Farmer of Shu Han

On one side of the school is the courtyard where Feng Yong and others live, and on the other side is the kindergarten.

At this time, a young woman hurriedly walked to the gate of the kindergarten and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door creaked open, and an old woman poked her head out. Seeing the young woman, she asked with a smile, "Miss Xi is here to see the child again? Come in quickly."

The young woman called "Xin Niangzi" smiled and nodded in thanks before stepping inside.

The nursery hall is also a yard. Although it is not as big as the school, it is not too small.

The inside is further divided into two courtyards, one large and one small.

The large yard is for those children who are four or five years old and have already developed a sense of discrimination.

They are here to learn the most basic Chinese.

In the small yard, there are all young children who have no ability to act independently, and the oldest child is just learning to walk.

Although there are many people in the textile workshop, there are not many children under the age of five.

After all, this is an era of hunger and an era of unsanitary conditions.

If you are pregnant, you may not be able to give birth, if you are born, you may not be able to survive, if you survive, you may not be able to raise...

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone in the textile workshop and ranch, the school and kindergarten, together with the small courtyard of Feng Yong and others, are the most important buildings in this area.

Because here for the first time, they don't have to worry about their children not eating well and not wearing warm clothes.

Three meals a day, even they themselves have not been able to treat their children so well.

"Auntie."

Xi Niang walked into the small courtyard and called out.

"Xiniang, why are you here again?"

Hearing the cry, a middle-aged woman who was holding the baby and putting him to sleep turned around and said something immediately when she saw that it was her daughter-in-law.

"Well, my daughter came to see the child."

Xi Niang stepped forward, only to realize that the woman was not holding her child in her arms.

"The child is already asleep, over there."

The woman gestured.

"Let me coax you, talk to Xi Niang."

Another woman came and took the baby.

"Auntie, these are meat pancakes, you can eat them."

Xi Niang handed over the Roujiamo she was holding.

The middle-aged woman frowned, looked at Xi Niang, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it. We all have steamed buns with white noodles and a bowl of millet for lunch. It's not like you don't know, Auntie."

"Then where did this come from?"

Xi Niang blushed slightly, lowered her head, "Brother Li gave it to you."

The middle-aged woman shook her head, "You are tired from work, it is you who eat to nourish your body. Although the child is about to be weaned now, he always needs to be fed once a day, so you are still tired."

"It's an easy job for me to look after the children here, so I can't afford to eat so well."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but think that before the war in Nanzhong, her family had no worries about food and clothing. How could she give way to a meatloaf?

It's just that Nanzhong's nightmarish experience last year made the two of them often wake up in the middle of the night in fright.

The two originally aunts and daughters-in-law walked through this life together because they depended on each other, but the relationship they cultivated is closer than their own mother and daughter.

Seeing that others didn't notice this, the middle-aged woman put the meatloaf back into Xi Niang's hand, and said softly, "Xiniang, you have a good temper, good-looking person, and skillful hands. It is my husband who is not lucky."

"You are my dear daughter in my heart now. My daughter wants to get married. As a mother, I always want to let you marry a better family. If you have another one to rely on, I will be happy in my heart." Yes, it's just that you really think it's him?"

After hearing this, Xi Niang laughed at herself, "Auntie, with what we are like, we are already lucky to be seen by others. How dare we pick and choose again?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The middle-aged woman squeezed Xi Niang's hand vigorously, "If you don't tell me about those things, who knows?"

"God knows, and so do I."

Xi Niang smiled sadly, "The people who came out of that place, how can they be clean? Brother Li used to fight in Nanzhong, and he probably saw more things than us."

"Since he knows where I came from, he is willing to accept me, even for me, even the child's surname is not changed, it shows that he is sincere."

"After those incidents, I also understand that nothing is better than having a family in peace."

"His leg is lame, that Feng Langjun will definitely not let him go to war again. He is really kind to me, and he can live a safe life, that is better than anything else."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, if you believe him, that's him."

Seeing Xi Niang's appearance, the middle-aged woman quickly coaxed, "If you want to live with him, then you have to live well."

As he said that, he glanced at the sleeping child, and sighed, "I've thought about it, it's better for this child to follow his surname, otherwise, what's the matter if a child with a different surname stays between the two of you?" ?”

"Let's talk about this family, there are only two of us women left. Without a man, what do you care about your husband's surname? The child doesn't understand anything, so he treats it as his own and raises it since he was a child, so as not to have trouble with him. "

Xi Niang wiped her tears and said with a smile, "Then why didn't Auntie change her surname a few days ago?"

"That's because I made things difficult for him on purpose and wanted you to find a better one. Now that you are determined and he is willing to do this for you, then I have nothing to say."

The middle-aged woman was not in a good mood.

"I know that Auntie treats me well."

Xi Niang said coquettishly.

"Not right," the middle-aged woman pondered for a moment, then shook her head suddenly, "Not right."

"What's wrong?"

Xi Niang raised her heart again.

"My husband's family is gone, what's my name?"

The middle-aged woman sighed, looked at Xi Niang, "From now on, you should still call me Grandma."

"Yes, Mom."

Xi Niang yelled happily. For the two of them, this was a very logical thing, and then she stuffed the meat sandwich into the middle-aged woman's hand, "Mum, you eat meat pancakes."

The middle-aged woman did not refuse this time, she smiled, picked it up and took a bite, and after swallowing, she said, "Are you satisfied now?"

Xi Niang smiled and nodded.

She walked to her child, squatted down quietly, looked at the child's sleeping face, and thought to herself, the child's complexion is much better than in that horrible place! It's red and moist, so pretty!

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"You, come here less at noon in the future. Although parents of children are allowed to come in at noon, it is not appropriate to go in and out every day."

"This nursery school was opened by the lord to make it easier for women to go to work. You come to see your own children every day. If someone says you don't believe in the lord, what should you do?"