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Chapter 3 3 The Poor Little Family

Wu Bo responded, walked to the bed with the baby in his arms, and showed it to Zhao Lian.

Zhao Lian was instantly captured by 0537's ignorant and bright eyes and her delicate expression.

There was mist in the eye sockets, and I couldn't wait to stretch out my hand: "The child is so cute, father, give me a hug."

Wu Bo carefully guarded and handed the child to her.

0537 felt a different kind of warmth, and also liked it very much, so he couldn't help laughing again.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed, and she looked at Wu Bo and Grandma Wu with tears: "Dad, mother, she likes me, she recognizes me as mother, she is willing to be my child, this is my child."

Grandma Wu walked over, wiped away Zhao Lian's tears, and said with a smile, "Yes, it's your child, don't cry, you're still in confinement."

"From now on, she will be the fifth girl of our Wu family, named Wu Xiya."

Rao is grandma Wu who has read poetry and books, and the names she gave to her children are also very simple.

This is a product of the times, and they are not too independent.

Both Wu Bo and Zhao Lian were very happy: "Okay, Xiya is good, the little Xiya of parents must grow up healthy and healthy, and take the place of your fateful sister. Let's be together for a long time and be happy together." Live happily."

The three members of the Wu family unconsciously transferred their love for the child who died young to 0537.

But at the same time, he also loved and cherished her alone.

With double affection, the three members of the Wu family are willing to protect her with their lives.

0537, who changed her name to Wu Xiya, blinked her eyes. She probably understood that her code name would be Wu Xiya in the future. However, she didn't think there was any difference, the left and right were just the same code.

Grandma Wu stretched out her hand and hugged Xiao Xiya into her arms.

There was a different warmth in grandma's embrace, and Xiao Xiya smiled very sensiblely, making the old lady love her more and more.

"Grandma give Xiya a bath, Bo'er, go get the scissors and light the oil lamp."

"Hey," Wu Bo happily lit the oil lamp and took the scissors.

Grandma Wu got clean hot water, used the scissors that had been burned on the fire, cut off the umbilical cord for Xiao Xiya, washed it clean, put on the blanket she prepared for the child before, and put it tightly wrapped on the bed. Beside Zhao Lian.

Tired, Xiao Xiya moved her little neck and soon fell asleep.

Wu Bo and Grandma Wu packed up their things lightly and spoke softly.

"Bo'er, tell me about Xi Ya's situation."

Wu Bo had already calmed down, thinking of the scene of picking up Xi Ya, the man felt hostile in his heart.

"The child should have been thrown from the mountain as soon as it was born, and planted in the snow."

"Little one, unable to move, if I didn't go..."

"Fortunately, our Xiya was lucky, so we didn't get hurt or froze."

Zhao Lian was very distressed, she wanted a child but couldn't, and someone gave birth and didn't want it, how cruel it is.

"From now on, Xi Ya will be treated by us, and no one can bully her again."

Grandma Wu also sighed: "This child is a blessed one. If you raise him well, you will be blessed."

"Bo'er, go kill the old hen and make soup for Xiao Lian to see if she can produce milk."

"Make some more rice soup to fill the stomach for the time being."

Zhao Lian hurriedly dissuaded: "Farewell, mother, I must have no milk in my body. I'm just an old hen. Let's save it for laying eggs."

Grandma Wu said: "How long has it been since it laid eggs? Don't count on it. You are weak, even if you can't lay milk, you still have to eat something good to nourish your body."

"Just let me arrange this matter. You take good care of Xiya. The child has been frozen, so it's better not to have a fever."

"The house is tidied up, I'll ask Damai and the others to boil some hot water over."

"They are also worried about you and want to see their sister. Don't tell them about the child who didn't keep it."

Zhao Lian and Wu Bogu nodded with concern.

The four Damai sisters were let go and ran into the house without delay.

The sisters were very happy to see the intact Zhao Lian and the sleeping sister.

