Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 140 Yuanyuan

The whole family slept until noon and got up at lunch time. The two little ones had been lying on the bed, loving their younger sister for the whole morning.

"My sister is so lazy, why doesn't she get up and play with us?"

"Brother, why is my sister so ugly?"

The sister who was called ugly seemed to be angry and burst into tears immediately. The two little guys were so scared that they immediately shrank aside, saying from their hair to their toes: It wasn't us who did it.

Song Qinshi: "..."

Song Dazhuang skillfully checked his daughter's diaper and found it was wet. After changing her diaper with a new one, the child stopped crying immediately.

Song Xiaojiu and Song Xiaobao tiptoed over. This time they didn't dare to scold their sister. They only dared to touch her little hands and face secretly.

"It's so soft." Song Xiaojiu was surprised, then he touched his brother's face again and found that it was also soft, but his brother didn't cry, so he just touched his brother.

After her baby bump was touched several times, Song Xiaobao was full of puzzled expressions. She didn't quite understand why her brother didn't touch his sister anymore, but kept touching him.

Amao Song prepared lunch and brought it over. After putting the two kids down, she took them out to eat. The two of them kept looking back, reluctant to leave.

There is a custom of bathing the baby on the third day after birth here, but the Song family does not have that custom. When Song Qin first heard that a baby three days old should be bathed on the third day, she was completely confused.

"What if the three-day-old child catches a cold?"

Song Dazhuang also disagreed with the third-day bath, so the couple decided to wait until the baby was one month old and then hold a half-month banquet, and there was no need for the third-day bath.

Naturally, no one else had any objections. Grandpa Song looked at Song Xiaojiu playing with his younger brother, and thought that Song Xiaojiu and Song Xiaobao had not yet completed their household registration, so the family began to discuss the names of the three of them.

Song Chunlin looked at it strangely. He had always thought that these two people had registered household registration. Although the household registration was kept by him, he had never looked at it once. He didn't expect that the two younger brothers were still illegal residents?

"Grandpa, why don't my brothers have household registration?"

Grandpa Song explained to him: "We usually register children at the age of six, and only after they are registered do they have a real name."

Song Chunlin had only a vague idea of what was going on, but he watched everyone enthusiastically naming the three children.

Song Dazhuang was uneducated and simply named Song Xiaomei Song Chunhua, which was despised by everyone.

Song Chunsheng was very disgusted: "Dad, this name is too ugly. How can girls only be called flowers and grass? If so, let's just call Xiaojiu Chunshu and Xiaobao Chunmu."

Everyone was speechless. This was not much better than Chunhua's, and was even more rustic.

On the contrary, Song Dazhuang thought about it thoughtfully and actually felt that it was not bad.

The corners of Song Chunlin's mouth twitched: "Dad, if you really want to give them such names, not to mention Xiaojiu and Xiaobao, my sister will definitely hate you when she grows up." The two words "Chunhua" really have too strong a rural flavor. Whenever he thinks of these two words now, he automatically thinks of the image of a country girl with two pigtails, a big flowered jacket, and a flowered headscarf. He doesn't mean to say that country girls are bad. As a brother, he thinks his sister shouldn't look like this.

At the very least, they cannot be called Chunhua. As for Xiaojiu and Xiaobao, the name Chunshu easily reminds him of a certain island writer in his previous life. Chunmu sounds dull and it is not good either.

Song Chunlin looked at the blue sky outside, thought for a while, and suggested: "Why not let one of them be called Chunming and the other Chunxiao, so that they can sleep in spring without waking up at dawn and hear birds singing everywhere."

"Calling it Chunmian directly doesn't sound very nice, as it makes me feel like I can't wake up. Ming is a homophone for Mian, which fits the bright spring weather perfectly. How nice."

When everyone heard it, they all thought it sounded good, and Fu Nian looked at Song Chunlin with shining eyes.

"I didn't expect that spring would write poetry. What a beautiful line: I slept through the spring and didn't wake up until dawn, and I heard birds singing everywhere."

Song Chunlin felt a little embarrassed by his compliment, and he touched his nose and explained: "This is not a poem I wrote. How can I write poetry? I just memorized it from a book. The second half of the poem is: The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen."

Fu Nian was a little disappointed when he heard that he didn't write the poem, but after hearing the last two lines of the poem, that bright expression appeared on his face again.

"The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. Wonderful, really wonderful, who wrote this poem, does Chunlin know?"

