On the day Feng Qiaolan was discharged from the hospital, there was a big show at the entrance of the hospital.
The Yang family and the Ji family were still arguing over the back payment. Ji's mother, as the main force in the fight, made everyone red-faced and even cursed without repeating the words.
But the Yang family was not bad either. When the two Yang brothers and Yang's father appeared, they immediately suppressed her.
Feng Qiaolan saw that Yang Yue was not holding a child in her arms and scanned the area. No one was holding the child in either the Yang family or the Feng family, and there was no sign of the child. Feng's mother didn't let Feng Qiaolan watch and told her to leave quickly. It would be terrible if she got caught.
Feng Dafeng borrowed a bullock cart from the village and took Feng Qiaolan and the child back. People in the village tend to favor boys over girls. In this era of relying on labor force to earn a living, boys are indeed stronger than girls. To be precise, they have higher "value" and higher returns on raising them.
He and Feng's mother still wanted Feng Qiaolan to have a boy. After being looked down upon for so many years, they really wanted to straighten their backs.
Unfortunately, Feng Qiaolan also gave birth to a girl. Although Feng Dafeng was disappointed, he didn't show any signs of it. Let the baby be a girl. It was also the first one. As long as the mother and daughter were safe.
Ji Huai was even less concerned than them. He was very indifferent and didn't mention other things at all.
Back in the village, Ji Huai received the manuscript fee from the journal. In it was not only the manuscript fee, but also a letter. The general meaning was that he hoped that he would contribute more articles and that he would write a more detailed analysis.
While he was reading the letter, Feng Qiaolan sat aside with her daughter in her arms, looking at the money inside with a puzzled look on her face. When she learned that it was the manuscript fee sent by the journal, she was slightly stunned and at the same time happy for him.
That night at the dinner table, she even mentioned it.
In the past, Feng's mother and Feng Dafeng's impression of scholars was that they knew how to read a few words. Recently, Feng Dafeng also found a lot of Morinda citrifolia and made much more money than the teacher in the village. He began to feel that reading was not the best. Go dig the dirt.
At present, Ji Huai can earn royalties by writing articles. It is definitely easier to make money by writing articles than by digging in the mountains. Feng Dafeng looked coy, not wanting to admit that his son-in-law's status in the family was getting higher and higher for the time being.
He had to be strong for half his life, but he was about to be compared to him. He had to accept his old age, but he was also relieved at the same time.
"Dad." Ji Huai didn't realize what he was thinking, so he gave him thirty yuan and said, "The villagers are organizing a full moon wine, and I also want to do it for Tongtong. Xiaolan and I don't know what to prepare. Maybe You and Mom need to worry more."
Tongtong is a nickname given by Feng Qiaolan.
"A full-moon banquet?" Feng's mother was still a little surprised. People in the village rarely do this, especially for female babies. If this is done, it must be that a family has given birth to several male babies in succession, and then a female baby is born, so maybe they will do it.
Of course, when Ji Huai proposed to do it, she was naturally happy and willing to help.
Feng Dafeng's eyes flashed slightly, and he pushed the money back, "You can do whatever you want. Her mother and I are still short of this little money. The little one is still drinking milk powder, so you can keep it."
One big and one small, they were all big money spenders, and they were both men, so he never wanted to relieve Ji Huai's pressure.
"Take it, otherwise I won't be practical and I still have a lot of things to work on. The price of meat has gone up a bit recently, so it costs a lot of money. If I write more articles, I can make a lot of money, so don't be too frugal. Wait." After Ji Huai finished speaking, he looked at his daughter and Feng Qiaolan, his expression much softer, "The child's name has not been chosen yet. Dad, if you are free, give Tongtong a name."
Before he finished his last words, Feng Dafeng was startled, feeling confused, and then his face became unnatural, "You are a scholar, so I have to give you a name. I am a rural person, how can I know what to name?"
"Xiaolan's name was chosen by you. Isn't it nice? You are her grandfather, so it is you who chooses the name." Ji Huai spoke modestly.
He was considered as a daughter-in-law, so it was okay for her to call her grandpa Feng Dafeng, but calling her grandpa would make her unfamiliar.
Feng Dafeng said no, and seemed to be embarrassed, but in fact he thought about it that night.
After choosing a name, he showed it to the goddess in the next village. It had to be a name that could bring good luck, and it was best to bless the child with a worry-free life.
Finally decided on a name: Jiayu.
As for the surname, Ji Huai had already said that it would be decided by drawing lots.
Feng Dafeng was very ridiculous when he heard it. How could anyone take the woman's surname? Never heard of such a thing. If a man values his bloodline and doesn't take his last name, he will be ridiculed.
Ji Huai disagreed, but asked, "Just a surname, can it change the fact that she is my daughter? What is there to be laughed at? When Xiaolan and I got married, many people were talking behind our backs, and it did not affect our lives at all. How sad would it be to live in the opinions of others?"
"In the village, only when you give birth to a son can you hold your head high. If the family has more labor force, then they can live a good life. You only gave birth to Xiaolan. It stands to reason that if the family has less labor force, life will really be difficult? What if we In the future, if we only give birth to Tongtong, Xiaolan and I will teach her how to read and learn a skill. As long as she does not rely on physical strength to make a living, she will not lose to men."
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His words caused Feng Dafeng to think deeply. In the end, he said nothing. He just sighed and nodded, and took a deep look at the child in Feng Qiaolan's arms.
Ji Huai didn't intend to completely change his thoughts. A person's thoughts have been solidified for decades and it will be difficult to change for a while. It would be good if he didn't object.
He wrote two surnames on two paper balls and placed them in the baby's tiny hands.
