Everyone has a black line.

This old woman bear is obviously uncomfortable, so she has to be hard-mouthed and praise a money-losing goods to the sky.

However, after all, people are a matter of increasing the population, and it is a happy event.

They can't go too far.

Otherwise, Mrs. Chen scolded people, but it would be enough for people to drink a pot.

Who can withstand it?

They watched the excitement here for a while and then went back.

The little daughters-in-law are all sour.

Why is the Chen Liu family so good?

If you lose money, you won't be tortured.

When they gave birth to a son, they had to suffer from their wives and sons.

After everyone left, Chen Liu was in a panic.

Why didn't she know that her mother-in-law had come to support her just now?

Now that everyone is gone, I'm afraid I'm going to talk about her.

She lowered her head weakly, not daring to speak.

Mrs. Chen has been holding the baby all the time, and she is a little reluctant to let go.

Her eldest granddaughter is incense.

It can't really be a flower fairy, right?

Thinking of the lightning and thunder before, she couldn't stop muttering in her heart.

"Mother's ......" Chen Liu saw that her mother-in-law didn't speak for a long time, so she secretly glanced at her, and saw that she was still staring at the baby, and was a little afraid that she would drown the baby like the old lady next door.

There are not a few people in the village who drown after giving birth to girls.

Mrs. Chen glanced at her and said, "Don't lie down and rest, tossing for three days, and still have spirit?" ”

Chen Liu's heart warmed, but her mother-in-law still cared about her.

She quickly lay down, but her eyes were still glued to her mother-in-law and the little baby.

Mrs. Chen held the child and looked at it carefully, the child's face followed his father's face and his skin followed his mother's.

It's really long, and I pick the good ones.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Chen felt her daughter-in-law's gaze and turned her head to look at her.

Chen Liu was frightened and quickly closed his eyes.

Mrs. Chen looked at the baby again, and the baby raised her lips, which completely amused Mrs. Chen.

The smile on his face couldn't help but ripple around.

The little baby is too small and doesn't have much strength.

After she looked at Mrs. Chen for a while, she slowly began to roll her eyes.

Rolling his eyes, he closed it.

The little tongue is still wrapped around the upper lip, and it shudders for a while, and shudders for a while.

Mrs. Chen saw that the baby was asleep, and carefully put the baby back to Chen Liu's side.

Chen Dashan just came in from outside, his face was full of joy, and he said, "Mother, how about calling the girl Huanhuan?" You can see that the acacia flowers in the village are blooming. ”

Mrs. Chen glanced at him and said, "Why don't you call you a dog girl and a big flower?" ”

Chen Dashan scratched his head, sneered and said, "Hey, hey, let's give it a name." ”

Mrs. Chen looked at the baby again, only to see that she was white and red, and couldn't help but think of the flower concubine she had seen in Xifu - Begonia.

"The big girl's name is Begonia."

Chen Liu didn't expect her mother-in-law to really name the girl, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, mother, for choosing the name." ”

Chen Dashan said: "Mother, there is no one with this name in our village, Begonia sounds weird, what is Begonia?" ”

Mrs. Chen said: "If you don't like to call, you can take it yourself." ”

Chen Dashan hurriedly said: "No, no, I love to call, the girl is called Begonia." ”

As he spoke, he went to see the baby again and said, "Little Begonia~You have a name~Little Begonia~~"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and touch the baby's face,

Mrs. Chen slapped him on the arm and said, "The man's hand is neither light nor heavy, what do you touch?" ”

Chen Dashan was suddenly slapped in the face, and quickly retracted his hand, standing in front of the bedside in a proper manner, and did not dare to move.

"The little girl has fine skin and tender meat, can you touch it with your hand?"

Chen Dashan looked at his hands, and his palms were all calloused.

It seems that you can't touch it.

"I didn't go up to the mountains to cut wood, but I went back to the town and sold it, and I bought some muslin and came back to make clothes for the girl."

