"Hey, aren't these Qing'er and Xiaoqin? Why are you here?"

A woman's voice sounded from the side. Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoqin both looked over there and saw Zhou Sheng's sister-in-law feeding chickens in the yard.

"Sister-in-law, let's come over and visit Ping'er." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Xiaoqin also nodded.

Sister-in-law Zhou Sheng said: "It's okay to come and take a look. Help me persuade Ping'er to be more open-minded."

"It's just a baby. If it slips, there's nothing we can do about it. Many of the women in our farmers' families not only slip, but also catch a lot of babies who have died in infancy. She is still young, and she will have many opportunities to have children in the future. , I’ll give birth to a litter then!” the woman said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, but she didn't agree with Sister Zhou Sheng's words.

What does "just a baby" mean? It is also life. When you are born, the child will be alive and kicking. You cannot stop feeling sorry for it just because it has not yet formed in your belly.

This is a fallacy. She will never convey such words to Ping'er.

The yard of Ping'er's house was not far from that of Zhou Sheng's house. Soon Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoqin brought their mistress to the gate of Ping'er's house.

Fengzhi used to take care of this house, but then Fengzhi died and Zhou Sheng became both father and mother. The yard was dirty with fallen leaves from the old locust trees.

Bird droppings and other things were accumulating, and he didn't bother to clean them. The house was also a bit dilapidated, and he was telling people a message everywhere:

There lived a widower with a son in this dilapidated courtyard.

Since Ping'er married Zhou Sheng, the whole yard has been full of life.

First, the house was renovated and the walls in the yard were reinforced.

Ping'er loves to be clean. Everything inside and outside the house, as well as the front and back of the yard, are neatly tidied. Even their chicken coop is more delicate and beautiful than other people's chicken coops.

Because Ping'er used to be a maid from a wealthy family and had a lot of knowledge about flowers and plants, Ping'er had planted flowers and plants in this yard a long time ago.

Come here now, the flowers and plants in this yard are in full bloom, and they are so beautiful that everyone in the village who passes by here can't help but stop and take a closer look.

Many girls and wives in the village couldn't help but want to ask Ping'er for two colorful flowers to wear.

It is said that Ping'er was busy watering the flowers and plants when she accidentally fell and slipped her two-month-old fetus. "Hey, these flowers and plants are really eye-catching, but in order to take care of them Thing, put a child in. When we go in later, don’t praise these flowers and plants when you talk, so as not to make Ping’er feel sad.”

Yang Ruoqing whispered to Xiaoqin, and Xiaoqin nodded: "Don't worry, I understand."

The two of them took the mistress into the yard, and Huahua just happened to come out of the kitchen next to her, holding a bowl in her hand, with a small spoon in the bowl.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoqin come in, Huahua's eyes were filled with joy and she quickly came over to say hello to Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoqin.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Huahua, what is your Aunt Ping doing?"

Huahua said: "Aunt Ping has just finished breakfast and is changing my sister's diaper over there."

"Then what's in your bowl?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Huahua said: "This is jujube rice cooked for my sister."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, and everyone entered the room together.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoqin coming to visit, Ping'er was very grateful and said: "Qing'er is a busy person. Sister-in-law Xiaoqin, you have to take care of the children and take care of the housework. Why do you two have time to come to my place?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "The day before yesterday, Brother Zhou Sheng went to my aunt's house to weigh pork liver, but my aunt tricked me into doing it. Otherwise, we wouldn't even know about you."

"You said you were serious. You didn't tell us if something like this happened. You kept it to yourself and felt sad alone. How bad!" she said.

A wry smile appeared on Ping'er's pale face, "It's all my fault for being careless. A good child is gone just like that..."

As she said that, she turned sideways, tears about to fall.

Xiaoqin hurriedly came over and said, "Stop crying. People who have had a miscarriage have to go through confinement. Shedding tears is not good for the eyes and will cause hidden diseases in the future."

Ping'er nodded, raised her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, picked up the seven- or eight-month-old baby girl on the bed, and placed her on a small square stool made for a child to sit on the side.

"Huahua, you push your sister to the main room to feed her. She likes to look at the sky while eating." Ping'er arrived.

Huahua responded, hurriedly came over and pushed the little baby girl to the main room.

Here, Xiaoqin helped Ping'er lie back on the bed, and pulled a corner of the thin quilt to gently cover Ping'er's belly.

"You, a postpartum person, can't always go to the fields. If you have any work to do, ask Brother Zhou Sheng to help you share more." Xiaoqin said.

Ping'er smiled and said: "Brother Zhou Sheng took care of me at home for the past two days. During the past two days, Bingbing's fifth uncle's house was being renovated, so I asked Brother Zhou Sheng to help me."

Xiaoqin asked in surprise: "How many days will Brother Zhou Sheng have to help?"

Ping'er shook her head: "I'm not sure, it should take seven or eight days!"

Xiaoqin said: "But you are in confinement, what should you do with eating and washing during this period?"

Ping'er arrived: "I want to wash my clothes, but Brother Zhou Sheng refuses to do so. When he comes back from work every evening, the first thing he does is wash his clothes and his daughter's diapers."

"When he left the house in the morning, he also cooked breakfast and left it in the pot."

"Then the lunch meal was cooked by Huahua, who was also helping me take care of the kids at home."

Hearing this, Xiaoqin nodded repeatedly, "Well, that's pretty much it."

Here, Yang Ruoqing's eyes have been looking at Huahua who is feeding the little baby girl in the main room.

Hearing the conversation here, Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to Ping'er: "Huahua has really grown up now. She helps you take care of the children at home, so you can relax a lot."

"I just took a closer look. Huahua is very good at feeding children."

Ping'er looked happy and said: "She will be eleven in a few days. During this period, in order to take care of me and her sister, she took leave from the school teacher and did not go to Feiyanfang to learn dancing in the town.

.”

"This child has grown up and become more and more sensible. He rushes to help me with all the housework. Now, he even knows how to take care of children."

"Sometimes I feel happy and distressed at the same time. Huahua was the former eldest daughter of the Yang family. How could she have ever done such a thing?"

"It's all because of following me that this happened..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "You can't say that. If it weren't for you, Huahua might be in a miserable situation right now!"

"Besides, no one is born with the knowledge of housework. She has learned it, which is a good thing. You don't need to feel bad. In the future, when she grows up and becomes a mother, she will have experience. Xiaoqin

Do you think what I said is right?"

Xiaoqin quickly said: "Yes, girls like us can actually do these things. It will be a good thing to get married and start a family in the future."

"Otherwise, if you wait until then to learn, it will be too late. Not everyone is destined to be a young mistress."
Chapter completed!