Scholars in the courtyard

After get off work in the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao was the first to rush out of the door as usual and went straight back home.

Before entering the door, I heard the cry of a child coming from the house, and then I heard Ran Qiuye's laughter.

Yang Xiaotao walked in and saw the little Dragon Boat Festival eating again. He couldn't help laughing and said, "I eat when I leave and eat again when I come back. I am a foodie!"

Ran Qiuye sighed, she felt much better now.

Perhaps because of Xiaowei, Ran Qiuye's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary mothers, at least there is no pain down there.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the little guy for a while, and then prepared to show off his skills.

Ran Qiuye's milk supply was sufficient, so the pig's trotters prepared by Yang Xiaotao were not used, but she still had to eat them.

So, the two pig front legs and hooves were stewed in the pressure cooker.

When the stew was finished and the pot was opened, the aroma of meat came from the yard again, and the greedy stickie lay on the window and drooled.

Jia Zhang couldn't even scold her anymore. She stewed chicken during the day, and the white chicken made her want to eat.

Now the pig's trotters are boiled again, which makes them greedy to death.

"Damn it, you don't know how to restrain yourself at all!"

"You haven't even eaten the chicken yet. Now you're using pig's trotters again. I'll choke you to death, you heartless person!"

Jia Zhang cursed while Qin Huairu ate the pancake silently.

Ever since Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai were sent to labor camps, their family had been cut off.

With the little food they had at home, they could barely survive starvation.

As for the food in the factory, the security department strictly controlled it, but she couldn't get it out.

well…

I sighed in my heart, "Why is he just a son?"

On the other side, the aunt felt lost and felt bitter every time she heard her child cry.

What their family lacks is children.

In the past, when Yi Zhonghai was at home, there was someone to talk to.

Now that Yi Zhonghai is gone, there are no children at home. The whole house is cold and there is no one to speak.

well.

backyard.

Liu Haizhong discussed with his second aunt whether he should take advantage of this moment to have a relationship with Yang Xiaotao.

Now he has no official position and is so light that he has lost several kilograms of body weight.

Without the identity of the second uncle, I always feel uncomfortable.

The most capable person in this courtyard is Yang Xiaotao. As long as he nods, he might even become the second uncle.

As for Yan Fugui, it is a villain who succeeds, and his shrewd calculations are okay, but he still lacks enthusiasm for this important matter.

If you don't reach out and hit the smiling person, you won't get slapped in the face if you go up.

Next door next door.

Xu Damao felt uncomfortable all over. His nose felt like it was blocked. He couldn't smell the odor on his body or the aroma in the yard.

But he knew that Yang Xiaotao had a son.

Naturally, I felt unhappy.

He got married earlier than Yang Xiaotao back then, but his son was nowhere to be seen, and Yang Xiaotao caught up with him.

Now, when he heard the child cry, he felt upset.

Who told him not to.

If you want to find a wife, you still need to find someone who can give birth.

Yangjiazhuang.

Mr. Yang found out the new clothes that Yang Xiaotao and Ran Qiuye brought back during the Chinese New Year, and gave them to Yang Dazhuang, asking his family to help wash them.

Yang Xiaotao has a son, which is a great joy.

Although Yang Xiaotao is not directly related to him, the relationship between the two in Yangjiazhuang is that of father-in-law.

Now that I have an eldest grandson, I naturally want to go and see him.

Yang Dazhuang was also happy, "Master, Uncle Ninth and the others have said that they will also go together. You see..."

"Go, everyone goes. This is a big event. If you want to go, let's go together."

Earlier, the third day after a child was born was called "washing three", which meant washing away dirt, avoiding disasters, and at the same time praying for good fortune and good luck.

After liberation, the old feudal system naturally had to make some changes.

In the countryside, they call "washing three days" three days.

It means that the child is on his third day and it’s time to drink.

Mr. Yang was happy. Although he invited his ancestors and elders to dinner three days after the birth, they were all directly there.

Only those with a good relationship with the collateral family will drink.

But Mr. Yang doesn't care about this. At his age, he just takes whatever comes his way.

"Okay, I'll go get ready. Anyway, there's nothing to do now. I'll let Shitou Huizi drive the car and we can go together the day after tomorrow."

Yang Dazhuang said happily.

"good!"

The room burst into laughter again.

"By the way, have you thought about the name Grandpa?"

Yang Dazhuang suddenly asked if Yang Xiaotao's first son should be named by his elders.

When there are a few more, Yang Xiaotao will name them himself.

"Think about it."

"Xiao Tao's branch is the same as ours in Yangjiazhuang, so we will pass it on according to seniority."

"Wen should be like Ziqi, and the glory will be celebrated forever!"

"This is what the ancestors of this generation handed down, let's just follow this."

"Which generation is that?"

"Xiao Tao is from the Yong generation, and this child is from the Zeng generation."

As Mr. Yang said, Yang Dazhuang touched his forehead, "Master, so Xiao Tao should be Yang Yongtao? I am Yang Chuanzhuang?"

Elder Yang Dazhuang felt that the name "big" and "small" were not serious, especially since his status as village chief had been improved compared to before, so he wanted to have a more serious name.

Mr. Yang saw what he was thinking and said angrily.

"What's wrong, you still want to change your name."

"No, I, don't I have a generation?"

"A generation is a generation, and a name is a name. If you have no ability as a person, you don't even know how to go to school, and if you want to be a senior, you will bring shame to your ancestors."

Yang Dazhuang immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

But in my heart, I was thinking that when my grandson comes out, he must have a senior name in his name.

"Master, what's your name?"

