Wu Huiniang lay on the bed and woke up faintly.
After she exhausted her strength, she fainted when she heard the child's first cry.
At this moment, countless people were talking and noisy outside, so she naturally woke up.
She heard her mother-in-law's voice.
"Hui Niang gave birth to a daughter for our family. She is a great contributor to our family. If anyone says that Hui Niang is not lucky because she did not give birth to a son, I will be angry with them." Cheng Wanwan said with a smile, but her voice was a little cold, " The mother needs to rest after giving birth, and the baby needs to sleep, so everyone should go back."
Everyone in the village dispersed.
Wu Huiniang lay on the bed with tears streaming down her face.
When she was pregnant, her biggest fear was giving birth to a daughter. It wasn't that she didn't like her daughter, but that her mother-in-law wouldn't like her.
Her mother-in-law gave birth to four sons in a row in her life. If she gave birth to a daughter, it would definitely be her fault. She was afraid that her mother-in-law would not treat her favorably in the future.
But now her mother-in-law's words let her know that she had been too worried all along.
She covered her lips and couldn't help crying.
"Oh, you just gave birth to a baby. Why are you crying? You don't have eyes anymore?" Mrs. Wen walked in with a bowl of chicken soup, "Quickly wipe your tears and I'll feed you the chicken soup."
Zhao Dashan hurriedly said: "Second Aunt, let me do it."
"This won't work." Mrs. Wen protected the bowl in her hand, "Your mother gave me wages, and for the past month and a half, all the affairs of Hui Niang and the children have been left to me. At night, Hui Niang and I sleep together, and you and Er Gou squeeze in. A squeeze.”
Zhao Dashan scratched his head: "This, this is not good..."
He wants to take care of his own daughter-in-law by himself.
"What's wrong?" Wen said while feeding him chicken soup. "A newborn baby wakes up once an hour in the middle of the night. When he opens his mouth, he needs to drink milk and change diapers. You have to work during the day, so what's the point? Focus on taking care of your children, don't worry, I will take good care of your wife and daughter."
Zhao Dashan cleaned up the room and then went out.
After Mrs. Wen finished feeding the chicken soup, she lifted up Wu Huiniang's clothes: "Don't be shy, I want to give you milk, otherwise the child will starve."
She rubbed it vigorously to help clear the meridians, then brought the groggy little girl over and let the child suck.
The little guy sucked for a while and suddenly burst into tears.
"Oh, this milk is not enough." Wen Shi picked up the child and coaxed her, "Hui Niang, I know you can't eat just after giving birth, but you have to eat. There is still a lot of chicken soup in the pot. You can drink another bowl. The more milk you drink, the more milk you drink.”
In the past, she drank vegetable soup to increase her milk supply, but there was no chicken soup. The hens had to be left to lay eggs.
The eldest sister-in-law really has nothing to say to this eldest daughter-in-law.
Just as he was talking, Cheng Wanwan opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of goat's milk in his hand: "It has just been boiled and allowed to cool. Give it to the child quickly, so as not to starve."
Wen Shi laughed: "Sister-in-law, with such a big bowl, the child can't finish it in one day."
The mother's milk supply is low at first, and the baby's appetite is also small. A little bit from the bottom of the bowl is enough for each meal.
She spooned in a spoonful, and the little guy fell asleep with his eyes closed, satisfied.
Cheng Wanwan rubbed his hands and said dryly: "Can I give you a hug?"
Wen quickly handed the child over.
"Wait a minute!" Cheng Wanwan paused, "I put my hand here, right? Will it wake her up..."
Wen thought of the past, when her eldest sister-in-law gave birth to Dashan, her eldest brother was not at home, and the child was given to her mother-in-law after birth. The four Dashan brothers were basically raised by her mother-in-law. Her eldest sister-in-law didn't care about her son at all before. I didn't expect to like my granddaughter so much.
She carefully told Cheng Wanwan how to hold the child.
