The sixth day of the first lunar month.

Yang Ruoqing celebrates her thirteenth birthday.

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

There are also red eggs cooked by Ga Po on the side.

"You have to peel the eggshells yourself and eat all the longevity noodles in your stomach. My Qing'er will grow up safely."

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

Yang Ruoqing had mixed feelings.

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

Speaking of her past life, she even suspected that the date of birth registered in the organization's internal information was false.

Just after eating longevity noodles and eggs, Yang Ruoqing started to help Sun wash and cut vegetables.

Was stopped by Sun.

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

Sun said with a smile.

"If the oil pot falls in front of you, I don't need you to hold it up. You just need to have a good rest for a day!"

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"My son's birthday is my mother's day of suffering."

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

This was the first time that Ms. Sun heard such remarks.

The woman opened her mouth in shock.

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

Da'an on the side said: "It's quite insightful. It really is like this."

The mention of having children brought back memories of Sun's.

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

"My stomach wasn't feeling anything this morning. After breakfast, I took two baskets of clothes and went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash them."

"When I got up after washing, I may have lowered my waist and felt a pain in my stomach."

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

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

"Your nurse and the midwife saw that my belly hadn't shrunk yet, so they guessed there was a baby inside."

"Speaking of the baby in the back, I'm afraid it's not wrapped in a wrap, but it's naked in the belly."

"Scared me half to death..."

Speaking of the embarrassing incident, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Daan also found it very interesting and grinned accordingly.

But Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

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

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

So in modern society, there are many young mothers.

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

And with the help of advanced medical technology-cesarean section.

But in this ancient time, there was no choice, the most primitive way of production.

When a woman gives birth to a child, she is on the verge of death!

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

"Mom, no matter what happens, I will help you."

Yang Ruoqing insisted.

In the end, Mrs. Sun couldn't resist her and had no choice but to nod.

Looking at the three ladies chatting and busy in the kitchen, Yang Huazhong felt a little unspeakable in his heart.

Both gratified and satisfied.

My daughter is sensible and knows how to be considerate of her mother.

But at the same time, the girl's words also made the man think of himself and his mother!

When he was a child, he often heard Niang Tan chatting with the ladies next door.

She gave birth to six children, each of whom had no milk.

Every child is fed rice soup and gnocchi, spoonful by spoonful.

Daytime is daytime, midnight is midnight.

Mrs. Tan also held him in her arms and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Give him a bath, change his diapers, feed him soup and medicine when he is sick...

Although he grew up later, the affection between mother and son became much weaker.

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

My son’s birthday, my mother’s suffering day…

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

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

The Luo family also came over.

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

"Why do we have to talk about it here? It's so mysterious."

Yang Ruoqing followed over and couldn't help but ask.

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

"It's for you." He said.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

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

He nodded.

"What?" she asked.

"You'll know if you open it and take a look!" He smiled and winked.

She hurriedly opened it and opened the lid of the box with three clicks.

"Ah? What an exquisite wooden comb!"

She whispered.

He took out the cute little comb with sharp curves and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

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

The handle held by the fingers is round and thick.

There is also a rose pattern carved on it.

"It's so exquisite. Where did you buy it?"

She praised it and asked again.

This comb, in modern times, is simply weak compared to the "Tan Carpenter" comb.

Moreover, this comb has a light fragrance.

It should be carved and polished from camphor wood.

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

The special fragrance not only brings her confidence, but also relieves the problems of 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 the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. I made this comb by myself."

Just afraid she won't like it.
Chapter completed!