Mrs. Liu opened her mouth and was about to tell her idea when Lingling suddenly ran over from the backyard.

"Granny, mother, auntie is up. Grandma Cuilian calls you over!"

Everyone swarmed to the backyard.

Xiaoduo followed behind, holding Lingling in her hand, and still asking about Yang Ruoqing's situation.

Lingling said: "Auntie said that the two little brothers were hungry, so she woke up..."

Everyone who was running paused.

I was pleased and moved, but also accompanied by even greater heartache.

Qing'er herself has just walked away from the gate of hell. She hasn't even had time to express her grief over the loss of Luo Fengtang. She is also worried about the situation of her two children... It's so difficult for a daughter!

"Dad, you and the blacksmith brother don't go into the house, let's go in." Mrs. Sun said to Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo.

When a girl feeds the children, men will definitely avoid it, unless Luo Fengtang...

When she thought of her eldest son-in-law, Mrs. Sun's whole body suddenly felt bad again, and the little joy she had just felt over her daughter's awakening was dimmed.

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly, "Okay, we won't go into the house, we will guard the door."

Sun and the others entered the house and found that Yang Ruoqing was not in their room.

"In the aunt's house next door." Lingling ran forward like a lark to lead the way.

Mrs. Sun and the others were shocked. Just a few hours after giving birth, the torn wound was still bleeding. Why were they still walking around?

Mrs. Sun and the others then hurriedly entered the room next door.

In the next room, Yang Ruoqing is really here.

She was sitting sideways on the couch, wearing obscene clothes and holding a baby in her arms.

There was a windproof forehead smear around her head, and her long black hair was hanging down. I don't know if it was because of the blue color of the forehead smear, but it made her face so white that there was no trace of blood.

She was holding one in her arms and feeding her, but her eyes turned to look at the other one in the cradle beside her.

She didn't cry, but her eyes were as red and swollen as peach, there were two water marks on her face, and her hair on her temples was wet.

Looking at the way she was sitting there...it was obvious that she was not in good health, and every additional moment she sat was an additional source of suffering.

Mrs. Sun and others looked at each other with distress on their faces.

Even a woman with a loud voice like Da Sun, and a talkative woman like Liu who just enjoys the excitement and is not afraid of big troubles, their noses are sore when they see such a weak and haggard Yang Ruoqing at this moment.

Mrs. Sun burst into tears and staggered to Yang Ruoqing's side.

At this time, Wang Cuilian was taking a coat and gently covering Yang Ruoqing's shoulders. When she saw everyone coming in, Wang Cuilian said, "Just feed it."

Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Liu nodded.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing and said softly: "Qing'er, if you want to feed, just call and we will carry the baby over to you. It feels uncomfortable for you to sit like this. Listen to mother, let's go back to bed and lie down for feeding first, okay?"

"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes had been focused on her eldest son in her arms. When Mrs. Sun asked her something, she did not raise her head.

He just shook his head slightly and said in a breathless voice: "It's okay, let's leave it like this for now."

Mrs. Sun didn't dare to say more about Moji, fearing that Moji's words would consume her daughter's energy even more, so she had no choice but to go see Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian explained with a wry smile: "...the kids were crying from hunger again. I just sent Lian'er to call you, and Qing'er pushed the door open and came in..."

Sun and the others could only sigh silently.

They remembered that Qing'er had difficulty giving birth last night when there was lightning and thunder.

She fainted several times and was forced to wake her up several times to continue her life.

When she gave birth to her youngest son, Qing'er was already exhausted. When the baby got stuck, she grabbed Wenpo's hand and said only one sentence, "...If I don't wake up, I'll pull the baby out!"

Pull it out?

Everyone in the room who heard this was frightened.

What does it mean to pull it out?

One life for another!

"Mom, can any of you help me?"

The weak voice called everyone's attention back.

Mrs. Liu quickly stepped forward, "I'll come, I'll come. My hands have been washed and they're not dirty at all!"

Yang Ruoqing finally raised her head this time and gave Mrs. Liu a weak but grateful smile.

The smile was very light, which made Mrs. Liu feel even more sad. She quickly lowered her head and carefully supported the child, and lifted the child in front of Yang Ruoqing, close to her body, so that the child could be fed easily.

The newborn baby was wrapped in a small red calico quilt and weighed less than ten kilograms, so Liu could carry it easily.

But Yang Ruoqing was so tired that she broke into a cold sweat.

Yang Ruoqing sat there, breathing lightly from exhaustion and feeling a little unsteady.

Bao Suyun quickly stood aside and held Yang Ruoqing's back with both hands.

Mrs. Sun brought another bowl of brown sugar water over and said, "Qing'er, drink it."

Yang Ruoqing felt a little better, and her eyes lingered on the face of the eldest son in her arms for a while, then she turned to look at the younger son in the cradle, looking back and forth between the two babies.

I drank the drink in my arms, and I swallowed it comfortably with my eyes closed.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were slightly relieved.

Look at the one in the cradle again, he is still crying, his wrinkled little face is flushed, his mouth is grinning, his pink gums, and his tender little tongue, and the sad tears are rolling down his cheeks as if they are free.

There is quite a sense of grievance that he is still hungry even though he knows that his brother has eaten.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but become anxious, and looked at the person in her arms again. He was eating with such enjoyment that she couldn't bear to interrupt his eating.

For a moment she was in trouble.

When Chen'er and the baby were together, Chen'er was very good. No matter what time it was or how hungry he was, he wouldn't cry or make a fuss. Seeing his sister occupying his mother's granary, he didn't cry and just endured it.

With.

These two little brothers must be really hungry...

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun quickly pushed the cradle gently to coax her brother, so as to buy him more time to eat.

Mrs. Liu looked at the one in her hand and the one in the cradle. She smiled and said, "Don't these two boys look alike?"

"Really? I'll take a look too." Da Sun and the others also came over.

There are two children, the elder brother has a fair complexion and the younger brother has a darker complexion.

In the dialect of people here, the elder brother has red lips and white teeth, while the younger brother has oily skin.

"Hey, have you noticed? One of these two brothers looks like Da'an, and the other looks like Xiaoan!" Ms. Liu said in surprise.

Everyone else also leaned their heads over to take a closer look.

Da Sun said: "Hey, it's true. Look, my brother's slender eyebrows and narrowed eyes really look like Da'an. I remember Da'an looked like this when he was a child."

Sun also looked at her brother, trying to recall what Da'an looked like when he was a child. It seemed that he really looked like this.

Yang Ruoqing also spoke up at this time, "I don't remember what Da'an was like when he was a child, but I know exactly what Xiao An looks like. He did follow his uncle."

Even the irritable look when he cries is the same, and he holds two small fists above his head as if he wants to hit someone. Xiao An also looked like this before.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing commenting on the two children, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief and followed her words.
Chapter completed!