Zhao Jing put the basket down, and after Mrs. Jiang asked her to sit down, she walked to the kitchen and made Zhao Jing a bowl of sugar water.
Zhao Jing glanced at it, took a sip, and looked at Mrs. Jiang with a sweet taste and some surprise.
Mrs. Jiang smiled and said, "The second son went to the production brigade next door to pick up his partner. He will probably be back soon."
Zhao Jing nodded. The production team next door seemed to be named He, and she looked at the clean tables and chairs in the yard.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Do you understand everything clearly?"
Old Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing and nodded: "I understand clearly. Let's bring both of you back to meet us today. Then we can find a date to get married."
Mrs. Jiang was still very happy. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhao Jing's question, but she felt happy instead.
If anyone in the village wants to meet someone they want to talk to, they will invite the most senior elder in the village to their home for dinner.
Despite Zhao Jingyi's young age, she has been invited to visit several times. Before her father left, he often took her with him in order to let her get used to the village's customs.
Old Mrs. Jiang gave birth to five sons in total. The youngest son is only fifteen, the eldest son is over thirty, the second son is also thirty, the third son is in his twenties, and the fourth son is in his twenties this year. Except for the youngest, there are only
The second child has no wife.
Both the younger brother and the older brother's children are all good at it. Now that the second child has a partner, Mrs. Jiang is very happy.
Zhao Jing didn't know what to say. She glanced at the people busy in the kitchen and asked, "Is Jianshu's baby about to give birth?"
Zhao Jianshu, Mrs. Jiang’s eldest son and the heroine’s father.
She was not seen in the kitchen, she was probably resting in the room. Although Mrs. Jiang was a strong person, she was still very kind to her daughter-in-law.
Zhao Huaizhuo looks big, but he is actually only fifteen, a few months younger than his fifth uncle.
Old Mrs. Jiang smiled even more happily, and her eyes softened a lot when she looked at Zhao Jingyi: "It's coming soon, it's only going to happen in the next few days, I'll be here then."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered, yes, in Zhaojiacun, when a family gives birth to a child, a senior person must come to control the situation.
Apart from Zhao Jingyi, who is the oldest person in this village now, and who else can be older than her.
In addition, an elderly person is needed to sit with her.
"Okay, then you can just ask a few juniors to call me."
Old Mrs. Jiang clapped her hands and said with a smile: "That's it, I'm relieved by your words. Please sit down first."
Zhao Jing nodded: "Okay."
As soon as Mrs. Jiang entered the kitchen, a boy about two or three years old came out of the house. His clothes were a little messy and he looked like he had just woken up.
Zhao Jingyi looked at them like this. After all, she was not familiar with these children.
As a result, the child probably didn't wake up, so he walked over to her and crawled into her arms.
Fell asleep...
Zhao Jing froze completely and did not dare to move.
After a while, Zhao Jing mechanically lowered her head and looked at the sleeping baby with a flushed face.
Does he think of her as his mother? Zhao Jing didn't dare to move at all for fear of waking up the baby.
Until Zhao Jianlin brought his partner back, the child still hadn't woken up.
When he entered the door, he saw a girl sitting in the main hall, wearing two pigtails and holding a child. Zhao Jianlin was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had entered the wrong house.
Zhao Jingyi rarely goes out, and Zhao Jianlin works in the town, so the two of them have rarely seen each other. Zhao Jingyi used to like to walk with his head down.
So Zhao Jianlin didn't recognize who this person was at first.
I wondered if I had entered the wrong house.
A girl standing next to Zhao Jianlin looked at Zhao Jing with doubts in her heart. Didn't she say that there was no girl in the family? Who is this little girl in front of her?
Zhao Jianlin took a look around and made sure it was his own home. He walked into the main hall carrying his things and put them on the table.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Zhao Jing looked at the man and woman and guessed their identities. She was neither familiar with nor recognized them, so she could only nod to him.
Zhao Jianlin suddenly felt that Zhao Jingyi looked familiar, but he didn't recognize him. He scratched his head and asked, "Whose child are you from?"
Zhao Jingyi: "..."
Whose child is this? Isn’t this person Zhao Jianlin? Today’s protagonist?
Just when Zhao Jing was confused, Zhao Zhang came out of the house with a big belly.
Her voice was soft and soft, her skin was very white, her face was rosy, and she had a bit of the gentle temperament unique to southern women. She said jokingly: "My second brother is too happy to bring his partner home. This is my aunt,
Whose child is that?"
There was a faint blush on Zhao Jianlin's wheat-colored face, and he said with a naive smile: "I'm sorry, aunt, I didn't recognize you at first."
Zhao Jing looked at Mrs. Zhao, glanced at her belly, nodded, and said to Zhao Jianshu: "It doesn't matter, this is your partner, she is good-looking, and she is a good girl."
Zhao Jianlin nodded a little embarrassedly: "Auntie, this is Comrade He Lingling from Hejia Village next door."
Zhao Jing nodded and saw that although the girl was a little thin, she was a good girl.
He Lingling blushed and shouted softly: "Auntie."
She had long heard that there was an elder in Zhaojia Village who was older than her juniors, and it seemed that this was the person in front of her.
When Zhao Jing looked at the shy He Lingling, a rare genuine smile appeared on her face: "Yeah."
Mrs. Zhao Zhang covered her mouth and smiled: "Second brother, why are you so stunned? Why don't you let Comrade He sit down and pour her some water?"
Zhao Jianlin nodded quickly, brought a stool to He Lingling, turned to He Lingling and said, "This is my sister-in-law."
He Lingling was a little embarrassed and shouted: "Sister-in-law."
Mrs. Zhao Zhang smiled softly and nodded: "Hey."
Zhao Jianlin smiled a little silly, looked at his shy wife, and thought that his wife was so pretty, so he walked into the kitchen and poured a bowl of water for He Lingling to drink.
Mrs. Jiang also walked out, leaving her two daughters-in-law busy inside.
Zhao Jianlin saw his mother following him out, and quickly introduced: "Mom, this is Comrade He Lingling."
Mrs. Jiang smiled kindly and looked at the girl, feeling very satisfied.
He Lingling glanced at Mrs. Jiang a little shyly, and whispered: "Hello, aunt."
Old Mrs. Jiang smiled from ear to ear: "Okay, okay, okay, drink some water. You must be exhausted all the way back."
He Lingling shyly shook her head and whispered, "I'm not tired."
As Zhao Jing was watching, suddenly the little baby in her arms moved. She rubbed her eyes and shouted in a milky voice: "Milk, milk."
Mrs. Zhao Zhang looked at the baby sitting in Zhao Jingyi's arms with some surprise, walked over and sat on the stool, and said softly: "Xiao Qi, you woke up."
The baby opened her eyes and saw clearly who it was, and she called out "Auntie" obediently.
Mrs. Zhao Zhang smiled, with a loving look on her face: "Hey, be good."
Zhao Jingyi was a little surprised that she was holding one of the future bosses.
Zhao Jing put the baby down and rubbed her arms. She had been holding her for half an hour, and her arms were sore.
"Thank you for your hard work, Auntie." Mrs. Zhao Zhang looked at Zhao Jingyi with an apologetic look, and then said to the baby who had just woken up: "Hurry up and call Auntie."
The baby was a little silly and cute. She looked curiously at the unfamiliar face of Zhao Jingyi. After listening to her aunt's words, she obediently shouted: "Grandma."
Zhao Jing touched his head and whispered: "Be good."