Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2145 It's okay (four more)

Inside the house, it's quiet.

The child named Dazhi was lying quietly on the bed with his brows and eyes closed, breathing evenly.

A veil was placed on his forehead, and the air was still filled with the smell of wine that hadn't dissipated.

This is what Yang Ruoqing left behind to cool down the child's room earlier.

Next to the bed, the woman was sitting there, the child who was originally strapped to the back was now being held in her arms, the woman lifted up her clothes, and was feeding the baby.

The little baby should feel comfortable and at ease. While drinking milk, a small hand was still on the woman's chest.

The little feet were shaking slightly comfortably, and they were not wearing shoes.

The woman held the child's little feet tightly in her palm, and wrapped the child's cold little feet with the hem of her coat.

A pair of eyes, but never leave Dazhi lying on the bed for a moment.

The woman's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen like peaches.

Half of her face was swollen from being beaten by her man, a drunkard. She had applied a little ointment earlier, but the swelling hadn't dissipated yet, and the whole person looked miserable.

Even so, the worry on that face was still hard to hide.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry about the previous incident."

A soft voice came from behind.

The woman turned her head and saw Yang Ruoqing came into the house at some time.

The woman subconsciously wanted to get up, but Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop her.

"The child is still drinking milk, sister-in-law, you can just sit down." She said.

The woman nodded, then pushed her butt back, her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing, full of gratitude.

"Miss Yang, thank you for today's matter," the woman said with a sob.

"If it weren't for you, my family's Dazhi, I'm afraid I would really fall into the river..."

The woman couldn't go on anymore, thinking of the previous scene, she was so frightened that tears were about to come out again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Don't say anything, let me see how Dazhi is doing."

She turned around and came to the side of the bed, bent down, and gently placed the palm of her hand on Dazhi's forehead, feeling it.

"How are you doing?"

Behind him, the woman asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Compared to before, the fever has subsided a lot, now it's just a low-grade fever, take medicine twice and drink more water, it should be fine."

Hearing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good, this child has been having a fever for several days, it really makes me anxious." She murmured.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say a word, she stood beside the bed, quietly looking at the child in front of her.

The child's appearance and facial features are really similar to Chen'er.

This sleeping appearance is somewhat similar to the current Luo Baobao.

The small white face, the long eyelashes, and the lips are lightly pursed, so soft and weak.

It's just that this child is very thin. Lying here, he is skinny and his shoulder blades are protruding.

On this little hand, the nails are very long, and the inside of the nails are black.

Moreover, on the neck, behind the ears, you can still see bruises and scars that are not fully healed.

"What's the matter with the scar on this child's face?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help asking.

The woman whispered: "His father beat..."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, thinking of something, bent down to roll up the child's sleeves, and inspected the child's legs.

"Is his father a beast? Such a young child, beating like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked, the anger mixed in her voice made her words blaze.

Wiping her tears, the woman said: "I may have done a lot of mistakes in my previous life, and God will punish me like this in this life."

"It's fine to punish me, I admit it, but I still have to punish my children like this, the children are innocent..."

The woman's tears fell down like beads with a broken string.

It fell on the little face of the nursing child in his arms.

The young baby didn't know what was going on, and was giggling at his mother.

The milky voice, laughing so hard that it almost slipped out of her small mouth.

The woman wiped away her tears, stuffed him into her mouth again, and then told Yang Ruoqing about her sorrow...

"I lost my parents when I was young, and grew up with my elder brother and sister-in-law."

"My sister-in-law disliked my idle mouth, so she sold me to a local family member with many fishing boats as a concubine when I was only 12 years old."

"Yuanwai died early, and I was sold out by the mistress. I was 14 years old at the time, and I was sold to a man who was seven or eight years older than me."

"That man is an alcoholic."

"He is lazy, and he is one of the best shabby householders in their fishing village."

"I heard that because he was drinking heavily and liked to beat his wife, he beat two of them away."

"Miss Yang, the children you saw today are actually left behind by his two previous wives."

"Dazhi and this little son in my arms are my own."

"Everyone in the fishing village except the drunkard knew the inside story. We went out to run the boat, and I said to the public that these children were born by me..."

The room was very quiet, but the woman's voice was very hoarse.

Because her face hadn't subsided from the swelling, and the cracked corner of her mouth hadn't healed yet, so every word she said was extremely difficult.

But these hardships are really nothing compared to her painful experience.

"Since life is so difficult, have you never thought about giving the children to others to raise?" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.

Because I heard from Lizheng and the others before that these fishermen couples would send their children along the way if they could not support them.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the woman smiled wryly.

"It's not easy to do this kind of thing," she said.

"Send the child left behind in the former nest, not to mention others poking the spine, I can't bear it myself."

"Those children are very sensible, and I took care of them to grow up, and they have feelings."

"Dazhi and this little one are my own, so I am naturally reluctant to give them away."

"Sending any one of these children away is like taking a piece of flesh out of my heart. I am reluctant to send any of them away..."

"Alcoholic, he feels that life is sad. He thinks that having too many children is a drag, and he makes a lot of noise every day to send him off."

"I refused to let go, and he got annoyed with me. Even if I was beaten to death by him, I would not let go!" The woman said with a determined look on her face.

These words, in Yang Ruoqing's ears, were secretly startled.

He didn't expect the drunkard to be such a scumbag, and even more unexpected that the woman in front of him turned out to be such an amazing stepmother.

"Sister-in-law, you are really amazing." Yang Ruoqing said out loud.

"But what happened today, it's obvious that you alcoholic man is determined to watch Dazhi drown."

"A father who has such thoughts for his son, what do you think will happen to your mother and son in the future?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

His gaze landed on Dazhi again, "Dazhi's body is fragile at first glance, he can't stand such a torment."

(End of this chapter)