Two days later, Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan went to Zong's house together.
Because Jiang Qing was given birth at her parents' home, Mr. Zong and his wife felt sorry for her, so they gave a big red envelope to Jiang Yinzhi and his wife.
The joy of having a child is unusual, not to mention that the clan has been passed down for several generations.
The birth of this child is an incense inheritance for the clan, and there are successors.
Therefore, Mr. Zonghou and his wife were all smiling from ear to ear, and they took great care of Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing's milk supply was not good, so she asked a doctor to look at her. He said that there was liver stagnation and qi stagnation, which was causing the milk flow to be poor.
Mrs. Zong thought that the crux of the problem was her son, so she went over to talk to Zong Tianbao for a long time, explaining things with reason and moving things with emotion.
"Tianbao, mother knows that you are unhappy. But you have to know what it means to overturn the water, and you also need to know what it means to have unshirkable responsibility." Mrs. Zong shed tears as she spoke.
She is not pretending to be pitiful to make her son feel bad, but she really feels uncomfortable. She has her son on one side and her grandson on the other. Which one doesn't hurt her?
"Ah Qing is not in a good mood during confinement and has no milk, and the child suffers too. No matter what, she is your wife, who cares about her if you don't care about her? Although there is a wet nurse, this half-month-old milk
It's better to eat your own mother." Mrs. Zong wiped her tears and said earnestly, "No matter what, the child is not wrong at all, and we can't suffer the child."
Zong Tianbao stood aside, lowering his head and looking at his toes.
Growing up, his mother never scolded him severely, and even now she only tries to persuade him.
He knew that as a man, he had to shoulder his responsibilities. He didn't like Jiang Qing, but that didn't mean that she deserved death. No matter what, she gave birth to his child.
So he nodded and said, "Mom, I understand. I'll go over and see the child in a moment."
"Hey! Hey!" Mrs. Zong agreed quickly, her heart dropped to the ground.
"Madam, Madam Huo's wife and Madam Zheng's family are here." The maid came from the front to announce, "They come to see our young mistress and young master."
"Oh, it turns out An Nuan and the others are here, please come in quickly." Mrs. Zong stood up and turned back to her son and said, "We have guests, please don't go there yet."
When Zong Tianbao heard that Jiang Nuan was coming, he felt even more mixed in his heart.
Some people obviously can't get it, but they can't forget it.
It will be September soon, and the weather is very cold.
Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan both wore quilted clothes, and Jiang Nuan even wore cotton-padded shoes.
Pregnant women are most afraid of catching cold, especially on their feet.
Zong Yuxiang was also at her parents' house today, and went to the second door with her mother to greet Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan.
"It's really hard for you to come here with a big belly." Mrs. Zong took Jiang Nuan's hand and smiled at Xu Chunjun and said, "Grandma Zheng is so busy, but she still finds time to come here. I'm really sorry."
After saying a few polite words and walking in, Zong Yuxiang looked at Xu Chunjun with special attention.
Of course she had met Xu Chunjun, but before, she only thought she was gentle, approachable, dignified and polite.
Now that I have heard about her, I feel that she is a hidden, wise and capable woman.
They first sat outside for a while, drank a bowl of tea, and waited until their bodies were warm before going inside to see Jiang Qing and the child.
Jiang Qing suffered a lot during childbirth and has not fully recovered yet.
Seeing Jiang Nuan and the others coming, they wanted to get up.
Xu Chunjun took a step forward and said: "Lie down quickly. You are still young and need to take good care of yourself."
But although she looked bad, she seemed to be in a good mood.
The child is white and fat, and is sleeping. Because he is too young, he can't tell who he looks like.
Jiang Nuan and the others didn't stay too long. They sat down and talked for a while, then put down their gifts and came out.
Because another guest arrived, Mrs. Zong did not send them out, but asked her eldest daughter to send the two guests outside.
Zong Tianbao stood in the Moon Gate, with a weeping elm tree covering most of his body, sticking his head out and looking at Jiang Nuan from a distance.
