The weather has entered autumn, and the rain comes every now and then.
After the late rain, the yard was filled with fallen leaves and yellow flowers.
The women in charge of sweeping got up early in the morning to clean up. They swept the bamboo brooms on the bluestone floor, and soon there was a small pile.
A woman was bending over and holding a dustpan to collect fallen leaves. When she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a figure she hadn't seen for a long time.
Before he even got up, he smiled and greeted loudly: "Sister Sang, you are back!"
The rest of the people also turned around to greet Mother Sang.
Mother Sang is still here as before, wearing a simple blue cloth dress.
Behind her was her godson Wei Yu, carrying Mother Sang's baggage on his arm.
"How are you, old sisters?" Mother Sang smiled heartily, her laughter as high and far as the autumn sky.
"Everyone is fine! Sister, your trip took too long." Wan's mother came over with a smile on her face.
"That's not true! We only have one relative in my mother's family, and the road is so far away that I don't want to leave when I get back. This is the only time I'll see you in this life," Sang's mother said tacitly.
Of course Wan’s mother knew what she was doing, but others didn’t.
"Oh, my good Lingdang, you are going to be a mother too." Sang's mother took the hand of Lingdang who was standing behind Wan's mother and said, "How is your mother-in-law treating you when I'm not at home?"
Wan's mother smiled and patted Sang's mother on the shoulder and said: "You old man! You ridiculed me when you came back. Lingdang is my daughter-in-law, and even more so my girl. How could I wrong her? If I dared to wrong her,
Can you still forgive me?"
It turned out that Jiang Nuan made the decision to marry Lingdang to Wan’s mother’s youngest son.
Lingdang's husband is upright in appearance, has good conduct, and is eloquent.
Now that Lingdang is several months pregnant, her husband and mother-in-law love her very much, which can be seen from the way she dresses and the look on her face.
"Oh, Mother Sang is back!" Zhuangzi came out of the house with Brother Zao in his arms. They had served Jiang Nuan together when they were in their hometown in Dengzhou, so naturally they were more affectionate than others.
"Oh, my little ancestor! I miss you so much!" As soon as Mother Sang saw Brother Zao, she immediately went up to him with open arms and took the child from Zhuizi's arms.
Although I haven't seen Sang's mother for several months, Brother Zao is not unfamiliar and obediently lets her hold her.
"My brother, it's really getting more and more adorable. This little look looks so much like our girl!" Mother Sang shook Zao Geer in her arms and said while looking at it, "It's carved from the same mold."
Both Zhuizi and Lingdang pursed their lips and smiled but said nothing. In fact, everyone could see that Brother Zao looked more like his father.
But Sang's mother loved Jiang Nuan so much that she felt that the child was more like his mother.
"Mother Sang, come in quickly. Madam is waiting impatiently." Mother Wan pushed her in, and the other people in the yard were naturally doing whatever they were supposed to do.
"Mother Sang, you're back. Sit down quickly. I'll ask them to make you your favorite tea." Jiang Nuan was wearing a rosy purple top and a matte skirt. Her face was beautiful and her demeanor was dignified.
Mother Sang felt happy when she saw it, and lamented that her daughter's family is destined to be a rapeseed. If it falls on a fat place, it will naturally stretch out and become tender. If it falls on a thin place, it will have to suffer for the rest of its life.
"Girl, how are you these days?" Mother Sang sat down and did not bother to drink tea.
"Okay, mom, don't worry about me. But you, old man, have been tired these days." Jiang Nuan said.
"Why are you tired? I didn't cook or wash clothes there, I just stayed with Miss Chengyun." Sang's mother said, "Now that we have the result, come back quickly and give the girl a message."
"Cheng Yun was born? When did it happen?" Jiang Nuan asked.
"The boy born on the eighth day of this month is a big fat boy." Mother Sang took a sip of tea and said, "If he is born smoothly, the child will know how to care for his mother and will be filial in the future."
"That's good, that's good." Jiang Nuan felt relieved after hearing this, "If there is anything missing over there, ask someone to send it over."
"I'll stay here for one night and go over tomorrow." Mother Sang said, "We'll take him there together then."
"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days," Jiang Nuan said. "There is no one at Chengyun's house, so I asked someone to make some clothes for her to bring over."
"That child has a good mind," Mother Sang said. "When I was about to come out, she even asked me to take good care of the girl!"
"There is something going on in the house these days, and I can't leave for a while. When I have some free time in a few days, I will go over to see the mother and son," Jiang Nuan said.
"Don't worry about this, there will be plenty when you see me," Sang's mother said.
Sure enough, early the next morning, Sang's mother found another reason to find a roommate and left.
Everyone in the house is busy celebrating the holidays, and the end of the month is here in a blink of an eye.
On this day, Jiang Nuan made an appointment with Xu Chunjun to go outside the city to see the two orange mica children.
Although the place where they live is in the suburbs, it is not shabby at all.
This is also the Huo family's village. It is kept neat and tidy, and the servants know the rules. They are not allowed to come near this house.
When Cheng Yun saw Jiang Nuan and Xu Chunjun coming, he quickly went to the ground to kowtow.
Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan both stopped her and said, "I can't help it, you are still in confinement now! Take good care of yourself."
"The two of us can escape with our lives, all thanks to you two. No matter how long, we must not forget this kindness." Chengyun wiped away her tears and said.
"The days are long, so why rush now?" Xu Chunjun said, "A Nuan and I came here to see you and the children. We don't dare to come often for fear that someone will see you and cause unnecessary trouble."
Jiang Nuan walked to the bed and gently picked up the swaddling child. The child in the swaddling body was sleeping soundly, with a small face covered with a layer of fine white down.
Jiang Nuan felt a pain in her heart and her eyes were hot.
Looking at this child reminded her of Zong Tianbaolai, who died young.
I couldn't help but touch the child's little face gently.
To this day, she still can't forget the scene in which Zong Tianbao entrusted her with a dream before his death.
Jiang Nuan thought that there was nothing else he could do to help him, but with the little blood he had left in the world, he should recognize his ancestors and return to his clan.
"Ms. Zheng, madam, this child doesn't have a name yet. I would like to ask you to give him one," Chengyun said.
"Hey, don't ask me about naming. I haven't read any books and I'm stupid. I'd better ask Sister Xu to come." Jiang Nuan said hurriedly.
"Don't pick the child's name for the time being. Let the uncle and aunt of the Zong family pick it when we get home." Xu Chunjun said.
"That's right," Jiang Nuan said, "it would be more appropriate for the clan family to choose."
Chengyun insisted on breastfeeding the baby by herself, and her milk was sufficient. Less than twenty days after the baby was born, he was already fat and white, and his appearance was considered respectable for a baby.
"Relax and take good care of her. When you are out of confinement, we will take you back to the clan." Jiang Nuan said, "This child is of the clan's blood and cannot be left outside."
