After returning home, she was still a little depressed.
Yunfei was worried and followed her to her room, where he would take turns staying overnight every night.
They are both pregnant women, so naturally they don't need him to do anything, they just want to accompany her.
After all, there are so many things to worry about during pregnancy, which pregnant woman doesn’t want her husband by her side?
So he didn't hide away and stayed with them one by one.
Seeing Du Qingliu sitting by the bed and secretly feeling sad, he gently sat next to her.
"I know you feel sorry for your mother-in-law, but you must also pay attention to your body, don't think too much, and live well to have a future."
Du Qingliu murmured with dull eyes: "Is there really a future?
I can't bear to see my little mother suffer, and I'm even more afraid that one day we will be separated forever.
Even if I am willing to raise her, my father will not let her go. Mom's embroidery work can make money, so they will not let her go. "
"Earn money..." Yunfei lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Then...what if my mother-in-law can no longer make money?"
"Um?"
"That's probably because she can't even wake up." Du Qingliu said in a calm tone.
Besides death, what other possibility is there to stop embroidering?
"That's not necessarily the case."
Hearing this, Du Qingliu looked at him expectantly and prayed: "Husband, do you have any ideas?"
"I'll tell you after I think about it. Don't worry too much. Your body has just recovered and your mood swings are too high. It's not good for the child. Just let me solve these things."
Yunfei can't learn to be glib, but he knows how to give a woman a sense of security, and he also understands that what she wants to hear is not comfort.
is the answer to the problem.
He had always felt that verbal comfort was too pale.
The temporary happiness after being comforted does not really mean relief. It can only be said to suppress the mood and give some time to solve the problem.
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The next day, Yunfei, who was not prepared to favor one thing over another, accompanied Zhao Baozhu back to her parents' home with gifts in hand.
Although her mother, Yuanshi, was the head wife, her status in the family was not high.
The reason why she was able to secure her position as a wife was because of her skills in raising pigs. The pigs she fed rarely died of illness.
She is responsible for being the virtuous housekeeper, while his wife He is responsible for being the interpreter.
She has a delicate face, enchanting figure, knows how to dress up, and has given birth to a son to Butcher Zhao. How can she not be favored?
As soon as the wind blew by the pillow, the tall butcher Zhao screamed heartily.
When she cut her hand while washing dishes, she had to be coaxed for a long time. After coaxing her back to the room, Yuan was left to clean up the mess by herself and take care of her husband's two children after eating.
Zhao Baozhu's sister, Zhao Mingzhu, is two years younger than her. She always likes to contradict her, and she has probably imitated her mother's attitude of being upset at the slightest hint of wind.
The younger brother Zhao Jinshan is ten years old and has a little bully.
He knew that in this family, he didn't have to listen to anyone except his father and his own mother.
Therefore, Yuanshi and Zhao Baozhu are usually greeted back and forth.
When Yunfei and Zhao Baozhu came to the door, Butcher Zhao had just returned from drinking and was very drunk.
Seeing them coming, I just asked, "It's not the New Year or the holiday, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Baozhu, who had long been accustomed to his father's indifference, still felt his heart sting.
She looked a little embarrassed and said, "My daughter is going home to give New Year's gifts to her parents."
Butcher Zhao's eyes moved to the things in their hands, his head was a little dizzy, and his tone became a little impatient, "Take it back, our family is not short of your three melons and two dates."
"Dad, don't you want your daughter to come in?"
Faced with his daughter's question, Butcher Zhao was a little angry and said with anger in his eyes: "Are you teaching your father to do things?"
"You've only been married for so long and you're already trying to bully me. You're really an immature loser."
"Isn't my sister a loser?" After finishing speaking, Zhao Baozhu pursed her lips tightly and restrained herself.
"Your sister is different."
"What's the difference? Aren't they all girls?"
Butcher Zhao frowned a little irritably and said, "It's different just because it's different. Why are you asking so many questions?"
Go find your mother and don't bother me. "
After saying that, he staggered into a room, not caring whether his daughter and son-in-law, who were still standing at the door, wanted to enter the room.
Zhao Baozhu tightened her fingers, that was Er Niang's room.
At the window of another room, Zhao Mingzhu stood there, giving her a proud smile.
No one in the whole family came to entertain them.
She said in a somewhat dull tone: "Mr., let's go back. Mom may have gone to feed the pigs."
The pigsty is far away, outside the town.
Grandma lives there and looks after the pigs, and her mother has to feed the pigs every day.
Weed the pigs, cook the pigs' food, and then take a few trips outside the town, rain or shine, day after day.
After going home from work, you still have to do household chores. After all, there are a room full of delicate babies, and none of them can get a trace of dirt.
Ask Zhao Mingzhu to light a fire, and she can burn the kitchen and burn two of her fingers red.
Whenever He Erniang cries, her father will scold her mother and say that she is a jealous woman. Because she is dissatisfied with his doting on He Erniang, he treats Zhao Mingzhu harshly.
Let her come at him if she has anything, and don't find reasons to bully He Erniang and her daughter.
And Zhao Mingzhu was not allowed to work, saying that she was weak and would marry a scholar as a wife in the future, so she did not need to learn these menial jobs.
But when he said that, he never thought that his eldest daughter Zhao Baozhu would be able to make fire at the age of five.
Isn't Yunfei angry?
Of course they were angry, but their purpose was not to visit Butcher Zhao.
He also knew that Zhao Baozhu definitely didn't want to leave just like that. The reason why he said to leave was probably because she felt that her father was looking down on him and she was afraid that he would be angry.
So he walked straight into the house and said calmly: "It's okay, let's wait for mother to come back."
The two of them were sitting in the main room. Yunfei took out a handful of sunflower seeds and gave them to her to eat, and then took out a storybook to read.
"You're here now, don't be in a hurry to leave. You have to meet me once before you can feel at ease."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Baozhu... It was Baozhu who made you suffer." Zhao Baozhu's eyes were red, and his heart was filled with guilt.
She has long been used to the cold looks from her family.
I just felt sorry for her husband, who was so kind to her, but he had to accompany her to suffer.
If she didn't want my mother to meet her husband, she actually wanted to come back on her own.
The two of them have been staying in the main room. Zhao Baozhu doesn't have a separate room. He used to live with his mother, so it's not easy to take Yunfei to have a rest.
It was not until noon that Yuan returned home tiredly, carrying the swill bucket.
Very happy to see them.
"Mom, my husband is coming back with me to see you."
"Hey, okay, pretty good. Are you hungry? Mom is going to cook for you."
That's right, Butcher Zhao's family had lunch because the people in that house were weak and couldn't get hungry.
When it comes to food, Butcher Zhao never thought of treating Yuanshi and Zhao Baozhu harshly. Even if he didn't like it, they were still his wife and daughter, so they wouldn't be short of a bite.
What's more, Yuanshi still has uses.
(End of chapter)
