Yang Huamei asked Hongmei: "How do you feel right now?"

Hongmei replied: "It hurts."

"Isn't this nonsense? How can there be no reason to have a baby without pain?" Yang Huamei said angrily.

"What I'm asking is, what kind of pain does it feel like? One after another? Or does it hurt without stopping?" Yang Huamei asked again.

Hongmei thought for a while, seemed to be feeling it seriously, and then said: "It hurts for a while, then stops for a while, it's like having a stomachache and wanting to squat on the toilet."

Yang Huamei was a little confused after hearing this.

She originally wanted to point out Hongmei as an experienced person, but she forgot that although she gave birth to two sons, they were all born in one child.

So she actually only experienced this kind of experience once.

Among the women who have given birth in this house, except for Yang Ruoqing, any other woman who comes out at random has more experience in this field than Yang Huamei. Who is not starting out?

Yang Huamei turned her attention to Tan and Sun for help...

Mrs. Tan was sitting on a stool, holding a cane in her hand, her face tense.

Facing Yang Huamei's pleading look, the old lady said something: "That's how I feel. I want to be trapped. I gave birth to you brothers and sisters the same way."

"Then what happened?" Yang Huamei asked anxiously.

Although Mrs. Tan temporarily relented and agreed to let Hongmei have a baby in a different environment, facing Yang Huamei's anxiety, Mrs. Tan felt uncomfortable, so she sneered and said reluctantly: "How else can we fix it?

At that time, your aunt from the Jiang family helped me deliver the baby. She put a toilet directly in front of the bed and asked me to go down and sit on the toilet when I felt like it."

"When I sat on it, I no longer felt that way. The feeling of my back touching the bed board came over. I went back and forth seventy or eighty times and spent several hours. Finally, I got annoyed and kicked the footboard of the bed with both feet.

I managed to give birth to the cub with all my strength."

Yeah, what you said is very clean and neat!

This made Yang Ruoqing, who was standing near the door, involuntarily touch her round belly.

I angrily discussed with the two babies in my belly, hoping that they could cooperate during the birth. Everyone, please work hard and come out to meet as soon as possible. Hello, me, everyone.

When Mrs. Sun saw Yang Ruoqing stroking her belly with both hands, she became worried again. She hurriedly came to Yang Ruoqing from the bedside and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Are the babies teasing you again?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and shook her head at Mrs. Sun, "Don't worry, Mom, they are very good now."

Mrs. Sun nodded lightly, touched Yang Ruoqing's big belly, and sighed softly.

This sigh is a bit complicated.

It is full of expectations and love for the two young grandchildren who are about to meet, and is also mixed with the distress of an old mother about the pain caused by her daughter's upcoming childbirth.

Feeling sorry for my daughter, but unable to share the pain for my daughter, I feel helpless. This kind of joy is accompanied by the complicated feeling of heartache. Only a woman who is about to become a grandmother can understand.

Yang Huamei temporarily entrusted Hongmei to the care of people in the house and ran to find Bao Suyun.

After a while, Yang Huamei returned to the house, holding a bowl of brown sugar water in her left hand, with a few white and tender poached eggs floating in the water, and a clean and compact toilet in her right hand.

There are still the red words "Happy" written on the toilet from when they got married. It seems that Yang Huamei borrowed the new toilet from Jiang Guiling's house.

"Hongmei, your fifth aunt made you brown sugar poached eggs. You sit up and eat them."

Yang Huamei put down the toilet and went to call Hongmei.

Hongmei lay on the bed groaning in pain, her hair on her temples already wet with sweat.

Let alone brown sugar poached eggs, even dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, etc., she might not be able to whet her appetite.

So, Hongmei shook her head, "I won't eat it..."

Yang Huamei glared and yelled: "You have to eat even if you don't want to eat. Do you really think you are the emperor's wife when you give me shameless things?"

Yang Huamei's reaction was really beyond the expectations of everyone in the room. Even Ms. Tan, who had always had a tight face, was startled.

The old lady glanced at Yang Huamei with disapproval, but in the end she still refrained from speaking for Hongmei.

Mrs. Sun couldn't stand it. Although Hongmei's behavior before was very shameful, she was lying on the bed in labor pains. She didn't even have a mother or sister by her side. A woman has to go to hell before giving birth.

No matter how hateful the person is, it feels a little pitiful to be lying here right now...

So, the soft-hearted Sun took the bowl from Yang Huamei, returned to the bedside, and persuaded Hongmei softly:

"Having a baby is not a matter of one or two bowls of tea. There are many people who have a baby that lasts a whole day and a whole night. Especially since this is your first child, I'm afraid it will be a little more difficult."

"If you don't eat something, you won't have enough energy. Be obedient, and you have to force yourself to eat something no matter what..."

I don’t know whether it’s because Mrs. Sun is naturally close to others, or whether what she said makes sense, but Hongmei listened to her.

She supported her heavy body and struggled to sit up.

Mrs. Sun quickly brought the bowl to her.

Hongmei stretched out her hand to take it, but her hand was shaking violently.

Mrs. Sun couldn't bear it and said, "Sit down and don't move around. I'll feed you."

Hongmei looked at Sun in surprise, with a fleeting look of astonishment and gratitude in her eyes.

"Third Aunt, then, why are you so embarrassed?"

Mrs. Sun smiled and shook her head, "It's time, so don't be polite. Come on, open your mouth."

Even if it was a stranger on the roadside, Mrs. Sun would not be able to help but lend a helping hand in this situation, not to mention that Hongmei is more or less her nephew-in-law?

Mrs. Sun fed the red plum one mouthful at a time, and no one around her said a word.

Even Yang Huamei didn't say anything, but Yang Huamei's face looked very ugly, and there was indescribable anxiety and anger in her heart.

Maybe it was because Hongmei was about to give birth. Yang Huamei didn't say anything, but she still muttered in her heart.

Because this is a month ahead of the doctor's estimated delivery date, is it my Dabai's baby?

After finishing a bowl of brown sugar water and poached eggs, Mrs. Wen, who delivered the baby, and Uncle Fu and Wangsheng and his son were all invited over.

Uncle Fu and Wang Sheng came over first to take Hongmei's pulse, and then they were greeted by Yang Huazhong and others to drink tea in the main room and wait for an emergency.

Of course, it is best not to have emergencies.

The midwives, Mrs. Wang, were invited into the guest room by the women. Mrs. Wang is an expert in this area. She has her own way of using things and the step-by-step procedures.

Call her Wang Po. She is actually close to fifty. In modern times, she is a master of square dancing.

Now that she was in the delivery room, her loud voice was giving instructions in an orderly manner, and the tense atmosphere before suddenly relaxed a lot.

Wang Po left Yang Huamei in the house to help, and everyone else was invited out.
Chapter completed!