Mom said that when she gave birth to me, it was extremely natural and there was no pain at all.

It was morning, everyone else had already gotten up, and she was still lying under the covers.

Outside, it was foggy, the weather was very cold, and the moisture on the glass windows condensed into water, flowing from top to bottom, like rivers hanging from the windows.

My aunt got up early and boiled water to fill the water bottle in the house.

My mother said to my aunt, "Sister, I seem to have given birth."

The aunt didn't believe it, and said, what nonsense, how can the child not move at all after birth?

Mom said, really.

When my aunt lifted the quilt, she was taken aback and hurriedly pinched me.

I burst into tears.

Mom said that I was crying loudly when the fog outside cleared up a bit, and sunlight was shining through the window.

In an instant, my mother came up with my name - Ryo.

Mom said that she felt a little more light in her world not only because of my voice and the sunshine.

When my aunt heard me crying, she finally put her mind at ease. The moment my aunt saw me, she actually had a sense of foreboding. My cry dispelled her premonitions.

Dad heard the cry and hurried into the house, hugged me and looked at it, and then excitedly went to Thrush Village to report the good news.

According to local custom, on the day of the child's birth, the father will go to all the relatives' homes to announce the good news, as a sign that the big family has another person and is happy together. And according to the importance of dignity, the father should first go to his wife's maiden house to give good tidings.

When he arrived at his grandfather's house, he did not go to the main gate, but went to the small gate at the back and set a firecracker on the stone bridge in front of the small gate.

There is also a vegetable garden behind my grandfather's house, where vegetables of different seasons are planted at different times, such as small greens, Chinese cabbage, peppers, radish, and cucumber racks. Chickens and ducks often go in to steal vegetables and eat. As soon as the firecrackers went off, the chickens and ducks in the vegetable garden were startled and clucked, thinking that someone was coming to chase them, and fluttered their wings and flew around.

The stone bridge is not actually a bridge, it is made of a broken stone mortar built on the ditch. The stone mortar was used to make glutinous rice cakes, and it was broken into several pieces, and my grandfather took local materials and put it on the ditch where the eaves drained it, so that it was convenient to come and go.

The gutters in other people's houses are shallow, but they are only a finger deep, but the gutters behind my grandfather's house are as deep as an adult's waist, causing me to walk across the Shijiu Bridge when I was five or six years old, and I was afraid to fall.

The stone mortar is generally two or three inches thick, the basket is as big, and it is hewn from a single piece of natural granite, and it takes five or six adults to lift it, and it is extremely hard. The glutinous rice is made from boiled glutinous rice, and it is very soft when it is in a stone mortar. It stands to reason that beating the glutinous rice will not break the stone mortar.

But it's just broken.

As for how it was broken, my grandfather didn't say anything, and the people in Thrush Village were secretive.

Before the firecrackers were finished, my grandparents came out. The neighborhood also came to see the excitement.

When my grandfather saw his son-in-law's face and heard the sound of firecrackers, he knew that his son-in-law had come to report the good news without asking.

In fact, as early as a few days ago, my grandfather calculated that his first grandchild would come to earth on this day. Put away the bamboo shoot hexagram, and my grandfather explained to my grandmother, asking her to go to the town to buy a pound of brown sugar and white sugar, and prepare to make sugar water tea when she is happy. Of course, brown sugar tea is required for happy events, but brown sugar is not sweet, white sugar is sweet, and white sugar should be added to brown sugar water to make sugar water tea sweet.

Grandma counted the days and said, "It's still early, right?"

Grandpa said that the child would come earlier. The soul is already in the belly, and I can't wait for ten months.

Grandma listened to him and prepared in advance.

Grandpa stepped on the stone bridge, stepped on the red cannon suit that exploded, and asked, "Big joy and little joy?"

Dad said, "Great joy!"

Grandpa was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's good to be happy, it's good to be happy."