On one side of the school is the courtyard where Feng Yong and others live, and on the other side is the kindergarten.
At this time, I saw a young woman walking hurriedly to the door of the kindergarten and knocking on the door.
After a while, the door creaked open, and an old woman poked her head out. Seeing the young woman, she smiled and asked, "My dear wife, you are here to see the child again? Come in quickly."
The young woman who was called Miss Lady smiled, nodded and thanked her, and then stepped inside.
The kindergarten is also a courtyard. Although it is not as big as the school, it is not too small.
The inside is divided into two courtyards, one large and one small.
The large courtyard is for activities for children who are four or five years old and have begun to have a sense of discrimination.
Here, they have to learn the most basic Chinese.
In the small yard, there are all young children who have no ability to move independently. The oldest child is just learning to walk.
Although there are many people in the textile workshop, there are not many children under the age of five.
After all, this is an era of hunger and an era of unsanitary conditions.
If you get pregnant, you may not be able to give birth, if you give birth, you may not survive, if you survive, you may not be able to raise...
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone in the entire textile workshop and ranch, the school and kindergarten, as well as the small yard of Feng Yong and others, this group of buildings are in the most important position.
Because here, for the first time, they don’t have to worry about their children not eating well or wearing warm clothes.
Even if they eat three meals a day, they themselves cannot be so good to their children.
"Auntie."
Xiniang walked into the small courtyard and called out.
"Sister, why are you here again?"
Hearing the cry, a middle-aged woman who was holding a baby to put him to sleep turned around and saw that it was her daughter-in-law. She immediately said something.
"Well, my daughter came over to see the child."
The young girl stepped forward and realized that the child in the woman's arms was not hers.
"The child has fallen asleep, over there."
The woman gestured.
"Let me coax you to talk to Xi Niang."
Another woman came and took the child.
"Auntie, this is meat pie, you can eat it."
Xi Niang handed over the meat bun she was holding.
The middle-aged woman frowned, looked at Xi Niang, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Have eaten. We have a white flour steamed bun and a bowl of millet at noon, Auntie, you don't know that."
"Then where did this come from?"
Xiniang's face turned slightly red and she lowered her head, "Brother Li gave it to me."
The middle-aged woman shook her head, "You are tired from working, so you should eat to replenish your body. Although the child is getting ready to be weaned now, he still has to feed him once a day, which still makes you tired."
"It's an easy job for me to take care of the children here, so I don't have to eat so well."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but think of her family before the war in Nanzhong. She had no worries about food and clothing. How could she be pushed around for a meat pie?
It's just that Nanzhong's nightmare experience last year made the two of them often wake up in the middle of the night with fright.
The two people who were originally aunt and daughter-in-law, because they depended on each other and walked through this journey that was worse than death, developed a relationship that was closer than that of biological mother and daughter.
Seeing that no one else noticed this, the middle-aged woman put the meat pie back into Xiniang's hand and said softly, "Xiniang, you have a good temper, you are good-looking, and you have good hands. My husband is not lucky."
"You are now my dearest daughter in my heart. When my daughter is about to get married and she becomes a mother-in-law, she always wants to get you to marry a better family. If you have someone to rely on again, I will naturally be happy.
Yes, but did you really think it was him?"
After hearing this, Xiniang felt a little self-deprecating in her eyes, "Auntie, we are already lucky to be looked upon by people like us. How can we dare to pick and choose again?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The middle-aged woman pressed Xi Niang's hand hard and said, "If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, who knows?"
"God knows, and so do I."
Xiniang's smile was a little sad, "How can anyone who comes out of that place be clean? Brother Li used to fight in Nanzhong. He has probably seen more things than us."
"Since he knows where I come from, he is still willing to accept me, and even doesn't want to change his children's surnames for my sake, it shows that he is sincere."
"After those things, I have come to understand that nothing is better than being safe as a family."
"His leg is lame. That Feng Langjun will definitely not let him go to war again. Being really kind to me and being able to live in peace is better than anything else."
"Okay, okay, I listen to you. If you identify him, that's him."
When the middle-aged woman saw Xi Niang's appearance, she quickly coaxed, "If you want to live with him, then you have to live well."
As he said that, he glanced at the sleeping child at the other end and sighed, "After much thought, it would be better for this child to take his surname. Otherwise, a child with a foreign surname would be nothing if he stayed between you two.
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"Besides this family, we are the only ones left with a family of women. Without the man, what else do we care about the husband's surname? The child doesn't understand anything, so he treats it as his own and raises it from a young age to avoid being separated from him.
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Xiniang wiped her tears and said with a smile, "Why didn't Auntie let me change my surname a few days ago?"
"That was because I deliberately made things difficult for him and wanted you to find a better one. Now that you are determined and he is willing to do this for you, what else can I say?"
The middle-aged woman has a bad temper.
"I know Auntie is good to me."
Xi Niang said with a hint of coquettishness.
"It's inappropriate," the middle-aged woman pondered for a moment, then suddenly shook her head, "It's inappropriate."
"What's wrong?"
The young lady became excited again.
"My husband's family is gone, so what else can I call Agu?"
The middle-aged woman sighed and looked at Xi Niang, "From now on, you should call me Amu."
"Yes, Mom."
Xiniang exclaimed with joy. For the two of them, this was a very natural thing. Then she stuffed the meat buns into the middle-aged woman's hands and said, "Mom, please eat the meat pancakes."
The middle-aged woman did not refuse this time. She smiled, picked it up and took a bite. After swallowing it, she said, "Are you satisfied now?"
Xi Niang smiled and nodded.
She walked to her child, squatted down quietly, looked at the child's sleeping face, and thought to herself, the child's complexion is much better than in that horrible place! It's red and moist, so beautiful!
Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"You, you should come here less often in the afternoon. Although parents are allowed to come in during lunch, it is not appropriate to come in and out every day."
"This kindergarten was opened by the master to make it easier for women to go to work. You come to see your children every day. What if someone says that you don't believe in the master?"
