Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 2 Bleeding
A group of people stood beside the courtyard wall made of stone and covered with mud.

"Father, Lan Xin has been giving birth all morning, why hasn't she given birth yet?"

Mu Jianfeng squatted on the ground, his face pale.

His daughter-in-law was already weak, and it was extremely difficult to give birth to a child...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened his hands began to tremble.

It just so happened that his mother, Ma Yuehong, came out to pour blood. Seeing him like this, she patted him on the shoulder:
"A big gentleman is afraid of being like this, and he is very promising!"

Mu Jianfeng saw the blood on the snow, and his hands trembled even harder.

"Mother, my daughter-in-law..."

Ma Yuehong dragged him from the ground:
"Your daughter-in-law is the first child. The first child is generally not easy to give birth, and it is common for it to take longer."

Before she could finish speaking, the eldest daughter-in-law's scream came from the room:
"what--"

"Mother, the third brother and sister is bleeding heavily!"

Ma Yuehong's expression changed, and she rushed into the house with the basin.

Mu Jianfeng's legs softened and he fell to his knees.

In the room.

The smell of blood was very strong, and Xu Lan was already in a semi-conscious state. She grabbed Ma Yuehong's hand and pleaded:
"Mother, don't, don't worry about me, you have to protect the child."

"I don't have to live, but the child has to live."

Ma Yuehong frowned and checked her condition, the blood flow could not be stopped.

If it goes on like this, adults and children will not be able to survive.

She looked at her second daughter-in-law Liu Yan:

"Second daughter-in-law, go and tell your father to put on the truck, and we will take the third daughter-in-law to the county hospital."

Then she instructed her eldest daughter-in-law:
"The eldest daughter-in-law is looking for money, and it's in the iron box under my bed."

The eldest daughter-in-law Zhang Chunmei hurried to look for it, and when she found it, she shouted across the yard:
"Mother, how much do you take?"

Ma Yuehong did not hesitate:
"Take it all."

Xu Lan's heart was moved and her eyes were red, but it was the family's wealth that the whole family had saved for more than ten years, and she couldn't spend it all for her.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

Ma Yuehong hurriedly lifted the quilt to look, and found that the bleeding had stopped.

It's amazing.

Zhang Chunmei was holding the money, and Liu Yan also went into the house to help carry people.

But Ma Yuehong held Xu Lanxin's hand and encouraged:

"Second daughter-in-law, the bleeding has stopped now, try your best to see if you can let the child show his head first?"

It takes an hour to go to the county, and it is not good for a child to be stuffy in his stomach for too long.

Hearing this, Xu Lan took a deep breath and tried again.

"Alas!"

"I see the child's head!"

Liu Yan's words gave her great strength, and finally, after 10 minutes, a loud cry of a baby echoed above the courtyard of Mu's house.

Zhang Chunmei came out with a happy face to announce the good news:

"Born, born!"

"It's a girl doll!"

"The third daughter-in-law is fine. She's breastfeeding the baby."

Mu Jianfeng, who was barely able to stand by the support of the eldest and the second Mu, was stunned for a while, then suddenly cried and laughed:
"Father, big brother, second brother, my daughter-in-law is fine."

"I have a daughter, woo..., I have a daughter!"

Mu Baoguo glanced at him, and he didn't think he was ashamed of his current appearance, and he happily touched the cigarette stick at his waist:

"After decades, the old Mu family finally had a girl."

"In the morning, you brothers must accompany me to the ancestral grave to kowtow a few times."

The eldest Mu and the second eldest Mu were delighted. The two of them, the two stinky boys in the family, were annoying to watch.

It was just right that a sweet and soft niece came.

Mu Lao Si was the first to agree:
"You don't have to wait until tomorrow, let the mother bake a few cakes, take it and go."

(End of this chapter)