Mother Chen poured out half a bowl of boiled milk, and the aroma of milk wafted throughout the kitchen, even people in the yard could smell it.
Man Bao and the others followed Mother Chen into the main room one after another, watching her breastfeed the baby.
The milk still had some taste, which was obviously different from the rice soup he drank before, so the child habitually vomited it out again.
After being unable to feed it several times in a row, Mother Chen couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This milk is not good, how can it be so wasted
Chen's mother couldn't help pressing his lips, forced the milk in without taking out the spoon.
Sitting on the sidelines watching, Qian was startled, and quickly pulled her hand away. The child had already coughed, his face turned red at first, and then turned blue. He moved his hands and feet with difficulty, and then the movements became slower and slower.
Man Bao was not happy anymore, he pushed Mother Chen and picked up the child, turned around and handed it to her mother, "Mom, you hug."
Mrs. Qian took the child quickly, wiped off the things he spit out, and gently pacified him. Seeing that his movements slowed down, she only moaned and cried twice, and then took the spoon from Mother Chen's hand Carefully feed him.
She said softly to Chen Shi who got up to watch with concern: "Children also have tempers. They are just like adults. If they are uncomfortable, they will naturally feel uncomfortable. We are adults. When we are uncomfortable, we can speak out, cry, and curse. He is a child, nothing is good, but it is certain that he is in a bad mood."
Qian Shi said: "You have also heard from the doctor that this child is holding back too much, he is not feeling well, and he is also hungry, and his temper must be bigger than ordinary children. At this time, you have to follow him, otherwise Why are you fighting against a newborn child? In the end, you are not the one who suffers?"
"Yes." Mrs. Chen replied, looked at her mother, and said, "Auntie give him to me, I'll feed him."
"No need," Qian said with a smile, "you're not moving yet, and I have nothing to do here, so why don't you just feed me?"
Qian Shi put a towel on his chest, breastfeeding him carefully, and let him vomit if he vomited.
Babies spit up milk when breastfeeding, let alone goat milk.
From Qian's point of view, even the Bai family sent a whole sheep, are they afraid that the child's milk will not be enough
She patiently followed the child to play the game of "feeding me and throwing up". She is more patient than adults, which most children can't match.
Sure enough, he didn't know if he was tired and didn't want to vomit anymore, or he was really hungry. He took a bite, and then he didn't vomit anymore.
At this time, half a bowl of milk has bottomed out.
Mother Chen looked at the half-wet towel, her heart ached, but when Mrs. Qian looked over, she went to the kitchen and poured another half a bowl.
Qian Shi finished feeding him.
The child was still smashing his mouth, but Qian didn't feed him again, "Such a small child doesn't have a big appetite, but he should be fed frequently, and he will be fed again in an hour."
Zhou Hu came in from the outside and asked with concern: "Did he drink it?"
Qian carefully wiped off the milk stains on his body, and said with a smile: "Drink it."
Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the youngest son, then at his wife, and said, "From now on, this child will be called Sanshou, and he will be next to his brothers."
This was originally the name they had thought up for their child, and it was thought of when Dafu was born, and it can be used no matter whether it is a son or a daughter.
But since the child was born, he has not decided on a name, because he, like the doctor, feels that the possibility of the child surviving is very low.
If you can't survive, of course there is no need for a name.
But now that the child is drinking milk, the hope of surviving is even greater.
Mrs. Qian has raised many children and is very good at taking care of them. Although Mrs. Chen is already a mother of two children, she is far inferior to Mrs. Qian in this respect.
So the husband and wife listened to her instructions very seriously, and when she was about to leave, Zhou Hu filled her with a big pot of sweet wine and asked her to take it back to eat.
He grinned, "Auntie, this sweet wine nourishes the blood and warms up the body, you can take it back and give Brother Da Lang a taste."
Zhou Dalang had internal bleeding in a fight some time ago, and he has been recuperating at home.
Qian did not refuse and accepted it.
Man Bao volunteered to carry it.
Of course, she couldn't lift it alone, so Bai Shanbao helped her.
It wasn't true that Qian was powerless, so he directly took the basin from the two of them, glanced at them and said, "Go home quickly."
Zhou Hu also wanted to send some rum to the Bai family, but felt that it was too cheap to give away for a while.
Qian Shi was not sensitive to other people's affairs, so he led the two children back to Lao Zhou's house without realizing it.
She couldn't help praising the two children, of course she was praising Bai Shanbao emphatically, she immediately touched his little head and said with a smile: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Regardless of whether you can survive three lives or not, you will die If you get lucky, there will always be good fortune in the future."
Bai Shanbao looked at Qian with bright eyes.
The excitement at Zhou Hu’s house lasted only one day. Relatives and friends gathered today to visit Mrs. Chen and the children, and gave them rice noodles and eggs. There is work to be done.
Chen's mother stayed to take care of Chen's family. There was no other way. Zhou Hu's parents passed away two years ago, and there was no one to take care of Chen's family.
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao felt that Sanshou was destined, so they often went to their house to see him after school. Mrs. Chen was still lying in bed unable to move, but Sanshou grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
First, his complexion became less pale. It is said that he had to eat eight times a day, each time in a small bowl; then the redness and wrinkles on his face disappeared a little, and his facial features became clearer; finally, his crying was no longer a soft sound. Fine and dense, once he peed, he cried out uncomfortably, although it would not scare Man Bao, but the sound was much louder.
Because of this, although Chen still couldn't get out of bed, the smile on his face became more.
Man Bao was attracted by this little doll, and left Poria cocos behind. One day, when Zhou Zhou limped back with a basket of wild mushrooms on his back, she realized that the family had never been able to find them again. Poria, but the wild mushroom business is doing well.
But apparently, the business is now taking a hit too.
Zhou Zhoulang was very angry, put down the basket and said: "Although the mountain has been divided, unless there is good wood or something grown by oneself, the game growing in this mountain has never been heard to belong to any one family. The two of them are good. They drove us away with a hoe, fortunately we ran fast, otherwise they would have robbed us of everything in the basket.”
Wu Wulang was also very angry, "The fourth brother fell behind with his things on his back, and even fell down. Fortunately, he didn't break any bones, otherwise they would have looked good."