Chapter 226: High Dry Powder
The bamboo poles at the door were full of diapers and colorful, and at a glance you could tell that they were cut from different old clothes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Although children in later generations used diapers, they felt that diapers were difficult to wash, and there was no place to dry them.
However, the older generation still prefers to use diapers and think that it is good for children's skin.
After all, the old clothes are relatively soft and breathable, although it is a little troublesome, but so many children have been milked in this life.
Now the family is an only child, and it is even more convenient.
Xi'er didn't know what she was thinking in a daze, and she had already walked to the door of the house.
"Doctor Gu is here? Come in. The old man who was drying diapers at the door hurriedly opened the courtyard door and welcomed Gu Liya in.
"Well, this is my good friend Xi'er, I heard that you have a child at home, so I was very curious and came over to take a look." Gu Liya let Xi'er behind her out.
After all, I haven't dealt with each other, and it's not very polite to rush to someone else's house.
"Oh, you're the owner of that big wolfdog? It's really gratifying, the name is good, it's good, hurry in and drink saliva, the sun is getting stronger and stronger. ”
At first glance, she is a diligent and neat old lady, and she talks with a smile.
No wonder the daughter-in-law has a big belly and has to get up early to cook longevity noodles for the old woman.
The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is definitely very good.
As soon as I entered the door, there was a smell in the house, and there was a lack of air circulation, and it took a while for Xi'er to get used to it.
"The custom of confinement here can't be seen in the wind." Gu Liya knew Xi'er's habits, and looked at the opportunity to explain in a low voice in her ear.
Xi'er nodded, indicating that it was nothing.
The customs of confinement are different in each place, and even on the advice of doctors, the older generation will still adhere to the outdated confinement customs.
However, from another point of view, it also shows that the old man feels sorry for his daughter-in-law.
Listening to Gu Liya, it was born when they went to school, and it has been several days, and I haven't seen any bad looks from the old lady.
"You're here?" As soon as Xi'er and Gu Liya entered the door, they saw a sallow woman at the head of the bed, with a towel wrapped around her head, half-sitting at the head of the bed.
There is still a burden in his arms, and it should be a child inside.
"Uh-huh, how is the little one today? Yo~~ The big ones are already able to suck milk, yes, I'm more energetic today. Gu Liya bullied her body, broke her burden and looked inside.
Then he looked at a small bag inside the bed, and it was very quiet.
As soon as the sister-in-law turned her head, her eyes became wet, and she quickly wiped it, and she happened to be seen by the old lady who entered the door.
"Don't cry, everyone has their own fate, and it is also his fate to be able to walk in the world, you will cry your eyes when the time comes, and you will regret that there is nowhere to go." The old lady handed the bowl in her hand to Xi'er and Gu Liya.
In these days, the family used a bowl to drink water.
If the family is better, the guests will make a glass of sugar water, which is considered the treatment of distinguished guests.
When she entered the door, Xi'er also paid attention to it, it can be said that the house is surrounded by four walls, but fortunately, it is cleaned up.
"yes, don't cry, how are your milk today?" Gu Liya put the things in her hand on the cabinet next to the bed, ready to take out the baggage inside.
"It's still like that, he's been sucking for almost an hour, and his little face is red, but it's still not enough to eat." As soon as the sister-in-law said this, her voice began to choke.
Xi'er felt sour in her heart, it was indeed not easy to be a mother.
"Thank you." He took the water bowl in the old lady's hand and took a sip to hide the mist in his eyes.
This family really loves cleanliness, and there is no smell in the water, and the pot must be cleaned when boiling water.
Not all farmhouses are like the Zhangtian family, with separate pots for cooking and boiling water.
In addition to tickets, a pot also needs money, which is not something ordinary people can afford.
If you boil water in a pot for this rice, there will inevitably be a smell.
After listening to her sister-in-law's words, Gu Liya hurriedly handed the flour to Xi'er, "You follow your aunt to the kitchen, soak a bowl of boiling water, and see if the child likes to eat it." ”
"What's this?" The sister-in-law saw that she was carrying a bag, but she didn't pay attention to it, and thought it was her own things.
"Fried flour, listening to the older generation, such a high dry flour for children to drink, can replace milk. You don't have enough milk, so no matter how much you suck it, you won't be able to suck it out. Gu Liya held the second child in her arms, and Xi'er took the flour and took a look.
There was a throbbing pain in my heart, is this a newborn?
It's really like a little mouse, red, with its eyes closed, and if it weren't for the occasional slight twitch of the nose, you wouldn't have realized that the child was still alive.
Taking a deep breath, he hurriedly followed the old lady out the door.
Only then did I find out that the old lady was also secretly wiping her tears, poor old man.
It's all her own grandson, it's uncomfortable to look at any of them, and the daughter-in-law's ruin head is sucking and cracking, what is this sucking? He was drinking his mother's blood!
Therefore, looking at the flour bag in Gu Liya's hand, she didn't even have the strength to say a polite word.
turned around and secretly wiped away tears, they were all poor.
When Xi'er saw the kettle, she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed it in her hand, and while she was holding the chopsticks, she directly filled half a bowl of hot spring water into the bowl in her hand, and then added a little boiling water.
Stir slowly with chopsticks, and after a while the water turns milky white.
It's the same as milk, but it has a fresh smell of wheat, and it's much more fragrant than the usual flour.
The old lady's eyes were red again, and she turned her back to wipe them.
"Grandma, don't be sad, Sister Liya's medical skills are good, and she will definitely be cured." Xi'er didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort her dryly.
Because she doesn't have a score in her own heart, can she be saved in the end?
Moreover, the child is still so fragile that it is a question of whether he can be fed or not.
Xi'er carefully held the bowl, and the old grandmother continued to be busy, so she didn't enter the house again.
Gu Liya held the child, Xi'er dipped her chopsticks in a little flour water and put them to the child's mouth, but he didn't move, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.
Xi'er was in a hurry, put the bowl down, and went out to wash her hands.
Then he ran back into the house, pointed his little finger at it, and gently picked the child's lips.
It's too fragile, the chopsticks are not easy to control the force, Xi'er's little fingers are white and soft, and the skin is against the skin to better control the force.
Xi'er was semi-forceful to pry her mouth open.
I was busy sweating, so I sent a little bit in.
The kid couldn't even swallow, he was so desperate, and it took a long time to breathe.
In the end, Xi'er had to put her fingers in and slowly rub his little tongue to get him used to it.
Half an hour later, I saw the child's throat move.
"He drank it! Drink it! Xi'er was so excited that she almost cried, it was not easy.
The little sister-in-law was also infected by them, and her tears could no longer be controlled, and she was flowing down, where could she take care of the taboo of crying and hurting her eyes during the confinement.
One after another asked, "Did you really drink it?" Did you really drink it......"
Xi'er and Gu Liya nodded repeatedly.