Chapter 3 Newcomer Report
Douluo calendar year 2591, early spring.
[Shuimu Principality], one hundred and sixty miles east of "Muzhi City", Shanhai Village.
Ling Xiaoshan carried a hoe early in the morning and walked to the fields in the west of the village. Before he left the village, he heard a cry from behind:
"Xiaoshan! Xiaoshan——! Come back quickly. ! Your wife is giving birth——!”
"What——?" Ling Xiaoshan turned around blankly and looked at Zhang Dahe, his younger brother and brother-in-law, who was running quickly.
“What are you stunned about——!”
Zhang Dahe grabbed Ling Xiaoshan’s arm and ran towards the road. As he ran, he gasped: “Let’s go quickly. Your mother, my mother, and my wife are all serving my sister. My father and your father are boiling water. Let me come to find you..." (Note 1)
The short dirt road between the villages, After two sentences, the two of them arrived at the door of Ling Xiaoshan's house.
Before entering the door, Ling Xiaoshan’s father, Ling Changqing, stared at Ling Xiaoshan and scolded:
"You bastard! Tell me about you. You told me not to go to the fields these days and to stay at home to take care of you. I'm going to work on the fields. Don't you worry?"
"When I was farming, you Damn..."
"Uncle Changqing...Uncle Changqing! Xiaoshan is afraid that you will be tired all the time..."
Zhang Dahe quickly stepped forward to stop Ling Changqing, and at the same time said to Ling Xiaoshan, who was shrinking his head, winked and said quickly: "Xiaoshan, hurry up, go see the fire and see how the water is burning -"
"Oh~~" Ling Xiaoshan was busy. Nodding, he ran to the kitchen.
Looking at his son's panicked back, Ling Changqing shook his head helplessly: "This bastard..."
"Uncle Changqing~" Zhang Dahe smiled at the side and said harmoniously: "Xiaoshan is only seventeen. Years old, and it’s my first time to be a father, so it’s normal to be like this, wasn’t it the same for me in the past two years——”
Nearly an hour later, with a loud cry, in the ordinary village , another ordinary little life was added.
In the house made of earth and stone, with logs and thatch roofs, the little life struggled to keep its eyes open. Although he is a newborn, his eyesight is supposed to be the same as that of someone with high myopia, but he can clearly see everything in front of him.
My eyes swept over the young man hugging him stiffly, the middle-aged women and young women leaning over to take a look, the middle-aged and young men looking at the door, and the weak and pale faces on the bed. The young girl gently squeezed the little fist that was contained in the swaddling clothes, and a clear fact appeared in her heart: "Is it a new life?"
I closed my eyes a little tired and whispered in my heart: 'I am new here, please give me some advice~'
...
A month later, Ling Xiaoshan's house in Shanhai Village.
The little life named Ling Yi in this life slowly woke up from his deep sleep as the sun rose outside.
The black and white eyes turned left and right, taking in the empty room. Listening carefully, there was a clear rhythmic sound of water in the courtyard outside the house. Apart from this, there was no other sound. Ling Yi knew in his heart that his father, who was not yet eighteen years old, should now be thirty-eight years old. Grandpa, I went to work in the fields.
As for the sound of water outside the house, it should be the mother in this life washing clothes (Note 2).
Feeling the urge to defecate in her lower abdomen and the hunger in her stomach, Ling Yi skillfully closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The next second, a full-throated "Wow" cry was heard outside the house. Pass it on.
The sound only lasted for a few breaths and then stopped, but Zhang Xiaoyu, the mother outside the house, pushed open the wooden door of the house at the first time, walked towards Ling Yi on the bed, and wiped her hair that was soaked in water. Shiro wiped his hands on his waist.
After being changed, Ling Yi lay in her mother's arms, sipping her own exclusive drink, thinking about what kind of world this was.