A newborn baby has soft bones and is wrapped in a blanket. It feels soft when you hold it, and has no sense of existence at all.
Cheng Wanwan looked at the child tenderly and said, "I named the child Yuezhu, Huiniang, do you think it's okay?"
"Zhao Yuezhu." Wu Huiniang murmured, "A bright pearl like the moon. This name is too precious and not suitable for a country girl..."
"Xiao Zhuzhu is the most precious pearl in our family." Cheng Wanwan couldn't help but kiss the little guy's forehead, "From now on, you will be Zhuzhu, Xiao Zhuzhu."
"That's a nice name."
Zhao Sidan walked in quietly from the door and liked the name as soon as he heard it.
When he saw Cheng Wanwan hugging his niece tightly and kissing her, he suddenly felt jealous.
He said sourly: "Mom, don't you favor girls over boys?"
Cheng Wanwan was immersed in the joy of having a little granddaughter. Without raising her head, she asked perfunctorily: "Why do you say that?"
"In my memory, my mother has never hugged me." Zhao Sidan's mouth can be hung with an oil can, "Also, the names of my eldest brother, second brother and third brother were chosen at random, and my niece's name is It’s obvious that Mom has been thinking about it for a long, long time… Mom said she would give us names before, did she forget it?”
Cheng Wanwan smiled and touched the little guy's head: "I picked it up a long time ago, but I just didn't find the chance to tell you."
She handed the child to Wen Shi, pulled Zhao Sidan to the main room, and then took out a piece of paper from her room, with four names written on it from top to bottom.
Everyone in the room gathered around.
"Auntie, your handwriting..." Shen Zheng looked disgusted, "My father said my handwriting is like a dog crawling, and aunt's handwriting is like a bug..."
"My second aunt only took three months from literacy to writing, and how many years have it been since you were three years old?" Cheng Zhao said lightly, "Are you embarrassed to compare with my second aunt?"
Shen Zheng: "..."
Forget it, he'd better shut up and say nothing.
Zhao Dashan looked at the three words in the first line and slowly read out: "Zhao Jingxing."
It sounds very formal, is it suitable for a peasant like him?
"My name is, Zhao Jingcheng." Zhao Ergou's eyes lit up, "Mom, I like this name very much!"
Zhao Sanniu leaned over and said, "Zhao Jingyu, why does my word look the most complicated..."
Zhao Sidan blinked his eyes: "My name is Zhao Jingsi. It's easy to pronounce. Mom, why do you choose these words? Do you have any explanation?"
"It should be taken from "Encouragement to Learning", "Achievements come from hard work rather than play, success comes from thinking, failure comes from following along." Cao Yingying said thoughtfully, "The four words "Achievements come from thinking" correspond to each of your names. "
"Yingying is right." Cheng Wanwan explained with a smile, "This sentence means that to achieve great things, a person needs to think repeatedly and independently. If he makes choices and decisions casually, it will easily lead to failure. . I chose this name because I hope that no matter what you do in the future, you will not make hasty and rash decisions, but think carefully and thoughtfully, and take steady steps step by step."
She paused and said, "Let this be your name. When you need a name in the future, let the teacher pick it up. Dashan, you can go to Li Zheng's place sometime and change the registered name."
There was no information system in ancient times. The names and origins of the villagers were all written in a booklet at Li Zheng's house. They could just rewrite it. For the children who were practicing calligraphy at home, this was not a big deal. .
"Great!" Zhao Sidan jumped three feet high, "Then I will be called Zhao Jingsi from now on. You guys can call me Xiaosi, okay?"
Shen Zheng deliberately teased him: "Hey, I have to call you Sidan!"
Ah Fu scratched his chin: "I think Sidan sounds better, so I'll call you Sidan too."
Zhao Dashan nodded: "No matter what name you change, you will still be our little Sidan."
Everyone in the room couldn't help laughing.