Song Chunlin felt a little guilty: "It was written by a poet named Meng Haoran, but he doesn't seem to be very famous, hahahaha." Not only is he not famous, he wasn't even born yet.

Fu Nian's face was full of regret. How could he not be famous when he could write such good poems?

Grandpa Song quickly interrupted: "Chunlin is a good name. Chunming, Chunxiao, um, not bad, much better than your father and your brother."

The father and son who were ridiculed looked embarrassed and dared not say a word.

Grandpa Song made the final decision: "Then Xiaojiu will be called Chunming, Xiaobao will be called Chunxiao, and as for the younger sister, let Chunsheng's mother give her a nickname first. There's no rush."

After this, the family meeting was adjourned. Song Dazhuang returned to Song Qin's room and asked Song Qin to give her daughter a nickname.

This was not the first time that Song Qin gave children nicknames. Chunsheng, Chunlin and even Xiaobao were all nicknamed by her. After the children were given their full names, no one in the family called them by their nicknames anymore.

Song Qin was so happy that she gave birth to her long-awaited daughter that she thought of several nicknames, but was not satisfied with any of them.

"When we had Xiaobao before, we thought it would be our last child. We didn't expect that we would have such a precious girl. We can barely be considered to have both a son and a daughter, right?"

Song Dazhuang: "Why not? Both the girl and the boy are my treasures. Don't worry, she has four brothers. If anyone dares to bully her in the future, I will just let her four brothers go, hehe."

Song Qin couldn't bear it any longer, so she pinched the soft flesh on Song Dazhuang's waist and said, "What are you talking about? Let's talk business. I've thought of several names, but I'm not satisfied with any of them."

Song Dazhuang didn't dare to say that he had just named his daughter Chunhua, for he was afraid that his wife would beat him if she knew.

Finally, after discussing for a long time, the couple decided to name their daughter Yuanyuan, which means reunion.

When Grandpa Song heard the name, he said it was a good one: "Great, great, round, reunion, our family is really reunited this year."

Song Dahe, the uncle, also agreed: "Yeah, round, nice to hear."

Song Qinshi's confinement this year was more comfortable than the last time. She had a clean and soft bed, and she didn't need to get up at night to feed the baby because the daddy Song Dazhuang would get up to make milk powder for the baby. At first they were worried that the baby would only drink milk powder and not breast milk, but this daughter is very easy to raise, and she drinks both milk powder and breast milk with gusto.

The confinement meals are prepared by Song Song's grandmother according to the nutrition book. They are a combination of meat and vegetables, which are more nutritionally comprehensive and will not make people fat.

So during the entire confinement period, the women who came to visit Song Qin all felt that her complexion was more rosy and radiant than before giving birth, and her face did not show any fatigue from staying up late to take care of the baby. Everyone envied her for having such a family of in-laws.

Aunt Liu held the little Yuanyuan who had grown a little bit, and couldn't let her go.

"This little darling is so pretty. Look at his eyes and eyebrows. He looks so much like Mrs. Song."

Aunt Wang leaned over to take a look and said, "It's true. It's rare for a child of this age to be so beautiful. Your daughter will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up."

Some people also asked Song Qinshi for advice: "Sister Song, what did you eat when you were pregnant? This girl has big eyes and fair skin. She is so pretty."

"Yes, yes, after seeing this, we also want to give birth to a fair-skinned girl with big eyes."

Song Qin smiled and said, "Eat more fruits. When I was pregnant with Yuanyuan, I couldn't eat much every day, so I loved to eat fruits. Fruits are hard to find in winter, so I ate jam. The baby will be born naturally white and clean."

The person who asked the question's eyes immediately lit up: "Really? If that's the case, I'll get pregnant right away to try."

Song Qinshi: That’s not necessary.

Seeing that person eager to try, Song Qinshi could only pour cold water on her: "It's hard to predict whether you will have a baby. I only eat fruit when I can't eat and I'm hungry. Some people are different. Some people only want to eat meat and don't want to eat vegetables after they get pregnant."

When it comes to children, everyone has a common topic. They all say how strange their tastes became when they were pregnant. Eating fruits and meat are considered good, and some people like to eat pickles and plums, which are all within the normal range. There are even people who like to eat grass, that is, wild grass growing everywhere in the mountains. Those are not in the category of being edible, but they may cause problems if eaten.