Even though he only saw his back, he knew that Jiang Nuan was doing well now.
The cold wind in late autumn rustled the few remaining leaves, and Zong Tianbao felt as lonely and desolate as this tree.
Zong Yuxiang and Xu Chunjun were talking to each other, and Jiang Nuan always felt that there was someone behind him, so he couldn't help but look back.
She saw Zong Tianbao, and Zong Tianbao also saw her.
This glance seems to be across mountains, across the sea, and across the insurmountable Milky Way.
Jiang Nuan had never seen such a lonely look in his eyes. The young man who once spoke eloquently and had no heart at all finally died.
Zong Tianbao first withdrew his gaze, silently stepped back half a step, and hid his entire body behind the tree.
That glance just now was a farewell to Jiang Nuan. From now on, he must shoulder his responsibilities as a husband and father.
He understands what it means to be unable to recover, and what it means to be unable to recover. He also understands what it feels like to accept one's fate.
He put his head against the corner and let the tears flow down silently.
"I'm sorry, Ah Nuan, I failed you. I don't have the right to take you into my heart anymore. You have to be well and be well forever. As for me, that's it!"
When Xu Chunjun returned home, Zheng Yuelang came over to talk to her.
"Wuji went out early in the morning and hasn't come back yet." Zheng Yuelang said.
"The uncle has gone out to discuss business," Xu Chunjun said. "Men don't stay indoors. It's cold. Why is the elder sister only wearing a jacket?"
"I don't feel cold at all," Zheng Yuelang smiled, "I took the medicine that the doctor prescribed for me a few days ago and my hands and feet were no longer cold."
"It's time to take good care of yourself. Winter is coming soon, so you have to pay attention to your energy and blood." Xu Chunjun and Zheng Yuelang talked about their daily routine, and Zheng Wuji came back.
"I'll go to the old lady's place and have a look," Zheng Yuelang stood up with a smile and said, "The old and young children have said they want to eat sweet porridge these days, so I asked them to stew a bowl. It should be right now
alright."
After Zheng Yuelang left, Zheng Wuji asked Xu Chunjun: "Is there nothing going on at home today?"
"Nothing happened," Xu Chunjun said, "no one came."
"Then what do you do?" Zheng Wuji asked with a smile, "Stop doing needlework all the time, it's not good for your eyes. Today is short, you can only do it for a while after breakfast and lunch, and you are not allowed to touch needlework the rest of the time."
"Where did it hurt my eyes?" Xu Chunjun smiled, "I naturally let it go when I was tired."
"Don't you know? Looking at her for a long time hurts the blood. A woman's Qi and blood are the top priority. Excessive consumption will hurt the body." Zheng Wuji said seriously.
"Everyone can do it, and it doesn't take much effort." Xu Chunjun still likes to do needlework. "Besides, I don't have anything else to do."
"You're already busy enough," Zheng Wuji disagreed. "You're working hard inside and outside. Aren't you tired enough? My name is Lvchun. I'll watch over you every day. You can get up late or go to bed early. If you can't sleep, just drink.
Tea, some snacks, or asking someone to play with you will make the difference."
"What happened?" Xu Chunjun shook his head, "How outrageous."
"What's so shameful? Our life at home is not for others to see." Zheng Wuji said, "The day before yesterday, when Mr. Huo and his wife came, Jiang Nuan was taken care of so well. I felt really ashamed.
When asked how Mr. Huo takes care of his wife, he said that as long as she eats well and sleeps well, she doesn't have to worry or get angry.
I think women are like flowers. Someone takes good care of them carefully and is protected from wind and rain, so they are naturally beautiful and charming. If no one takes pity on them, they will either become haggard and scattered, or they will be lonely and admire their beauty.
I know you have been accustomed to being independent since childhood, and it will be the same without my care. But when I think about why you are like this, I feel so distressed that I can't breathe.
Chunjun, I want you to rely on me. Even though it is ruthless, it is touching. How can we stay together forever?"
