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Every morning when I open my eyes and look at the children and mother-in-law around me, I will thank God in my heart.

I've been back for so long, and I still have a feeling of inauthenticity at times. Even if you wake up from sleep one day, you can't see your child or mother-in-law when you open your eyes, everything is an illusion.

Every morning I woke up and lay down under the covers. I will think about the past life (in the future, I will call the previous life the previous life), and then think about the present. Whenever I find a difference, it makes me happy for a long time.

Now I have enough rice, my grandfather often comes to bring me some fish, and Aunt Guo's family has game every now and then.

In the two months after giving birth, the body has finally improved, the face is no longer so sallow, sallow, and the milk is sufficient, and the two children no longer need to be fed rice soup, and they can eat enough.

I adjusted the pattern for them as well. During the day, feed five or six times. After feeding them once in the middle of the night, they can sleep until dawn.

Looking at the two children who are getting whiter and more energetic, this is beautiful in my heart.

I remember that when the child was two months old in his previous life, his face was yellow and long white dots, and there were white foams on his lips.

I asked the old lady in the village to show it, and later I realized that it was because I ate too much salt.

The child's body couldn't bear it, so his face turned yellow and white, and his mouth was foaming, and he really blamed himself for crying several times.

Now I don't have any salt smell in the confinement, and after the full moon, I try to eat less salt and no salt, you see how good their faces are now. It is much whiter and more tender than when it was born, and its small hands and feet have grown flesh when they look like they've grown, and there is no more foaming on their lips.

After lying on his stomach and carefully examining the two children for a while, seeing that they showed no signs of waking up, he got up lightly and went to make breakfast.

Breakfast is simple for few people, the pot is made of shredded potato soup, a curtain is placed on it, two large cakes are vacated, and the work is done with a wooden lid.

In the sixties and seventies, many people in rural areas used wooden pot lids. It is made up of two semicircles, each with a handle. When you want to use them, take them and put them together on the pot to make a complete lid. If it is steamed steamed buns and steamed bean buns, you must use a clean rag to block all the gaps, otherwise half of it will not be cooked. Later, in the 80s, aluminum lids were introduced, and wooden lids were slowly replaced.

In our northern countryside, there has never been such a habit of having to drink porridge every morning. In the sixties and seventies, only people who had no food to eat would drink it in the morning. By the time of the 80s, when eating food was no longer a problem. Almost three meals a day in each house. Eating dry rice and steamed buns, at most, I feel that I am eating dry rice and choking people, and I make some soup to drink.

put the food into the pot, and filled the stove pit with thick branches made by the second brother, so that it didn't matter, and it was okay to burn the rice.

As soon as I got it done, I heard the sound of the children waking up in the house, and these two little guys really pinched the time just right.

When I entered the house, I saw the two of them kicking their legs and crying. The mother-in-law was in a hurry, but there was no way to take them.

I took off my shoes and touched the straw mats under them, it turned out that they were wet with urine under them, and they cried because they were uncomfortable lying on them.

They picked them up and wiped their butts with a warm, damp towel, which they used to wipe their buttocks. After changing into clean diapers, they stopped crying.

With his head in his arms, he arched back and forth to find milk to drink. It seems that this is a splash of pee, and my stomach is hungry again and wants to eat.

After feeding the two little ones, and seeing that they had no intention of sleeping, I put them on straw mats and let them lie down and play by themselves.

Putting the meal on the table, my mother-in-law and I started eating. It may be that when they hear the sound of us eating and drinking, both children turn their heads and open their mouths as if they are hungry and want to eat.

The steamed buns waited for a while, and no one put anything in their mouths. He just wanted to put his fist in his mouth. But his hands and feet are not good. I can't find my mouth, and I can't put it in my mouth at all. It touched his nose for a while, his chin for a while, and then he was a little angry, and he slashed his fist twice.

Watching my son perform there made me so happy that I almost choked on it.

I was watching my daughter lie there obediently, watching us eat. It seems that this little name is good, and it is really right. That little look, a good day.

There is an old saying in the Northeast that it is better to eat when there are fewer people, and it is better to work when there are more people. It's really like that, after eating, I picked up the table in three or two handfuls. Uneaten leftovers are placed in the bowl rack. (Cabinets for dishes and bowls are called bowl shelves in the Northeast.) )

Brush the dishes and chopsticks with the hot water in the pot, then clean the pot, and finally add a clean scoop of pressure pot water, and the outhouse will be cleaned up. (The mud houses in the countryside are all entered into the inner house through the kitchen, so the kitchen is called the outhouse).

Wet the floor of the room with the water you use to wash your face, and sweep it clean so that it doesn't get dusty.

Throw a clean rag and wipe the lid of the cabinet, which is the side of the cabinet that is facing up and is easy to fall dust.

In fact, there is also a piece of furniture at home, and there is an old-fashioned quilt lattice at the tip of the kang, which is used to hold clothes and a quilt on top. This is an old object that my mother-in-law's house used to have.

It can be one meter high and one meter eight in length, (the rural soil kang is one meter eight in width, so the width of the soil kang is its length.) Sixty or seventy centimeters wide.

The whole is made of solid wood, and the corners are carved with flowers, birds, fish and insects. I don't know what kind of wood it is, the color is all red, all red, whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, it does not crack or return to moisture, and there are no insects.

I used this cabinet until I was old. I haven't been careful about what kind of material it is.

By the time I've cleaned up the inside and outside of the house. Looking at the kang, the two little ones fell asleep again. My mother-in-law went to the place where she clocked in every day and sat down.

The weather is still quite hot, about twenty-seven degrees, and the two of them are only wearing a light monk's robe. This is what I made from the cotton clothes of adults, according to the clothes of the later generations.

In this era, all newborns will be wrapped in cloth, tied with a pinch at the waist, and tied with leggings at the leg until six months. According to science, this can cause deformities in your child's legs.

So I didn't tie these things to my two children. Now you can see them sleeping like frogs. The two little arms are held next to the head, and the calves are bent from side to side, like a big toad.

Look at the sun outside the window at eight or nine o'clock, which is not very dazzling, and think of the saying that basking in the sun to supplement calcium for children. He took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang and dragged the two children to the window, leaving their eyes in the shadows and letting the warm golden sunlight shine on them. Today I also bask my children so that they can supplement calcium.