to find a nanny for their children, let alone the town.

Now I am sixty years old, and my third child is in his fifties. The heavy physical work in the early years has exhausted their bodies. This morning, I ran into the mountains on an empty stomach, going back and forth. The two of them were attracted by Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing.

My brothers helped me down the mountain.

"Just go look for it. These days, as long as the money is in place, you won't find anything. Just relax!" Li Jia said again.

Tiejiang Luo and Yang Huazhong nodded, I hope, problems that money can solve are not problems.

I hope someone will be willing to come to the village to feed the children because of the high price.

The Li family stayed here for a while. It was getting dark soon, and the two children were tired of crying and fell asleep for the time being.

Sun and Wang Cuilian went out alone to cook dinner in the backyard. Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo left Li Jia and the others to have dinner before leaving.

At this juncture, Yang Huazhong and the others were feeling haggard and exhausted physically and mentally, but they still did not lose the basic hospitality etiquette.

At least they came here to sit with you and say comforting words, why should they say a few polite words at dinner time?

Naturally, Li Jia and the others couldn't stay for dinner, so they made an excuse to leave.

Li Jia and others walked forward, but the children started crying again.

"Didn't you say you fell asleep after drinking sweet rice soup earlier? Why did you wake up again during this bowl of tea?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Mrs. Sun spread her hands and said helplessly: "That thing has lost its ability to urinate and is not hungry at all. Dad, what should we do? The children just had a full meal today.

Even if Lao Si and the others find someone to feed them, they won’t be able to come back until tomorrow at the earliest, so what should we do?”

If Yang Huazhong knew how to deal with it, he wouldn't be beating his own legs and feeling worried.

"If it doesn't work, just make some more rice soup for the children to deal with, and just hold on until tomorrow." He said.

Ms. Sun was about to cry but had no tears, "The older one can still drink a few sips, but the younger one is crying so much that he's convulsing. He won't drink!"

Yang Huazhong was also extremely distressed, but had no choice but to circle back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pot.

Blacksmith Luo stopped talking.

"Brother blacksmith, just say what you want to say!" Yang Huazhong said.

Blacksmith Luo gritted his teeth, "If it really doesn't work, how can we be so shameless as to beg Zheng Xiaoqin?"

Yang Huazhong was obviously moved.

Ms. Sun shook her head, "No, I went there in the morning and caused a quarrel between the young couple. If I go again, I'm afraid it won't be appropriate and will embarrass Zheng Xiaoqin."

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo fell silent again.

After a while, Mrs. Sun said: "I'm going to discuss it with Sister-in-law Cuilian. If it doesn't work, I'll make some noodle soup for the children!"

It's always rice soup, and the children are tired of it.

But now she is only on her ninth day of life, and she can’t eat egg soup or anything else. It’s really difficult, this Qing’er is so willful!

Sun and Wang Cuilian were making noodle soup in the backyard. In the front room, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo were like defeated roosters, sitting at the Eight Immortals table with their heads drooped, sighing silently.

A man was squatting on the stone steps at the door of the hall, smoking a cigarette.
Chapter completed!