The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Nanny Jiang held the child and asked him to give him a name. He just glanced at the child. The chubby and fair baby was sleeping soundly in the cradle. His heart softened. This was the son she had risked her life to give birth to for him.

He thought for a moment and said, "He was born on August 15, so his nickname should be 15."

Nanny Jiang was stunned. This name was too casual. But when she looked at Tang Zhongbai again, he put all his energy on Jiang Muxia. She sighed, carried the child and left. It was just a nickname, so she just called it first.

Jiang Zaohua moved to the Jiang family next door with her four-month-old son. Her breast milk was fine, but it was still a little difficult to feed two children, so she had to cook some millet porridge to feed her son.

She said, "Xibao is older, so it's okay for him to eat some rice porridge, but Xiaoshiwu was difficult to deliver, so he has to be well fed."

Three days after Xiao Shiwu was born, Jiang Yuqing found a goat that had just given birth from somewhere. The goat had plenty of milk, which immediately solved the food problem for the two children.

Jiang Muxia had been sleeping, her consciousness was moving in and out in her dream, watching the scenes in front of her slide by one by one, she burst into tears. The cause and effect she had always talked about really existed, the cause and effect between her and Tang Zhongbai turned out to have been determined in her previous life.

Their love has lasted for three lifetimes, and this life is the third one.

It turns out that most of the people and things she met were predetermined in her previous life. In the last life, she settled the cause and effect with them, and she and Tang Zhongbai could finally live happily together after going through countless hardships.

Tang Zhongbai watched as tears fell from her eyes, and excitedly called her softly, "Mu Xia, did you hear me? Wake up, please don't leave me. How can I live without you? Please, wake up, okay?"

Jiang Muxia's ears were buzzing until she saw Tang Si put out the fire on Yin Yusheng. She felt relaxed and suddenly opened her eyes.

Her brain hadn't reacted yet. She only remembered that she was lying in the delivery room giving birth for two days and two nights. The moment the baby was born, Tang Zhongbai rushed in and held her hand, and she couldn't remember anything else.

Tang Zhongbai was overjoyed when he saw her open her eyes. He hurriedly stood up and whispered in her ear, "Are you hungry? Are you still in pain? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Jiang Muxia pursed her lips and smiled, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she found her throat was very dry, and it took her a long time to utter the word "water".

Tang Zhongbai immediately stood up and poured a cup of warm water to her mouth. She pointed at him and made a gesture to sit up.

"it is good."

Tang Zhongbai half-hugged her and placed a soft, plain red pillow behind her. When he felt it was a comfortable sitting position, he asked her, "Is it okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

She just felt very weak and light all over, but other than that, everything was fine.

She smiled and nodded, then drank a glass of water from his hand in one gulp. She cleared her throat gently, pursed her lips, raised her hand and stroked his half-inch beard before speaking again.

"How come your beard has grown so long after just one day of not seeing you? Where's the child? Is he okay?"

Tang Zhongbai buried his head in her arms, sobbing silently, muttering to himself, "It's good that you woke up. You scared me to death, you know that?"

It was not until Nanny Jiang and Qingyun heard a woman's voice in the room and ran in to see her wake up and burst into tears that she realized she had been sleeping for more than a month.

The person was awake, and Tang Zhongbai finally listened to the advice and slept in the west wing for a whole day and night before he washed, changed into clean clothes and came to her side.

After receiving the news, Lu Chaoyun came over with the child in her arms. Only after learning that she was safe and sound did she finally feel relieved.

She wiped her tears and placed the chubby child in her daughter's arms.

The mother and son are in perfect harmony with each other. The little guy, who would have been fast asleep at this time in the past, would now stare at the person in front of him with his big watery eyes, babbling from time to time, as if asking her why she had ignored him for so long.

Jiang Muxia hugged her warm and soft child, her heart softened and her eyes were filled with love so thick that it seemed like it was about to overflow.

Put your face against the child’s face, it smells milky, warm and soft.

This is her child with Tang Zhongbai, this is her child with the one she loves most.

The child stared at her for a long time, stretched out his little hand to touch her face, and just as he touched it, for some reason, his little mouth suddenly pursed and he burst into tears, crying very aggrievedly.

Lu Chaoyun's eyes were red and he choked up, "Look at you. You slept for so long that even the child thinks you don't care about him. Look how wronged the child is."

She was afraid that the child's crying would disturb her daughter who had just woken up, so she took the child from her arms.

He advised her gently, "You just woke up, and you are very weak. Others spend 40 days in confinement, but you still have to stay in bed for more than a month. The weather is cold now, Ansheng, stay in bed, and don't go anywhere."

Jiang Muxia then realized that the stove was already lit in her room. She wanted to ask what day it was, but was interrupted by her mother.

Lu Chaoyun thought of something and said, "The child has enough milk. With Zaohua and the goat your second uncle found, he won't starve. You have to take care of your body first."

Jiang Muxia decided to feed the baby herself before giving birth, but she didn't expect such a big change to happen during delivery. Even if she wants to feed the baby now, her milk has already gone.

"Where's Zaohua?"

"After feeding the child, go back to the village. I think I'll be back soon."

Just as she finished speaking, there were running footsteps in the courtyard. Jiang Zaohua pushed the door open and walked in, cooling off by the stove. Then he ran to her side and hugged her, "It's good that you woke up, it's good that you woke up..."

Lu Chaoyun took the child away, leaving the two girls space to talk to each other.

At night, Tang Zhongbai lay on the couch under the window, turned off the lights, kept his eyes open in the dark, listened to her even breathing, and had a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Everyone seeks wealth and glory, but he feels that the greatest happiness is to have his beloved wife and children by his side.

"Zhong Bai, it's been three years."

He thought Jiang Muxia was asleep, but suddenly she said something he couldn't understand. He asked back, "What do you mean three years?"

"We have known each other for three years. Do you still remember the scene when we first met at noon on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month three years ago at the Li family workshop in Donggang Village?"

The corners of Tang Zhongbai's lips curled up, his tone was relaxed, and his voice was full of memories.

"Of course I remember. You were dressed in green, had a long shiny braid, and your big, watery eyes that spoke to me instantly fascinated me. You know, from that first glance, I felt like I had seen my lover again after a long separation. One glance is a love that lasts a lifetime, Mu Xia, from that moment on, I decided that you were the wife I wanted to accompany for the rest of my life."

His voice sank, a little aggrieved, "But I don't understand. Why did you always avoid me at that time? I was so sad, and I reflected on what I did wrong every night."

Jiang Muxia was silent. She was not hiding from him. She just didn't dare to see him. She was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions and would repeat the mistakes of her previous life.

The past was like a passing cloud, she just wanted to live a good life in the future. She wanted to make up for all she had lost.