The first assistant girl has space

Chapter 3 003 Dead and Alive

"What kind of eggs do you get? Lost money is raw one by one, can you eat eggs? It's good to give cold water."

Mrs. Zhang, who had slipped around outside, came in. Hearing Mrs. Ma's voice, the boss was not happy.

Why did you invite Mrs. Ma? Mrs. Ma doesn't want money!

Prodigal bitch, loser star.

"Mother, my wife gave birth to a baby boy, and there is another baby in her belly. Aunt Ma called it an egg." Jiang Xianyong happily handed the baby to Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang was stunned, took the swaddle and opened it to look. After seeing clearly that it was really a boy, she finally smiled with satisfaction: "Hmph, wait."

Mrs. Zhang was generous this time. She boiled three eggs and sent them in. Since there was another one in it, it might be her son.

For the sake of the son of Lao Jiang's family, the Lin family is cheaper.

Zhang's Pidianpidian went to see her grandson, and as soon as she hugged her, she found that the child was limp and listless, not moving or crying.

The doll was just born, it's normal to fall asleep, but why is the face purple?

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, and stretched out her hand to touch the child's breath. It took a long time to feel the child exhale: "Old man, Xianyong, something is wrong with the child."

Jiang Xianyong ran over to see, "What's the matter with the child?"

"The face is purple, are you out of breath, did you hear the child crying just now?"

"No, not a single cry."

Mrs. Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad premonition: "There is something wrong with this child, please go to the doctor, go quickly!"

The boy who finally came here can't just die like this.

"Hey, mother, I'll go right away." Jiang Xianyong responded and ran away.

After running for a few steps, she turned back and said, "Mom, I don't have any money, you can give me some money."

Zhang's heart ached for a while, he hesitated and didn't move his feet.

"Hurry up, the child is important." Jiang Dafu curled his lips, "Ignorant woman, don't know the priority of things!"

Mrs. Zhang hurried into the house and looked through the money box, took out a sling of money, thought for a while, and took out another sling.

Looking at the doll on the kang, I murmured in my heart [I gave birth to a sick cat-like baby, and I don’t know if I can feed it. 】

Bah, bah, bah, bad spirits, bad spirits.

After dispatching Jiang Xianyong to invite a doctor, Mrs. Zhang looked at Mrs. Lin's house, and couldn't help but look forward to it, could she have another son?
Inside, Mrs. Lin ate eggs with Aunt Ma's hand, and after recovering a little strength, she began to give birth.

“Wow wow wow”

There was a cry from inside the house.

Mrs. Lin was lying on the bed in a collapsed state, her whole body was sluggish, and the room was filled with the smell of blood. Mrs. Ma helped to cut the umbilical cord neatly, and simply wiped Mrs. Lin's body.

"It's born! Mrs. Ma, is it a boy or a girl?" Mrs. Zhang asked standing at the door holding the baby.

Ma paused, looked at the bloody newborn in his arms, and said loudly, "Girl."

Zhang's face collapsed, and she retracted her raised foot: "Bah, another loser!"

Subconsciously, he hugged the boy in his arms tightly, and saw that the baby in his arms was breathing rapidly, his face was blue and purple, purple and black, and a little black.

The doll struggled to clenched its fists, trembled all over, and then - didn't move.

Zhang's complexion changed drastically: "Old man, come quickly, the doll is not moving."

The baby in the swaddle was still steaming, but the movement was not good.

Jiang Dafu leaned over to take a look, feeling cold in his heart, frowning tightly.

Mrs. Zhang touched the baby's nose to make sure that the baby was dead. She was in a daze, then suddenly threw the swaddle on the ground, and yelled at Lin's room:
"Mr. Lin, you are a loser and troublemaker, you shouldn't have married into our Jiang family. You are a scourge of poor fortune. You gave birth to three losers in a row, and finally gave birth to a son. It's still a stillbirth!"

"You will never have a son in your life. If you knew this, I would never ask you to be my daughter-in-law. I will occupy the latrine and lay soft eggs. Pooh!"

Mrs. Sun next door heard the loud noise, looked at the old man Zhou who was lying on the bed, and sighed: "Mr. Zhang is making trouble again. Poor Mrs. Lin, there will be hardships in the days to come."

Old man Zhou snorted: "Who is Mrs. Zhang, the first day you met her?"

Sun: "...It's just that we know each other too well, and I'm tired of hearing it every day. I'm afraid this time I'm going to make a mess!"

Mrs. Sun sympathized with Mrs. Lin very much, but Mrs. Lin was doomed to be bullied if she could not give birth to a son. She could not stand upright in Jiang's family. People like Mrs. Zhang were not easy to get along with.

And some troubles.

Sure enough, there was a lot of scolding from next door:
"Grandma Zhang, what's the matter with you, your son came to invite me, and I kindly helped your daughter-in-law deliver the baby, but you won't pay me at the end, what do you mean, want to prostitute for nothing? Dreaming!"

It turned out that Mrs. Ma asked Mrs. Zhang for money after delivering the baby, but Mrs. Zhang refused, so the two quarreled.

"Bah, did I invite you? Whoever invited you, you can find me? Are you afraid that you are out of your mind? If you want to take my money, why don't you look in the mirror, you are that dignified person? "Ms. Zhang didn't give an inch, raised her head and pointed her nostrils at the person.

Ma Shi was so angry that the flesh on his face trembled, his thick lips were tightly pressed together, and he almost bit off a piece of flesh.

"Mrs. Zhang, don't mess around. If I have face or shame, I do things with conscience. Your son came to ask me to deliver your daughter-in-law. You don't pay for my good deeds. It doesn't make sense to say hello! If you don't pay, Let's go to the village chief's house to judge, I want to see if you can escape! People, you can't have a bad heart, a bad heart can't give birth to a son, and if you want to give birth, you will be a stupid son or a dead grandson!"

Mrs. Ma is not polite, she can see clearly that Mrs. Zhang is a bastard, and if she does not do her business in the future, she will not talk about carrying a big sedan chair.

"What did you say!"

Mrs. Zhang was poked in the sore spot. She gave birth to a stupid son, and now she has a dead grandson, but how could she allow others to poke her back like this?

Zhang's eyes turned red, his fat body wrestled with Ma's.

The two are equal in strength, and they refuse to give in to each other. You tear off my hair, and I tear your face apart.

Beating and cursing at the same time, using all the strength of breastfeeding to pinch.

The courtyard suddenly jumped up and down, and the movement made by the two women was no less than that of an army.

Jiang Dafu's face was black and livid.

He was angered by Mrs. Ma's words. Although people in the village pointed at him behind his back for many years, and there were not a few people who said it in person, it was rare for someone to say something so ugly, and it hurt his heart very much.

Jiang Dafu complained in his heart: Zhang's too, why didn't he give the money, just like what Ma said, the village chief is here, can he run away, it's just shameful, stupid woman!
"Stop it, what do you look like!"

Jiang Dafu's words made the two of them pause for a while, and then they continued to tear as if they didn't hear it, as if the other party was their life and death enemy.

As soon as Lin heard the movement outside, she knew that she had given birth to a boy, which was a stillborn baby. She was so out of breath that she fainted immediately.

She was too tired today. Not only was she unable to bear it physically, but she also suffered such a blow mentally.

The little doll lying next to her was dumbfounded.

The mud room, the thatched roof, the four walls of the house, the woman who gave birth fainted, her blood was lingering, and she became a baby.

She is... time-traveled, fetal wear?
(End of this chapter)