The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 23 Raising a child is not easy
The night in early winter was cold and the moonlight was like water. All things on earth were shrouded in the cold moonlight, as if covered by a layer of gauze.

Song Qingwan worked late into the night. She wore thick old clothes and rubbed the warmth of the charcoal fire in her mother's room, continuing her painting project while looking after the two people, one big and one small, in the room.

She searched everywhere for the paints at home and finally found them all at Song Xiaoliu's place. "Mom, Xiaoliu was born in the year of the rat, how could he be so good at hiding things?" What she was missing was the blue sky colour. Song Xiaoliu helped Song Qingwan a lot, otherwise she would not have been able to finish her work today.

Song's mother still looked listless and haggard, and it was obvious that the difficult childbirth had hurt her badly. Even if the food was improved, she would not be able to recover in a short time.

Song Qingwan felt very distressed when she saw this. It seemed that she would have to prepare better food tomorrow.

"You're wrong. Our Xiaoliu was born in the Year of the Dragon." Mother Song was wearing a thick coat and was feeding Xiaoqi. Maybe the baby couldn't suck out enough water, so he kicked his legs and cried. It was unclear whether he was hungry or in pain.

"Okay, okay, if there's nothing we won't eat. How about we drink the goat milk cooked by my sister?" Mother Song was heartbroken. She quickly put on her clothes and wanted to get up to get the goat milk that was warming on the stove beside the bed.

"Stop, let me do it." Song Qingwan quickly got up, she didn't want to let her mother get cold.

"Well, actually, Mom's body has recovered, so you can just take care of yourself normally. Didn't you say that I should do some appropriate exercises?" Before she even moved, she saw that her eldest daughter was more nervous than anyone else. Mother Song was amused.

"That's different. It's night time now and it's easy to get cold. Let's wait until the temperature is higher during the day." Song Qingwan picked up the small bowl and tested the water temperature. After it felt not hot, she fed the baby with a spoon.

A newborn baby's mouth is so small that it's hard to put a little finger in it, let alone a big spoon.

In the morning, Song Qingwan specially sharpened a mini wooden spoon for her little brother, but she could only scoop out a little bit of milk each time. Xiaoqi swallowed it all in one go. When you tried to scoop it again, the boy would start crying again without food in his mouth.

Song Qingwan was in a hurry and changed back to the big spoon, which finally met the boy's needs. However, the spoon would leak milk, so she had to put two layers of cloth under it to prevent the child's clothes from getting wet.

Moreover, the hand for breastfeeding must be raised all the time, and the arm will get sore easily. Song's mother can't exert any strength and can't hold on at all, so she has to let Song Qingwan do it.

However, until now, Song Qingwan's technique is still very unfamiliar, and she has lost a lot of milk, but she can still keep up with Xiaoqi's rhythm.

So at this time, the child stopped crying as long as he had food in his mouth.

"Wanwan, Mom thinks your splint is effective. Xiaoqi didn't even cry in pain." Song's mother also did a special test. By pinching other parts of the child's body, he could feel uncomfortable and then whimpered in resistance.

This means that he is conscious but does not feel any pain in his legs. Mother Song has also seen Xiaoqi's feet exposed by the bandages. The color is normal and it is not tightened, which means that everything is normal and is developing in a good direction.

And this is all thanks to her daughter, which makes Song's mother very happy.

"If the splint is useful, can it be sold for money?" This is what Song's mother was really worried about. The Song family was too poor. They had been spending money like water in the past two days, which scared her.

But it’s all for the sake of keeping my family healthy, there’s no other way. Since saving money is not an option, increasing income has become a matter of urgency.

The husband wanted to take a leave of absence, but he couldn't leave his job even after his salary was raised; the eldest daughter was drawing bloody human anatomy diagrams, risking her reputation to pay off the family debt; the second son was said to be copying books for others and selling manuscripts; the third daughter took on large embroidery jobs just to supplement the family income.
Song's mother, on the other hand, couldn't help at all and felt guilty. She was very smart and didn't want to miss any possibility.

Song Qingwan probably knew what she was thinking, so she smiled and comforted her, "Of course the splint is useful, and we can also make custom plaster for others. I'll talk to Dr. Luo about it. Mother, don't worry about these things. You are a great mother who gave birth to seven children, the greatest contributor to the family, and you deserve to enjoy the good life. The money-making should be left to your husband and children."

It was not until she took care of Xiaoqi that Song Qingwan realized how difficult it was to raise a child. Her mother had given birth to seven children in 17 years of marriage!

If Song Qingwan's memory was correct, there were several miscarriages, which resulted in her mother looking like a forty-year-old even though she was only 35 years old.

"Mom, please don't have any more children in the future. It's too harmful to your health. You also need to exercise and take care of yourself to keep yourself young and beautiful, so as not to let down your blessing of having many children."

Song Qingwan was afraid that her father might get lucky and get promoted, and then despise his wife and take a concubine. Of course, she couldn't express such worries in front of her mother, as it would increase her burden.

Song's mother lovingly wiped the corners of her son's mouth, her eyes full of kindness, "Okay, Mom will listen to you." Seven children are enough.

"Wanwan, tell me, if I give one or two children to your maternal family, will your father agree?"

Song's mother was the only daughter of a wealthy businessman. She originally wanted to marry a son-in-law, but she insisted on marrying Song Dalin. She also broke off relations with her parents and had no contact with them for many years. This was a source of worry for Song's mother.

Song Qingwan finished feeding the goat milk, and then helped the mother and son lie down. Without thinking, she answered, "Dad will agree."

What can a man who loves his wife like his life not satisfy his wife? With the father's open-minded character, even if the child is adopted, isn't it still his child? He will even send the child away with a smile, of course, if the maternal grandparents welcome it.

Song's mother finally fell asleep peacefully, and Song Qingwan continued her painting until the rooster crowed at midnight (around 1 o'clock), and there was no sign of any bad guys coming to the door.

Could it be because she still had the light on?

At this time, the canary flew back and chirped to Song Qingwan about what was happening in the Yu family.

"You mean, Widow Yu asked Yu Ajiao to seduce Lu Qianfu tomorrow?" Isn't this making arrangements for a fallback?

Of course, Song Qingwan was communicating with Zhizhi in her sea of ​​consciousness and did not disturb her mother and younger brother.

"Yes, I'm afraid Widow Yu will have to wait until Yu Ajiao gets married before she can take action, so Old Song, you can sleep peacefully tonight. Besides, there are still two big idiots guarding in the corner."

He circled around the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound to warm off the coldness on his body, while explaining the situation to Song Qingwan.

"Oh? There are still people lurking nearby? They can't be from the Imperial City Bureau? They patrolled by three times tonight." In a remote area like theirs, normally no one would come to patrol. Tonight was already considered special care for the Song family.

"Just go and take a look and you'll know. If it's an enemy, you can deal with it and then come back to sleep. I'll guard you for the rest of the night." Zhizhi had slept in the space for a long time and was now full of energy.

"That's true." Song Qingwan stood up, slowly packed up her drawings, tidied the charcoal fire, covered her mother and brother with quilts, and finally tightened her old jacket, holding the dagger at her side, before walking out of the house.

　After so much waiting, today I can finally try it out!
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　　Finally, I wish you all happiness and all the best!!
　　
　
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