Chapter 3 3 A poor family

Author: Qian Ke

Chapter 3 3 A poor family

Wu Bo responded, carried the baby to the bedside, and handed it to Zhao Lian to see.

Zhao Lian met 0537's ignorant and bright eyes and her charming little expression, and was instantly captured.

There was mist in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand: "The baby is so cute, daddy, give me a hug."

Wu Bo protected the child carefully and handed the child to her.

0537 felt a different kind of warmth and liked it equally, and couldn't help but laugh again.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed and looked at Wu Bo and Grandma Wu with tears in her eyes: "Father, mother, she likes me, she recognizes me as her mother, she is willing to be my child, this is my child."

Grandma Wu walked over, wiped Zhao Lian's tears, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's your child. Don't cry, you are still in confinement."

"From now on, she will be the fifth girl of our Wu family, and she will be called Wu Xiya."

Rao was the name given to several children by Grandma Wu who read poetry and books. It is also very simple.

This is a product that adapts to the times, and they should not be too unique.

Both Wu Bo and Zhao Lian were very happy: "Okay, okay, Xiya. My parents' little Xiya must grow up healthy and take the place of your ill-fated sister. Together, we will be happy for a long time."

Live happily."

The three Wu family members unconsciously transferred their love for the child who died in infancy to 0537.

But at the same time, there is also individual love and care for her.

With double their feelings, the three Wu family members were willing to risk their lives to protect her.

0537, who changed her name to Wu Xiya, blinked. She probably understood that her future code name would be Wu Xiya. However, she didn't think there was any difference. It was just a code name.

Grandma Wu stretched out her hand and took Xiao Xiya into her arms.

There was a different kind of warmth in grandma's arms, and Xiao Xiya smiled very sensibly, which made the old lady love her even more.

"Grandma, let's give Xiya a bath. Bo'er, go get the scissors and light the oil lamp."

"Hey," Wu Bo happily lit the oil lamp and took the scissors.

Grandma Wu got clean hot water and used scissors burned on the fire to cut off the umbilical cord of Xiao Xiya. Then she washed it clean, put on the blanket she had prepared for the child before, wrapped it tightly and put it on the bed.

Next to Zhao Lian.

Xiao Xiya was tired, moved her little neck, and fell asleep quickly.

Wu Bo and Grandma Wu packed their things quietly and talked quietly.

"Bo'er, please tell me more about Xi Ya's situation."

Wu Bo had calmed down. Thinking of the scene of picking up Xiya, the man felt angry in his heart.

"The child should have been thrown down from the mountain as soon as he was born and planted in the snow."

"It's so small that I can't move. If I hadn't gone..."

"Fortunately, our Xiya is very lucky, so we were not injured or frozen."

Zhao Lian felt extremely distressed. She wanted to have a child but could not get it, and someone chose not to have one. How cruel this was.

"From now on, we will take care of Xiya. No one can bully her again."

Grandma Wu also sighed: "This child is blessed. If you raise him well, he will be rewarded with blessings."

"Bo'er, go kill the old hen and make soup for Xiaolian to see if she can produce milk."

"Boil some more rice soup to fill Xiya's stomach temporarily."

Zhao Lian hurriedly tried to dissuade her: "Farewell, mother, my body definitely has no milk. I'm just an old hen. Let's keep it for laying eggs."

Grandma Wu said: "How long has it been since it laid eggs? I don't have any hope. You are weak. Even if you can't produce milk, you still have to eat something good to replenish your body."

"Just let me arrange this matter. You should take good care of Xiya. The child should not get too hot if he gets cold."

"The house is ready, I'll ask Damai and the others to boil some more hot water."

"They are also worried about you and want to see their sister. Don't tell them about the child you didn't keep."

Zhao Lian and Wu Boju nodded with heartache.

The four Damai sisters were released and ran into the house without missing a moment.

The sisters were very happy to see Zhao Lian who was intact and her sister who was sleeping sweetly.