In the past month, Ling Yi spent most of the time sleeping. During the occasional waking moments, he was either eating or changing diapers. During this period, although through the few words exchanged between this life's father, mother, grandparents, and even the uncle's family next door, Ling Yi was able to confirm that this was a world that spoke the "Yanhuang Common Language", but what kind of world view it was still remains to be seen. Explore.
Time is very slow for babies because they have nothing to do but be in a daze.
Baby's time is very fast, because he gets sleepy easily, and it's dusk as soon as he wakes up.
Accompanied by the sunset, Ling Xiaoshan returned home with a hoe on his shoulders. He washed his hands and face immediately, stretched his head to look at his young wife who was busy in the kitchen, then ran into the house and looked at his son, Ling Yi, on the bed.
Looking at each other, Ling Yi looked at his father who had a somewhat green face. His face was slightly dark and his skin was slightly rough. Only his big white teeth and relatively clear eyes showed that he was The elements that age should have.
When Ling Xiaoshan saw his son looking at him with bright eyes, he immediately grinned, bared his teeth, and rolled his eyes. The fatigue caused by a day's work seemed to disappear.
Suddenly, Ling Yi's eyes paused, and he looked at the hair on the top of his father's head in a funny way. A blade of grass in my hair, to be exact.
Seemingly noticing Ling Yi's attention, Ling Xiaoshan raised his hand to the top of his head, pulled off a blue leaf, shook it in front of Ling Yi, and said happily: "Xiaobao is reminding me Dad, are there any leaves of this blue silver grass on your head? "
'Thankfully it's not a green grass...'
Ling Yi rolled his eyes silently, but then, he felt something in his heart. A feeling that something has been overlooked.
Next, Ling Xiaoshan clumsily teased Ling Yi, and Ling Yi opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and grinned in cooperation, which in turn made Ling Xiaoshan happy. Both father and son smiled happily. Until the mother Zhang Xiaoyu said, "It's time to eat!" and ended the interaction.
During dinner, Ling Yi lay on the bed with his eyes closed, recovering the energy he had spent playing with Ling Xiaoshan.
The couple Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu, who were sitting at the dining table, had a bowl of white rice each and a plate of boiled vegetables. They were eating deliciously.
In front of Zhang Xiaoyu, there is a small bowl with fish soup with a few oil stars floating in it. This fish was caught by Ling Yi's uncle Zhang Dahe in the river a few miles outside the village, and was specially sent to supplement the nutrition of Zhang Xiaoyu during the lactation period.
In the past month, as far as Ling Yi knew, Zhang Dahe had only successfully caught twice. The first time was two small fish as big as a palm, and the second time was only one fish, the size of two fingers. It had been stewed repeatedly by Zhang Xiaoyu for three days.
I don't know why it is so difficult to catch a few fish in an era when there were obviously hoes and other iron tools. Ling Yi expressed that it was a bit puzzling.
Although his brain is a little tired, his spirit is somewhat active. Ling Yi is thinking freely, listening to his father Ling Xiaoshan offering treasures, recounting all his previous interactions with Ling Yi.
“That’s right!”
Ling Xiaoshan took out a blue blade of grass from his arms, stretched it out in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, shook it, and said with a smile: "Look, just now Xiaobao saw this hanging on my head, and kept looking at it to remind me..."
Looking at the swaying blue in front of him, Zhang Xiaoyu put down the bowl of clean fish soup, He pursed his lips and said softly: "Lan Yincao? You, when you were working..."
On the bed, Ling Yi suddenly opened his eyes, squinted again, and turned to look in the direction of the dining table.
Note 1: The relationship between the characters is relatively complicated, and the names are based on the characters’ habits in the book since childhood.
Note 2: It stands to reason that women must undergo confinement when giving birth, but in the extraordinary world, even the physical fitness and resilience of ordinary people should be slightly better than in the ordinary world like reality. (Probably, it’s such a pleasant setting)
PS: I heard from the elderly in my family that when conditions were difficult in the past, there was no such thing as a serious confinement period, and they would just go to work in the fields. However, this will really cause a series of physical illnesses in the postpartum period, which is very painful.
(End of this chapter)