Mr. Yang made a face, "I'll discuss this with Xiaojiu."

Yang Dazhuang curled his lips, "Master, this Zengzi generation is so desirable. What about enhancement, glory, blessing..."

"Look, the meaning is so good."

"When I have a grandchild, I will choose one from here."

boom

"If you have a grandson, I have to name him."

Yang Dazhuang was stunned, and finally muttered, "Then give it to the second child."

This time, Mr. Yang did not refute after hearing this, and was thinking about whether he should prepare all the names for the juniors.

Just thinking about there are so many juniors in the village, this is a big job.

Time passed by, and in the early morning one day later, the two men came out of Yangjiazhuang and drove towards Sijiu City.

Yang Xiaotao got up early in the morning to work. Today he specially asked Yang Youning for a day off and stayed at home to work.

In the house, Ran Qiuye hugged Little Dragon Boat Festival and fed her on the bed.

This kid can't recognize people, but he can't be hugged by others, and he cries when he is recognized.

But apart from this bit of unlikability, everything else is pretty good.

Especially if you put it in the crib after eating at night, you can sleep until dawn.

When he woke up, he spread his legs to pee and poop, and he was very cooperative.

Even Ran's mother was praising this child for being smart.

Of course, it is normal for children to cry when they are hungry and urinate.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched my son sucking milk carefully, with that little mouth and the different colors.

"What are you looking at? Mom is here."

Ran Qiuye put her hands on her son's head, covering Yang Xiaotao's sight, and said shyly.

"What can I see? Of course it depends on my son."

Yang Xiaotao said seriously, tilted his head and continued to look through the gap.

Ran Qiuye quickly blocked it with his hands, and at this moment, the little Duanwu who was sucking milk suddenly opened his eyes.

"Open your eyes!"

Yang Xiaotao quickly took away Ran Qiuye's hand and shouted with a smile.

Ran Qiuye also raised his head and looked into those big eyes, full of love.

"Double eyelids, these eyes are up to you."

Yang Xiaotao watched for a long time. While the little guy was sucking milk, he stared at the white world in front of him.

"Open your eyes?"

Ran's mother also ran over after hearing the news, took a look and smiled as well.

Several people watched around the little Dragon Boat Festival for a while, and then went about their business.

Ran Qiuye put the satiated little Dragon Boat Festival on the small bed. Yang Xiaotao specially used a pole to carry a small red lantern above his head.

Ran Qiuye covered her son and moved around by herself.

In the past few days, she felt that her body was recovering very quickly, and there was no such feeling as her mother said, lying in bed unable to move.

Not only can I move around, but the stretch marks on my belly have also begun to shrink, and my shriveled belly is more elastic than the previous two days when I pinch it with my hands.

All this shows that his body is recovering quickly.

"Maybe, eat well."

Ran Qiuye thought of the things Yang Xiaotao had bought in the past two days, and almost filled the kitchen with them.

The two large boxes of eggs were worth more than a hundred at least, but my mother couldn't finish them even if she tried hard.

There are also chickens that I bought. In addition to the three I bought last time, I bought four more chickens yesterday. They are now circled in the yard and everyone passing by is envious.

Also, the fish Yang Xiaotao caught after get off work yesterday shocked his mother.

That bucket of fish is at least one foot long.

The most exaggerated thing is the one hanging on the handlebar. From a distance, it looks as long as an arm. I don’t know how it was caught.

I heard that when I came back, I was so envious of Teacher Yan in the front yard that I almost knelt down to worship him.

And so many good things are prepared for her.

Therefore, she is the happiest woman in this courtyard.

At noon, two donkey carts stopped outside the courtyard. After receiving the news, Yang Xiaotao quickly put down the spatula in his hand and went to the courtyard with Ran's mother to greet them.

"Master. Ninth uncle, old uncle"

"Xiao Tao, Brother Tao, Uncle Tao~~"

The two groups of people had met, and Yang Xiaotao introduced Ran's mother to Mr. Yang.

"My mother-in-law, thank you."

"Qiuye has brought glory to our Yang family this time, thank you."

As Mr. Yang said, Ran's mother hurried forward and welcomed Mr. Yang into the house.

A group of people walked into the house, some carrying cloth bags with a few eggs in them, some holding a bag of millet, and some carrying a long string of dried mushrooms.

There weren't many things, and there were even some chills, but no one dared to say anything bad.

Everyone in the compound looked on.

Those who came were all from Yangjiazhuang, that is, Yang Xiaotao's family. These people from the family were able to stand up and support him at critical moments.

Of course, there was originally Ran Qiuye's family, so the two parties were together, which made it look official.

It's just that Ran's mother is the only one in Ran's family in these four-nine cities, and there is no one else.

When everyone came to the yard, Ran's mother walked into the house and carried the little Dragon Boat Festival outside.

"Little Dragon Boat Festival? This is a good name. Good."

Mr. Yang looked at Little Dragon Boat Festival who was looking at things with wide eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were all wrinkled together with laughter.

"Come, Grandpa, give me a hug."

Mr. Yang carefully took the little Dragon Boat Festival, but he didn't expect the little Dragon Boat Festival to give him any face and immediately started to cry. His mouth was toothless and extremely pink.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry."

Mr. Yang coaxed her, but she cried louder.

Yang Dazhuang on the side also wanted to come up for a hug. His boy had been hugged when he was a child, but the freshness had long since disappeared.

The grown men didn't care about little Duanwu's feelings. After hugging him one by one, they handed the child to his grandmother and then sent him to the house.

Not to mention, I stopped crying immediately when I saw my biological mother.