Damai was sensible. After seeing his mother and sister, he went to the kitchen to help light the fire.

Xiaomai and her two younger sisters chatted with her mother, then looked at the little sister curiously, wanting to touch her but not daring to touch her.

Zhao Lian looked at her four girls with love on her face. Although she could not keep her children, she was very content at this moment.

Wu Bo came in and said with a smile: "You all go to the kitchen to stay. It's warm there and your mother needs to rest too."

Zhao Lian smiled and touched the withered, yellow and sparse hair of her three girls: "Go, it's cold, don't get sick from the cold, put the quilt on the stove and bake it, it will keep you warm when you sleep at night."

"Watch the fire and don't burn the quilt."

The girls were very obedient and turned around to bake quilts.

My family is poor and they only have three old quilts that are more than ten years old.

The bed of Mr. and Mrs. Wu Bo and Zhao Lian is the thinnest, the bed of the four sisters is slightly thicker, and the bed of Grandma Wu is the thickest.

But they are not warm.

The cotton core is blackened, stiff, and not warm at all.

In the long cold winter, there is constant heavy snow, and there is no way to dry it. It can only be grilled while cooking, which will be slightly better.

There was no quilt, the bed was covered with clean straw that had been saved, and a sheet that was so patched that it was almost unrecognizable.

Lingdong Province is located in the north, Xingkang.

But the old Wu family could not afford to make a kang, and even if they could make a kang, they would not have extra firewood to burn it.

Firewood is a scarce commodity and every household is concerned about it.

In the poor and backward mountain villages, everything except water should be in short supply.

Everything nearby that could be burned was picked up and taken home by the diligent villagers.

Grandma Wu had her feet bound and could not go out. She could only clean housework and do light work at home.

Father Wu is lame and cannot do heavy work, walk long distances, or go up the mountain to cut firewood.

In previous years, I relied on Zhao Lian for all the firewood matters.

Zhao Lian is capable and diligent. Although she does not collect much firewood every year, she does so a lot.

Even if you can't burn the kang in winter, you won't be short of firewood for the brazier.

However, Zhao Lian is pregnant this year, is in poor health, and cannot do any work. She doesn't have much firewood stored, so she has to save every piece of firewood to burn.

In the past, except for one meal a day, there was no fire at other times.

Today is special, I made two fires in succession.

Wu Bo slaughtered the old hen and put it into the pot. There was no seasoning or side dishes, and it was completely stewed with water.

Home-raised old hens eat cordyceps seeds and grow up. Their meat is delicious and the aroma soon wafts out.

The four sisters who were lighting the fire secretly swallowed their saliva. They knew it was for their mother's health, and no one bothered to eat it.

Grandma Wu and Father Wu looked distressed, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only pretend they didn't see it.

Grandma Wu used a small clay pot, washed it, put water in it, put a handful of broken rice into it, and cooked it on the small clay stove. This was Xiao Xiya's ration.

It was originally saved early and given to my children.

The broken rice is white rice. I have kept it at home for almost two years, and it only weighs half a catty.

I don’t know how Grandma Wu managed to prevent it from getting worms.

The fragrance of rice soon wafted out, and it was the first time that the old Wu family had such a delicious aroma.

As soon as the rice soup is cooked, the little sprouts wake up, most likely because of cravings.

He sniffed the unique smell in the air with his little nose raised, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Zhao Lian looked at it and couldn't laugh or cry. Can a newborn milk baby also be hungry for food?

Just then, Grandma Wu came in with rice soup and asked with a smile: "Xiya is awake?"

Zhao Lian nodded: "I must be hungry and swallowing my saliva."

Grandma Wu was also happy: "It's been so long since he was born and he hasn't had a bite to eat, but he's not hungry. You pick him up and I'll feed him."

"Okay," Zhao Lian sat up and picked up Xiao Xiya.
Chapter completed!