Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 446 Don't Comfort Me (Part [-])

The sixth day of the first month.

Yang Ruoqing celebrates her birthday and turns thirteen.

When she got up in the morning, Mrs. Sun brought over a bowl full of longevity noodles.

There is also a red egg boiled by Ga Po on the side.

"I have to peel the eggshells by myself, and eat all the longevity noodles in my stomach. I, Qing'er, grew up safely."

Eating eggs and noodles, listening to my mother talking auspicious words beside me.

Yang Ruoqing has mixed feelings.

After two lifetimes, it was finally the first time someone celebrated his birthday.

Speaking of her previous life, she even suspected that the date of birth registered in the organization's internal materials was fake.

As soon as she ate longevity noodles and eggs, Yang Ruoqing made a fuss about helping Mrs. Sun wash and chop vegetables.

He was stopped by Sun.

"This is your birthday, you are the biggest, I don't want you to do any work!"

Sun said with a smile.

"The oil pot is poured in front of you, and you don't need to help it. You, just take a good rest for a day!"

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Son's birthday, mother's day of misery."

"It's because it's my birthday that I have to help my mother with work. It's not easy for my mother to give birth to me!" she said.

It was the first time for Mrs. Sun to hear such rhetoric.

The woman opened her mouth wide in shock.

"Qing'er, how did you come up with these words? Oh my god, my daughter is so talented when she speaks!" she said.

Da'an on the side said: "It's still very incisive, it really is like this."

The mention of having a child brought back memories of Mrs. Sun.

"13 years ago, when I gave birth to Qing'er."

"My stomach hasn't moved much in the morning. After breakfast, I took two baskets of clothes and went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash."

"When he got up after washing, Xu Shi lowered his waist slightly, and his stomach hurt."

"It was your aunt Osmanthus who helped me back."

"I didn't give birth to Qing'er until it was time to hold the lamp."

"Your grandma and the midwife saw that my stomach hasn't shrunk yet, so I guess there's still a baby inside."

"The baby in the back is probably not wrapped in a wrap, but naked in the stomach."

"Scared me half to death..."

Mentioning the embarrassing incident at the beginning, Sun couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Da'an also found it very interesting, and grinned along.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

She has never given birth to a child, but she has seen other people give birth.

The pain of giving birth is indescribable, especially the process of waiting for the cervix to expand, it is simply tormenting!

So in modern society, many young mothers.

Because I couldn't bear the pain of waiting, or for other reasons.

With the help of advanced medical technology - cesarean section.

But in this ancient times, there is no choice, the most primitive way of production.

When a woman gives birth to a child, it's a journey before the gate of hell!

What's more, Mrs. Sun is suspected of having twins...

"Mother, no matter what, I will help you."

Yang Ruoqing insisted.

In the end, Mrs. Sun still couldn't hold her back, so she nodded.

Looking at the three mothers who were busy talking and laughing in the kitchen, Yang Huazhong felt a little indescribable.

Both pleased and satisfied.

The daughter is sensible and knows how to sympathize with her mother.

But at the same time, what the girl said made the man think of himself and his mother!

When he was a child, he often heard his mother Tan chatting with the big girls next door.

She bore six children, each without milk.

Every child is fed with rice soup and noodles, spoonful by spoonful.

Day is day, midnight is midnight.

Tan also held him in her arms and fed him spoon by spoon.

Bathe him, change diapers, feed him soup and medicine when he is sick...

Although he grew up later, the relationship between mother and child became much weaker.

But it is undeniable that without Tan's care in the past, he would not be standing here today.

Son's birthday, mother's day of misery...

The man sighed secretly, and walked out of the kitchen with a heavy heart.

At noon, Aunt Osmanthus took Xiaoyu, and Aunt Dayun took her two sons.

And the two masters of the Luo family came over.

After dinner, Luo Fengtang called Yang Ruoqing to the alley outside the courtyard.

"Why do you have to tell me this? It's so mysterious."

Yang Ruoqing followed and couldn't help asking.

As soon as he stood firmly, Luo Fengtang took out a small wooden box tied with a red string from behind.

"For you." He said.

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Taking the wooden box, "Is this... a birthday present for me?"

He nodded.

"What?" she asked.

"You'll know if you open it!" He smiled and blinked.

She hurried to dismantle it, and then lifted the lid of the box.

"Yeah? What a delicate wooden comb!"

She let out a low cry.

He took out that small, cute, and well-curved comb and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

Each tooth is polished smooth, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

The handle held by the fingers is round and thick.

Also engraved with a rose pattern.

"It's so delicate, where did you buy it?"

She praised it and asked again.

This comb, in modern times, the 'Tan Carpenter' comb is simply weak compared to this one.

Moreover, this comb has a faint fragrance.

It should be carved and polished from camphor wood.

Used to comb the hair, it can activate the blood circulation of the head and refresh the mind.

The special aroma brings her self-confidence and at the same time eliminates dandruff and lice.

What a comb!

Hearing her question, he scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "The shops in the town don't open until after the eighth day of the lunar new year. I made this comb by myself."

Just because she doesn't like it.

Now it seems that she is quite satisfied, and he is relieved.

(End of this chapter)