Damai is sensible. After seeing his mother and sister, he went to help light the fire in the kitchen.

Mai Mai took the two younger sisters by her mother's side to inquire about her health, and looked at the younger sister curiously, wanting to touch her but not daring to touch her.

Zhao Lian looked at her four daughters lovingly. Although she couldn't keep her own child, she was very content at this moment.

Wu Bo came in and said with a smile: "You all go to the kitchen and stay there, it's warm there, your mother is going to rest too."

Zhao Lian smiled and touched the yellow and thin hair of the three daughters: "Go, it's cold, don't get sick from the cold, and put the quilt on the stove, so that you can sleep warm at night."

"Watch the fire, don't burn the quilt."

The girls were very well-behaved and obedient, and turned around and ran to bake the quilt.

The family is poor, and there are only three old quilts that are more than ten years old.

Wu Bo, Zhao Lian and his wife have the thinnest bed, the four sisters' bed is slightly thicker, and Grandma Wu's is the thickest.

But it was not warm.

The wick is blackened, stiff and not warm at all.

In the long cold winter and the heavy snow, there is no way to dry it. It can only be roasted while cooking, which will be slightly better.

There is no quilt, and the bed is covered with clean straw that has been saved, and a sheet that is so mended that it cannot see its original appearance.

Lingdong Province is to the north, and Kang is popular.

But the old Wu's family couldn't afford a kang, and even if they could, they didn't have extra firewood to burn.

Firewood is a scarce commodity, and every household is very concerned about it.

In a poor and backward mountain village, everything else should be in short supply except water.

The things nearby that could be burned were picked up by the diligent villagers.

Grandma Wu had her feet bound and couldn't go out, so she could only clean up the housework and do some light work at home.

Father Wu is lame, unable to do heavy work, walk long distances, let alone go to the mountains to cut firewood.

In previous years, Zhao Lian was responsible for firewood.

Zhao Lian is capable and diligent. Although she does not collect much firewood every year, it is still quite a lot.

Even if the kang cannot be heated in winter, it will not be so short that there is no firewood for the brazier.

However, Zhao Lian is pregnant this year, her health is poor, and she can't do any work. She doesn't have a lot of firewood, so every piece of firewood has to be saved.

In the past, except for the time of one meal a day, the fire was not burned at other times.

Today is special, two fires were burned in succession.

Wu Bo slaughtered the good old hen and put it into the pot. There is no seasoning and side dishes, and it is completely stewed with water.

Home-aged hens grow up eating Cordyceps seeds, the meat is delicious, and the aroma soon wafts out.

The four sisters who were burning the fire swallowed secretly. They knew that it was for their mother's body, and no one made a fuss about eating it.

Wu's grandma and Wu's father looked distressed, but they didn't dare to say this, so they could only pretend that they didn't see it.

Grandma Wu used a small earthenware pot, washed it and put it in water, grabbed a small handful of broken rice into it, and boiled it on a small clay stove. This is the ration of Xiao Xiya.

Originally, it was saved early for my own children.

Broken rice is white rice, which has been stored in the family for almost two years, and it only weighs half a catty.

I don't know how Grandma Wu managed to keep it from getting worms.

The fragrance of rice soon wafted out, and it was the first time that Lao Wu's house had so many craving fragrances.

As soon as the rice soup was cooked, Xiao Xiya woke up, most likely because of being greedy.

Shrugging her small nose to sniff the unique smell in the air, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Zhao Lian couldn't laugh or cry, could a newborn milk baby be greedy?
Grandma Wu just happened to come in with rice soup, and asked with a smile, "Xia is awake?"

Zhao Lian nodded: "I should be hungry, swallowing my saliva."

Grandma Wu was also happy: "It's been so long since I've been born, I haven't eaten a single bite, so I'm not hungry. You pick it up, and I'll feed it."

"Okay," Zhao Lian sat up and hugged Xiao Xiya.

(End of this chapter)