"Hey." Chen Dashan agreed, reluctantly looked at Chen Liu's mother and daughter, and went out to chop wood.

Mrs. Chen went to the yard and found something at the foot of the wall, and when she walked over to see it, it was actually a bird.

I don't know if it was rained, or if it was beaten by electricity, and it was already dying.

Mrs. Chen stepped forward and kicked it, but the bird remained motionless.

She simply picked it up, went to the stove and put the knife on the mouth of the jar and choked twice.

Grabbing the bird's wings and head in one hand and holding a knife in the other, he shouted Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, and his hand rose and fell.

The bird's blood flowed in the bowl of the sea.

The bird is not big, but there is a lot of blood.

Took most of the bowl.

She put a little salt in the blood, stirred and stirred, and when she turned around, she didn't boil the water, and went straight to plucking the hair.

This bird feather is not very easy to pluck, but it can't withstand Mrs. Chen's poisonous hands.

Mrs. Chen worked sloppily, and she cleaned the bird feathers after dividing five by two.

He picked up the bamboo bamboo and put the bird in, and went to the river with the bamboo bamboo bamboo in one hand and the knife in the other.

The torrential rain was so rapid that the water on the ground did not have time to seep to the bottom, and it flowed into the ditch.

In addition, when the sun came out, although the road was wet, there was no mud.

When she got to the river, she began to clean up the birds, leaving all the entrails she wanted, and throwing what she didn't want into the river to feed the fish.

She cleaned the birds, and unexpectedly found that some fish and shrimp smelled fishy.

She used a bamboo bamboo stick to copy it into the water, and even brought half a bamboo bamboo pipe.

There are fish and shrimp.

Mr. Chen was overjoyed, and hurriedly came back with the birds and fish and shrimp.

She has joy on her brows, and she walks with the wind.

Good luck today.

A few villagers carried baskets and baskets on their backs, ready to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

Halfway through, I saw Mrs. Chen holding half a bamboo bamboo fish and shrimp, and hurriedly asked:

"Dashan Niang, where did you catch this from?"

Mrs. Chen said: "There are still a lot of them on the riverside, you should hurry up." ”

They hurriedly turned back, and those who took the bamboo baskets took the bamboo pipes, and the baskets took the baskets, and everyone went to the river in a nest.

Have you seen the fish and shrimp?

See.

However, I didn't catch it.

Someone went into the reeds to mix up the water, and only then did they get a few finger-sized fry.

Not enough to stuff the gaps between the teeth.

Despite this, they were reluctant to throw it away.

The stomach of the small fish is pinched, squeezed, and put it back in the pot to fry, and you can also drink a fish soup.

When Mrs. Chen returned home, she put the fish and shrimp in a wooden basin and scooped some water into it.

Then he took a wooden basin for washing his feet and went to the river and brought some water, and put all the fish and shrimp in the river and raised them.

I was thinking about taking out those who were sluggish and frying them.

She watched it for a long time, and felt that everyone in the basin was alive.

Forget it, let's eat the birds first.

She chopped the bird's meat in the stove and made a fire to make dinner.

This game is different, just after a roll, the soup began to turn white.

The scent also came out.

Chen Dashan went to the back mountain to chop wood, and the mountain road was slipped by the wind, and it was dried early.

It's not hard to walk.

He took the axe and sharpened it twice on the raised stone, and then went to chop wood.

He picks and cuts down half-dead trees, and he doesn't cut down fresh trees.

One is not easy to cut, and the other is too heavy to pick.

I don't know what's going on, but this one's strength seems to be extraordinarily strong.

The tree with the thickness of the arm was cut down with a wave of his hand.

He cut down three or four trees in a row and stopped cutting them.

I can't go back if I cut it again.

He put the firewood in order, put it on the rope, and was about to go home, when he found that the dead leaves under his feet were bulging.

He stepped forward and pulled it and found the fungus.

It is an edible fungus.

He hurriedly bent down to pick.

After picking this one, he found the next one, and he hurried to pick it again.