"But he would be hungry if he didn't eat. He would cry with hunger at home. So his whole family went to the mountain to find edible grass for him and brought it back so that he could eat as much as he wanted. From then on, he never mentioned eating grass again."

The others were stunned: "There is such a strange taste. I thought eating sour plums was already weird."

"What's sour plum? I eat the green plums raw. My eldest thought they were sweet, but she took a big bite. The sourness made her cry."

The women inside were chatting animatedly, and the baby who was being watched became impatient, and she defecated a large pile of shit in front of everyone. Zhou Ning, who came to serve tea, came in and took the smelly Yuanyuan away to change her diaper, leaving everyone talking about him from behind.

"Your little brother is quite hardworking. He doesn't even have a child yet, but he has already learned how to feed the baby. That's great."

"Speaking of which, your Chunsheng has been married to Ning Ge'er for more than two months. When do you plan to give you a grandson?"

Song Qin frowned slightly, "It's still too early. It's harder for boys to get pregnant than for girls. We're not in a hurry. Ning'er has been lonely since he was young, and his body is a little weak. We dare not let him have a baby. We'd better take care of him and make him stronger so that he won't suffer too much during childbirth. It just so happens that I have to take care of Yuanyuan and can't spare my hands. Let him help. Won't we have experience in the future?"

Everyone nodded, "Sister Song is really thoughtful. The Zhou family is really unkind. How could they waste their own nephew like this? Fortunately, she married Chunsheng from your family. I think Chunsheng is also a man who loves his wife. Sister Zhou, you can relax now, right?"

Aunt Wang smiled and nodded: "Yes, thanks to marrying Chunsheng, you have taken care of Ning'er, and my cousin and his wife can rest in peace in peace."

This topic was a bit heavy, but fortunately Zhou Ning had already changed Yuanyuan's diaper. Holding the baby who had become sweet and soft again, everyone praised him again.

Before leaving, Aunt Wang deliberately walked last. She held Zhou Ning's hand and stood at the door, looking at Zhou Ning's no longer thin figure with satisfaction. In just over two months of a life of good food and drink, Zhou Ning had gained weight and his complexion became rosy. He was no longer the skinny guy with dry and yellow clothes as before.

Zhou Ning didn't know that spiritual spring water was added to the meals he ate every day. He only knew that since he married into the Song family, his health had visibly improved. He and Aunt Wang thought it was because of the good food and didn't think about anything else.

"Seeing you getting better and better, auntie is relieved. Your mother-in-law is also a kind person. We all live in the same village now. When you have time, visit auntie more often, okay?"

"I see, auntie. It's getting late, and your uncle is waiting for you to come home for dinner. This village is so close, I will definitely visit you often in the future."

"Oh, fine. I'll go back now. You can go in too. Don't delay cooking. I'll come back on the full moon day."

"Aunt Haodu, please slow down."

After seeing off his aunt, Zhou Ning turned back to the kitchen. Nowadays, Aunt Song is the chef for the Song family, and Zhou Ning helps her. Aunt Song is not shy about her skills and has passed on all the cooking techniques she has learned to Zhou Ning. Now Zhou Ning can also stir-fry two simple dishes by himself, but he is not as generous as Aunt Song when adding oil. Aunt Song adds oil in large spoonfuls, so the dishes are naturally colorful, fragrant and delicious.

Zhou Ning was not like that. He was worried about the oil. In fact, there was no lower-class people in that era who did not worry about the oil. Even the chefs in wealthy families probably did not use as much oil as Song A-mo when cooking.

Seeing Zhou Ning scooping out half a spoonful of oil to stir-fry a pot of vegetables, Song Ammo did not stop him. Now Zhou Ning put in much more oil than the first time. Song Ammo thought that if given some time, he should be able to get used to the Song family's way of cooking.

As soon as the fried vegetables came out of the pot and were served on the table, everyone could tell which dishes were cooked by Zhou Ning. Although they did not look as greasy as those cooked by Song A-mo, they actually tasted good and everyone finished eating them with great respect.

In the evening, Song Dazhuang discussed the menu for the full moon banquet with Song Qinshi. Song Qinshi suggested that it could be done like the pig-slaughtering banquet, but Song Dazhuang was not very satisfied.

"Yuanyuan is the only girl in our generation, oh no, in three generations. Her full-month banquet must be held in a grand manner. Do you think it would be too noisy if I invited a troupe of actors? What if they disturb my daughter's sleep?"