Changping Village.

When I heard that Yang Ruoqing was giving birth to a baby last night, she was stunned in place, and the expression on her face changed rapidly and was extremely complicated.

In contrast, Yang Huamei was really happy, "Really? Two fat boys? That's great, that's great. The Luo family is really prosperous, but it's just Qing'er who is suffering..."

As someone who has given birth to two fat boys, Yang Huamei understands the difference between having one child and two.

After other women give birth, their whole body is 70% to 80% relaxed, and they just wait for the placenta to be delivered.

You can give birth to two children. After giving birth to one, you have to work hard to give birth to the second one, and you have to do it quickly.

Otherwise, if the second one is stuck there for a long time, something will easily go wrong, so the suffering will be twice as much as that of an ordinary woman, or even more.

"Isn't that right? I heard the news and wanted to see Qing'er before, but I was stopped by the third brother. He said that Qing'er was exhausted and fainted after giving birth. I gave her medicine to let her have a good rest first."

When Mrs. Liu said these words, her eyes were filled with distress.

"Ah? Still like this? Then her condition this time is much worse than when she was pregnant." Yang Huamei said, worry rising in her heart.

"No, Qing'er came to my place for a walk a few days before the baby was born. I looked at her complexion and listened to her talk about her condition. She was very good. Why did she faint after giving birth? She still had to take medicine.

?”

Faced with Yang Huamei's doubts, Liu scratched his head and said he didn't understand.

"I'm also puzzled about this matter. Also, Qing'er didn't give birth to the baby in the Luo family, the baby was born in her natal family." Ms. Liu added.

Yang Huamei said: "This is not surprising. Maybe she just happened to be eating at her parents' house at night and got fetal gas. It also rained, so it was difficult to move."

"Well, Meier, you are right, maybe!" Mrs. Liu said.

While Mrs. Liu and Yang Huamei were answering this question, Mrs. Tan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted Mrs. Liu and asked: "From the fourth family, have you seen those two kids?"

Yang Huamei also looked at Ms. Liu expectantly: "Yes, Fourth Sister-in-law, have you seen the two boys? How much do they weigh? Do they look like Tang Yazi? Or do they just follow the looks of our old Yang family?"

When asked about this, Mr. Liu smiled dryly.

"Hey, I didn't see it. Third brother and the others won't let me take care of the child!" she said, spreading her hands.

"Why don't you give it yet?"

Both Tan and Yang Huamei were puzzled.

Usually when a child is born and people come to see the child, it is a sign of support. The host will warmly greet everyone who comes to see the child and accept everyone's blessings for the newborn.

Of course, the people who come to see the baby and the mother cannot be passers-by or people suffering from diseases.

They must be relatives and friends at home, who have close contact with each other, are in good health, and will not cause harm to weak mothers and newborns.

The Liu family is consistent in every aspect, so why wasn’t it shown?

Mrs. Liu said: "They said that the children are all next to Qing'er. Going in to see the children would shock Qing'er, so they asked me not to see the children first."

"Later I saw that Bamei and Xiaoqin came over to see Qing'er and the child, but they were all stopped by Third Brother and Blacksmith Brother."

"In Qing'er's house, only Sister-in-law Three, Sister-in-law Cuilian, and Sister-in-law Duo'er Lian'er can enter right now."

"Ah? Still like this?" Yang Huamei and Tan looked at each other.

Originally, Yang Huamei wanted to struggle to see Yang Ruoqing, mother and son, but now she ran into trouble.

Mrs. Tan saw Yang Huamei's thoughts and said: "Your third brother must have his own reason for doing that. Let's not make trouble. When we see you later, I will take a look for you. You are sick now and you can't go anywhere."

Don’t go!”

"Mom, I know my situation, I won't go." Yang Huamei said, even if her illness will not bring relief to Qing'er and the others, she is still a patient after all, and it would be wrong to go and embarrass the other party.

"It's good that you know. Why don't you go back to bed and lie down? Does your stomach hurt again after standing for so long?" Mrs. Tan urged Yang Huamei nervously, her eyes falling on Yang Huamei's hand covering her abdomen.

Yang Huamei put down her hand and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I just cover it out of habit."

Tan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She then urged Yang Huamei to go back to bed, and Yang Huamei said: "Mom, it's not convenient for me to go, so can you go to Third Brother's place for me? We have to ask about the situation before we can rest assured!"

Mr. Tan was in a bit of trouble.

"It's not like I can't go. I'm just worried about you. If I go, there won't be anyone around you to look after you!"

"Oh, my dear mother, I'm not a child, and I'm not the kind of person who can't take care of myself on the bed. You should hurry up and see Qing'er, otherwise I won't be at ease."

That being the case, Mrs. Tan nodded, but before leaving, she had to do two things.

The first step was to drive Yang Huamei back to the bed to lie down.

The second task is to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for Yang Huamei.

Breakfast consisted of six poached eggs with brown sugar, black sesame seeds, and a handful of donkey hide gelatin powder. She followed the rules of confinement and tried to take care of her old daughter's body in one fell swoop.

Mrs. Liu was waiting nearby, chatting with Yang Huamei and talking about the storm and lightning last night.

Mrs. Tan did not rush Mrs. Liu away. With such a talkative person, at least Mei'er would not be deserted when she was cooking breakfast.

Mrs. Tan was cracking eggs in the kitchen when a figure like an iron tower stooped into the kitchen, yawning and looking straight into the pot.

"Granny, what are you having for breakfast?"

"Eat shit!"

ah?

Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and looked at the egg in Tan's hand with his eyes wide open, and he was very happy.

"Granny, you called eggs shit, eh~"

Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes at him angrily, "You don't rinse your mouth or face when you get up. How bad is the taste in your mouth?"

"Is there any? Let me smell it."

Xiao Hei put his hands in front of his mouth, breathed hard, and sniffed desperately.

"Ah, it really stinks! Ugh~"

Mrs. Tan shook her head.

Compatriots from the same mother, they landed in the same time as a bowl of tea. Da Bai's cleverness beat Xiao Hei eighteen blocks without turning a corner.

"Get out, don't be an eyesore." Mrs. Tan waved her hand, swatting Xiao Hei away like a fly.

Xiao Hei stepped back a few steps, but shouted: "Gama, are you boiling poached eggs for me to eat? Put a few more, otherwise I won't be full."

Mrs. Tan stared, spat on the ground, pointed at Xiao Hei's nose and cursed loudly.

"When I get up, I only think about eating, and I don't think about greeting your mother. What's the use of having a son like you?"

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all I know is eating. Are you a pig? You can get some money by raising a pig and fattening it up. What's the point of raising you?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Tan picked up the spatula next to her and rushed over, then waved Xiao Hei away: "Go, go, go find that old man Wang Hongquan for something to eat. Old lady, I came here to serve my daughter, not your family, Old Wang.
Chapter completed!