Villager of Daming

Chapter 1029 Tears bloom only for smiles

After changing the bed, the little guy's eyes were moving. Before he could cry, a pacifier was put into his mouth, and he sucked hard.

The maid next to her got cold water and put the bottle in the cold water and kept shaking it.

After waiting for the little one to suck for a while but not getting any milk, and about to cry again, the temperature of the bottle was restored, and the baby was picked up by Bell and fed.

Seeing him swallowing non-stop, the grandmother finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It looks like flour and you can drink it with water!"

"No, don't feed him your flour. This is milk, goat's milk, dried powder.

Don't buy your own goat's milk, roast it, make it into powder, and then mix it with water to feed it. It's useless. It's better to feed it directly.

Where does your family live? Is it far from here? "

Ling'er held the baby and breastfed her while chatting, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

The little one doesn't feel disturbed, as long as he has milk to drink.

"There is a vegetable field. Walk four miles eastward and there is a river. I secretly planted some wheat by the river. The Yamen didn't know.

The eldest is a girl and is getting married, the second is also getting married, the third is still a girl and is getting married, this is the fourth, and the fifth has to wait, save some money, and dig a hole before they can get married.

We also dug a well, and used the water from the well for watering and watering the vegetable fields. We picked it out and watered it when it rained.

The maid next to her put the potion into another bottle, put a little honey on the nipple, and stuffed it into the baby.

"Fugui, do we have land at home? What do we expect to eat?" Zhu Fan did not dare to say his identity.

There is a forest by the river, and the road is not easy to walk, so you have to climb up and down. In addition to herding sheep, the family also goes to the forest to collect firewood and sell it.

Those who burn more firewood always have more money, so they spend money to buy firewood.

"Oh my God! What...why is this happening? The four highnesses came to see our grandson. We don't even have any water at home. Tea...I'm going to borrow some tea, please."

I heard someone said that they want to take away our cave dwelling and replace it with a brick house. Is that correct? I'm sure we won't dig it out. Can we give him an extra brick house?
If that doesn't work, just ask someone to help you dig one out. If no one can live in it, then it will be said that it is occupied by people. "

The little guy's grandma told her all the plans in her mind. She wanted to exchange a cave dwelling for a house. There was no hole, so she had to dig one to deceive people.

Poor people like us go to collect firewood but are reluctant to buy it, and we won't sell it to them.

No matter how good the coal is, it needs a grate. Without an iron grate, the coal cannot be burned, so firewood can only be burned in the stove.

"Are you good at talking? Do you know the officials in the county? Yes! It looks like he is a child from a wealthy family. He is good-looking." The grandma in her forties asked and praised her.

"Our family lives in a cave dwelling in the north outside the city, six or seven miles away. His uncle and uncle live there. There are many people, and our family only has five children.

The child's grandmother was frozen, and the young woman who had always cared about the child was also stunned. Her man's knees were bent, but he did not kneel down after all.

Young man, which family are you a young master from? Maybe we even sold your firewood! "

Ling'er took off the bottle at this time. The medicine was ready and it was time to give it. Otherwise, the little one would be full and fall asleep as soon as his eyes closed.

Zhu Fan's eyes widened and he discussed how to deceive me in front of me, okay?
"Auntie, there's no need to dig. Here, save your energy and work more to make money. Yes, it's true." Zhu Fan decided not to be deceived.

Ling'er helped by saying: "This is His Highness the King of Jin, whose fiefdom is in Taiyuan Mansion. Over there is His Highness the King of Qin, and next to him are His Highness the King of Yan and His Highness the King of Wu. Don't kneel down, we have been chatting for so long."

The child's grandmother talked about things at home and inquired about the other party's identity.

The child's grandmother rubbed her hands together and asked her son to borrow tea with an anxious look on her face.

"This is our place, not your home. Your grandson's imperial doctor diagnosed him with lactose intolerance. Oops! He's going to vomit! Ringer."

Zhu Fan emphasized who was the master and watched the baby make a grimace and push the pacifier out with his tongue. "Don't make trouble." Ling'er took out the pacifier, the palace maid applied some honey and stuffed it in again. The baby paused and continued drinking.

"This is the first time I see a baby using a bottle to let him drink medicine. Shouldn't he be fed with a spoon?" The imperial doctor standing next to him shook his head.

"It's almost ready. Put a little honey on the bottle you're going to use for feeding. Change it."

Ling'er ordered another palace maid to prepare the bottle and replace it when the baby once again noticed that the taste was wrong and wanted to spit out the pacifier.

After a while, the little guy stopped swallowing, and the expression on his face was no longer bitter.

Ling'er started to burp the milk with a skillful technique. The little guy burped a few times, closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

"Ling'er, is it our turn?" Doctor Guan was about to start, rolling his stomach with hot salt first.

"No, Brother Hanhan can help. Brother Hanhan has the strength."

Ling'er was worried about letting the imperial doctor take over, so Brother Hanhan would be the safest move.

"Come on, I, okay, um! Hey hey hey..."

Zhu Wentian said as he took the cloth bag filled with salt, felt the temperature, spread a dry towel on the baby's belly, and started rolling the bag.

Roll it a few times and immediately pick it up, roll it on your lap, switch hands, and then put it on the baby's belly, repeating this.

There is also a girl from Xiaqiu Village who massages the little guy's feet, using a wooden stick with a rounded front that is thinner than normal chopsticks to gently press the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet.

The little guy slept on his own, looking unshakable.

Then someone gently massages the baby's head, arms and legs.

The little guy's hands were open and a smile appeared on his face.

The child's grandmother wiped away tears: "This is the first time since I was born that I smiled!"

"From now on, I will always laugh and laugh whenever I feel comfortable. What's the next step?"

Zhu Fan was not surprised at all. This was how the emperor's grandson Zhu Xiongying was taken care of by Xiaqiu Village, and the baby in front of him enjoyed the same treatment.

“Blending milk powder with the child’s mother’s milk, I have been feeding like this for the past few days, gradually increasing the milk-to-milk ratio.

Don't stop taking the medicine. You will need to trouble yourself in the future. Cut off the honey. After the child has tasted the taste of honey, he will always want to eat it.

We have bone marrow there, so we can give it to Ganger to eat. He likes it.

Dear mother, adjust your diet and reduce the lactose in your milk. I will come up with the menu later.

If you want to eat fruit, eat cherries! Eat lean meat, fish, more vegetables, and stop eating honey. The wild beehives you find at home can be sold to us. "

Ling'er said and gently touched the baby's face with her finger. The little guy's mouth began to move again, as if he wanted to eat honey.

"How did you know there was a beehive in my house?" The child's grandmother looked surprised.

"The baby smells of honey. You saw your daughter-in-law pregnant with the baby, so you tried your best to feed her good food. You don't know how to buy honey, so you have to go to the mountains to find it yourself. For example, you met it when collecting firewood."

Ling'er pointed at the baby who continued to sleep soundly with a smile. She could smell the smell of honey, and could even smell whether it was wild or farmed, including what kind of nectar was collected.

"Since I can't eat it, I'll give it to you. You'll give me medicine and milk... As for the dry powder, I'll ask the third child to bring it over. There are two of them! The bees are all gone."

The child's grandmother decided to give away all the precious hives for her grandson.

(End of this chapter)