After Erbao was seen by Mr. Qian, his physical condition gradually stabilized, his temperament became very well-behaved, and he never made trouble.
My little mouth follows my mother, she won’t drink rice soup, and there is no honey in the milk powder, so sugar must be added, otherwise she won’t drink it.
She didn't cry like Dabao. She opened her throat, kicked her legs hard, howled hard, and hummed softly.
He has been using tricks to make people soft-hearted since he was a child.
Fu Jingyou dotes on his second treasure so much that after cooking the adults every day, he always coaxes the little one.
There is always milk powder, malted milk, brown sugar, and white sugar at home.
Now that he has spared his time, he wants to go for a walk in the mountains.
I’ve been there ten times, and I always bring back the little honey that Lu Miao had rarely seen in the past.
He is quick-thinking and can think of ideas.
I came back and found a few wooden boards and nailed them into a small box. I sprinkled some brown sugar on it, spread some honey on it, and put it in a hidden place in the cracks of the rocks in the mountains.
When I looked again after a while, I could actually hear the "buzzing" sound of bees inside.
A swarm of bees is resting and building a nest inside.
Afterwards, Fu Jingyou followed the same pattern and nailed a few more small boxes and scattered them out.
Looking around later, I found that three of the five boxes contained bee colonies, which was an unexpected surprise.
At the beginning of winter two years ago, several beehives harvested two full jars of hundred-flower nectar.
If it weren't for the fact that the bees needed enough food for the winter, Fu Jingyou left a reserve in the beehive, otherwise he could have collected an extra can.
Two jars of honey are enough for Erbao.
Not only is it enough for Erbao, but it can also be used to add a few spoonfuls of snow and white fungus to Lu Miao.
As time goes by, it gets colder and colder.
The cold cyan color on Lu Miao's skin has gradually faded. Although her face is still pale, her hands and feet are not as cold as before.
But despite this, she still had no intention of waking up.
Fu Jingyou seemed to have accepted everything and had become accustomed to it.
He understood Lu Miao's difficulties.
It is not easy to know that she can persist until now.
He did not ask her to wake up in a short period of time, but only asked that her body be stable and not get worse.
Take your time...
There will be more and more medicines that can be used in the future... and the hope will be bigger and bigger.
It will be fine.
"It will be fine, right?"
Fu Jingyou sat on the bedside with Erbao in his arms and kissed him.
"Really? Xia Xia."
Er Bao looked at him and giggled. His dark eyes were exactly the same as Lu Miao's.
Water, as beautiful as black jade immersed in water.
Fu Jingyou was in a normal mood. Looking at these watery, tender and smiling eyes, his nose felt sore and his heart became heavy again.
He placed his second treasure beside Lu Miao and moved the couch to the backyard.
The sun was just right outside, and he wanted Lu Miao to bask in the sun.
Fu Jingyou came back and took the quilt and went to the backyard to spread it. Thinking that the Chinese New Year was coming soon, he said to Tang Mei:
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, won't aunt go back and have a look? Dad There’s no one there.”
Tang Mei buried herself in cooking:
“What if I leave here?”
"You can handle it."
"What can you handle? What should I do if Dabao cries?"
"I'll coax him."
"What if Erbao cries?" ”
“Same coaxing”
"What about crying together?"
"..."
Fu Jingyou was silent for a moment and said:
"Coax Erbao first."
" …”
Tang Mei said nothing.
Fu Jingyou spread the quilt on the sofa, turned around and said:
"Dabao porcelain is solid." He explained that it would be better not to explain, and Tang Mei nailed the kitchen knife with a thud. On the chopping board:
"Ci Shi let him cry?"
Fu Jingyou thought to himself, Dabao is a boy and he is good-looking.
The congenital disadvantages of the second treasure are much different, so it’s okay to cry.
It was obvious that Tang Mei was showing off her face, but he understood and said nothing.
Tang Mei said: "Let's do this for now. Your dad is not even in his 70s or 80s. He is such a grown-up man, and he still doesn't know how to take care of himself?"
Fu Jingyou said a dull "hmm" and went up. Lu Miao was brought from the front room and carefully placed on the couch.
He brought a quilt to cover and tuck Lu Miao, and then went to the room to move an unused old-fashioned baby crib borrowed from the village.
Put Dabao and Erbao inside and cover them, covering their little faces to prevent the sun from shining into their eyes.
Fu Jingyou moved the little horse and sat between the rocking bed and the daybed.
Tang Mei said that the stewed pigeon soup was ready, and he stood up to serve it again. He put a towel on Lu Miao's chin and blew it coolly into Lu Miao's mouth.
After feeding a bowl, there was still some left in the porcelain cup.
Erbao was always thinner than his elder brother, so Fu Jingyou said to feed Erbao.
Tang Mei wouldn't let him feed her:
"Newborn babies are all yang bodies, and pigeons are phallic. She will get angry if she drinks it... Just drink the rest. I ate the stewed meat and red dates by the way."
Fu Jingyou shook his head: "You can eat it, aunt."
Tang Mei also shook her head; "I've been getting angry lately, too. Eat.”
There is no such thing as getting angry or not.
This is equivalent to what our parents said, "I don't like to eat."
“The little pigeons that were hatched a while ago are about to come out of the cage, and there will be more and more pigeons in the house.”
Fu Jingyou said dullly:
“One Pigeons are not worth anything, just dig them up and give them to Miaomiao. You can kill them anytime you want. It’s enough. You don’t have to save this and that.”
"Yeah."
......
With Tang Mei helping to cook at home, Fu Jingyou gradually returned to normal, gradually became active in the production team, and participated in collective work together.
Time continues to advance.
The New Year is approaching, and it is the time to divide the work, rations, and kill pigs to divide the meat.
This is the last year to kill collective pigs, and from now on it will be individual breeding.
Fu Jingyou was called to go to the threshing floor to help.
It was originally a happy event, but something unexpected happened this year, and there was a quarrel at the He family when I came back.
The noise was so loud that even the big table at the He family was overturned.
The reason is still the pot of oil last year.
This year, all the rapeseed grown on the He family's private land was saved, and no oil was pressed at the end of the year.
The He family squeezed oil last year, which is enough for daily consumption, but they can’t fry New Year dumplings like last year.
The family shared the meat. Chen Guifen thought that she didn’t need to use the meat to fry the meatballs, so she planned to make some bacon.
Bacon is delicious and durable, so you can eat it slowly in the coming year.
Fu Jingyou divided the meat and came over to deliver the things.
Chen Guifen asked him if he wanted to make something for him.
Sister-in-law Zhao Lanxiang heard this and couldn't help but think more about it.
"Meat is not oil. One pot of oil is enough to last for more than half a year. You can't get this fat meat twice a year."
Zhao Lanxiang stood in the courtyard with a strange look:
“Mom, if you don’t want to eat after eating enough, your son and granddaughter haven’t eaten enough yet!”
This means that Chen Guifen, a mother-in-law, has a biased mind, and the only food and meat in the house are those with a foreign surname.
Fu Jingyou is not stupid, and he still can’t understand such a simple meaning.
He divided the meat. Even when making bacon, the meat he divided was used.
Is it possible that he could take over the He family and take her share?
Chen Guifen unexpectedly glanced at Zhao Lanxiang.
Fu Jingyou didn't want to cause more trouble, so he said:
"Auntie, you don't have to worry about it. I will do the same thing when I go home." (End of Chapter)