The little baby's little eyes looked at his father, and his little tongue stuck out. Compared with when she was just born, her appearance is a little more open. Ji Huai sat next to her, holding her hand with his little hand, "The name was given by grandpa. It is up to you to decide whether to take your father's surname or your mother's surname."
Feng Qiaolan stood aside and watched. She wasn't nervous, but Feng Dafeng was nervous and said he didn't care. It was best to have Ji Huai's surname and not to bother. In fact, keep your eyes on it.
Ji Huaigang put the paper ball in his daughter's hand and shook it gently, hoping that one would fall out. Who knew that the little guy was pulling tightly, and his little hand kept moving around, but would not let go.
"Huh?" Ji Huai raised his eyebrows and leaned over to look at his daughter, "Do you want both? Is that called Ji Feng Jiayu? Or Feng Jiayu?"
There are no longer a few people who have both parents’ surnames.
"!##￥%..." The little baby made a sound, looked at the father in front of him, and closed his eyes.
"..." Ji Huai gently pinched her little finger, "You can only choose one, two are not good, so listen to dad."
He gently shook his little hand again, but the paper ball did not fall out. Instead, the baby cried at the top of his lungs, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [oh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
She chose her last name while crying, and the paper ball said: Feng.
Feng Dafeng's heart skipped a beat, feeling happy and complicated at the same time. It was hard to describe the taste. Ji Huai, on the other hand, didn't react at all. He picked up his daughter and coaxed her, "This is your choice. We will take our mother's surname and call her Feng Jiayu. How nice it sounds."
People's psychology is so wonderful. Feng Dafeng said he didn't care. When his real surname was Feng, he couldn't hide his smile.
Feng Qiaolan had to continue her confinement period when she returned home. She was not allowed to blow dry or take a shower, and her whole body had to be wrapped tightly.
Ji Huai bought five chickens before and caught six birds to keep. The chickens laid eggs, and there were a lot of vegetables in the vegetable garden recently. Her life was much more nourishing.
Stewed chicken soup, stewed bird soup, stewed pork ribs...
When Ji Huai and Feng Dafeng went to dig Morinda citrifolia in the mountains, they would occasionally dig out one or two yams, and they would make soup for her.
The fish in the river were plump, and Feng Dafeng would also catch them and bring them back to replenish her body.
Meat, meat, meat all day long, meat every day.
The birds are fattened up and have a lot of meat, and the egg-laying hens have a lot of meat. After stewing in the morning, half of it is left to stew in the afternoon.
Thanks to her luck, meat appeared on the table at home for several days in a row. After all, she couldn't eat that much by herself and her appetite was small. If the meat is not fried, it will stink. If the meat is fried, it is not suitable for pregnant women to eat. Only they can eat it.
Ji Huai went up the mountain to dig Morinda citrifolia today and caught another bird. Now that the weather is getting warmer, the birds have something to eat, so it is difficult to catch them, but there will be one or two.
When Feng's mother saw him coming back, she smiled and said, "Just in time, the food is cooked, it's time to eat."
After she finished speaking, she carried a large bowl of chicken soup to Feng Qiaolan's house. There were wolfberry and red dates floating on the surface of the chicken soup. Not to mention the extra supplement, it was very fragrant.
Feng Qiaolan was making milk powder for her daughter. When she saw it was chicken soup, she said, "Mom, I want to eat porridge and pickles."
Feng's mother suspected that she had heard wrong, and wanted to raise her hand to poke her head, "When people are in confinement, they want to eat meat every day. You are better off. You want to eat porridge and pickles. What are you thinking?"
"It's meat every day." Feng Qiaolan was helpless. From the time she was admitted to the hospital, she ate meat every day, and Feng's mother even went to the village to exchange grain for eggs. She had to eat four brown sugar eggs a day for several days, which was really unbearable.
"Yes, there is meat every day. After eating so much meat, you have no milk. The baby can only drink milk powder." Feng's mother has already begun to kiss her from generation to generation. She feels sorry for her little granddaughter and looks at her little granddaughter playing by herself on the bed. , said with emotion, "You are so young, you can only drink milk powder and goat's milk, and you still hate eating meat every day."
"I don't dislike it." How could Feng Qiaolan dare to dislike it? Sit down and eat obediently.
Mother Feng watched her eat most of it, then went out and said, "Is it enough? There is not enough for the kitchen."
"That's enough, that's enough. I won't eat anymore." Feng Qiaolan quickly refused.
Feng's mother wanted to urge her to eat more, but Feng Qiaolan's face showed fear. In the end, Feng's mother had no choice but to eat the rest.
On the dining table outside.
Feng's mother asked Ji Huai to add more meat, "Eat more, there is still a lot more, eat a few more pieces."
Ji Huai: "Mom and Dad, you should also eat more."
Feng Dafeng took a piece of meat and was eating. Feng's mother took two bites and looked at the food, feeling a little sad, "Others gain weight during confinement, but Xiaolan doesn't gain any meat during confinement." I looked at the child She didn’t bother her too much. She couldn’t eat this or that, and she didn’t feed the children. She killed three chickens and several birds, and I don’t know where they went.”
She was muttering, and both Feng Dafeng and Ji Huai silently slowed down their movements.
Feng Dafeng may have eaten more meat during this period than he had in several years before. There is no way, if you don’t finish this meal, you will still have it for the next meal. Isn’t this a waste
He has gained some weight.
As for Ji Huai, he was even worse. Every night, Feng's mother brought a bowl of brown sugar and eggs. Feng Qiaolan couldn't finish it. Someone must be digesting it, and he couldn't resist her.
It is estimated that after confinement, his face will become fatter and miserable.