The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Tian Zhuang saw it and knew that this woman was not a good person. If her face was red, it meant she was just talking, but if her hands were red, it meant she really wanted to use force!

I don’t know why, although he looks weak, he gives people a strong sense of oppression. If they really fight, Wen Qingcheng may not be able to defeat him, but he will also be injured.

Tian Zhuang sat down with his head tilted to one side. Xu Lizheng immediately stepped out to smooth things over, "Well, your two families are connected because of the child, this is a good thing, don't make it unpleasant, everyone is straightforward, no one has bad intentions."

Ye Xiuying was very upset when she saw Tian Zhuang being mean to her daughter. She originally wanted to buy breast milk from the Tian family, but seeing the behavior of their family, it was better not to have any dealings with them.

Old Lady Tian said, "We don't care about this fate. I won't beat around the bush today. If the Wen family wants breast milk, they can, but they have to pay for it!"

Xu Lizheng looked gloomy and coldly looked at Old Lady Wen: "The mother of the child has agreed to breastfeed her, and you are selling the mother's milk to her own daughter. How can this be justified in the world!"

Old Lady Tian curled her lips and said, "Xu Lizheng, you are a grown man, don't you know that raising a baby is not like feeding an adult three times a day, but several meals a day, and the baby has to be fed continuously until he is over one year old before being weaned. My daughter-in-law serves that money-losing thing all day long, and she doesn't work anymore? Who will take care of these three girls?"

Pointing to the three little girls huddled in the corner, Ye Xiuying sighed and said, "It's not like his mother has to breastfeed him every day. She can squeeze out the milk and we can take it."

Tian Zhuang was the one who didn't pay attention and looked at his mother.

Old Lady Tian said, "Oh, that also requires milk. The harvests have been poor in recent years, and every household has had a hard time. There is no good food for her to eat. How can she produce milk without nutrition?"

Xu Lizheng said: "No matter how hard life is, it will get better in the future. It's snowing now. In winter, we have three layers of quilts to cover our wheat, and we can sleep on steamed buns next year. It's a blessing for this child to be born on a snowy day."

Old Lady Tian sneered, "That's only if the harvest is good next year. What about this year? We have a large family but not much food in stock. The Wen family eats white rice every day but refuses to spend money on their children. They still expect their children to get sick in the future. Can they help?"

Wen Qingcheng looked at Old Lady Tian coldly, not wanting to argue with her, and said firmly, "It's impossible for us to spend money to buy your breast milk. I have money to go to the neighboring village to find a woman who has just given birth. Some of them have more milk than the baby can finish."

Old Lady Tian slapped her thigh and said, "You still need to buy breast milk. We are close here, but it is far for you to go to the neighboring village. If this continues, I wonder how long you can hold out."

Ye Xiuying thought about it and asked, "How much do you want?"

When Old Lady Tian and Tian Zhuang heard about the money, their eyes sparkled. They muttered to each other for a while, and Old Lady Tian said, "At least five cents a bowl."

Ye Xiuying thought about it and felt that she could afford it with five cents. Just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng said, "I won't give you a penny. Hurry up and put your fingerprints on it. Don't delay Xu Lizheng's efforts."

Old Lady Tian saw that Wen Qingcheng was not as easy to talk to as Ye Xiuying, so she threatened: "If you don't want to spend a penny, then give the child to us. We can always get our child back."

Ye Xiuying asked: "If we go back, can you take good care of it?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it. It has nothing to do with you even if I throw you into the mountains to feed the dogs." Old Lady Tian said while looking at Wen Qingcheng's reaction.

To her surprise, Wen Qingcheng was not moved at all. She said calmly, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. You have lost all conscience and you will be punished. It is everyone's duty to report murderers. You can just wait to be beheaded in the county government. Mom, let's go! Throw the child to them!"

Xing'er looked at Wen Qingcheng and then at Old Lady Tian, ​​and for a moment she didn't know whether Wen Qingcheng said that on purpose or was serious.

Wen Qingcheng hates being threatened the most. A bowl of rice costs 5 cents now, but as the child grows older and drinks more milk, one bowl will definitely not be enough. What if the price suddenly goes up and they are controlled by others? The Tian family is not afraid of doing such a thing.

Tian Zhuang and his mother were anxious now, and hurriedly grabbed Wen Qingcheng, "Don't go! Aren't you a good person? You even said you would be responsible for the child for life!"

If Wen Qingcheng really didn't want the child, it would be difficult for the Tian family. The head of the village already knew about this, so he would not watch them throw the child away. If they couldn't throw the child away, it would be a waste of money to keep it at home.

In the end, Tian Zhuang and his mother signed the document and put their fingerprints on it, and Wen Qingcheng also put her fingerprints on it. The document was made in duplicate, and each party took one copy.

Wen Qingcheng took the receipt and smiled with satisfaction. "I will contact Sister Xing'er directly when the baby is breastfed in the future. It has nothing to do with you."

Old Lady Tian glared at Wen Qingcheng, feeling resentful in her heart: You want to eat good food even though you haven't given birth to a son yet? Without good food, where will she get the milk?

Ye Xiuying didn't know what Old Lady Tian was thinking, so she said, "From now on, this child's birth, old age, sickness, death, marriage, etc. will have nothing to do with you."

Old Lady Tian's face twitched. "Oh, it's better not to have anything to do with us. She's a money-loser. Who made her want to be born into our family?"

Ye Xiuying felt very upset after hearing this. Her daughter had been called a money-losing commodity by Old Lady Wen since she was a child. Now such a lovely little girl was rejected by Old Lady Tian. How could she not be angry?

The Tian family doesn't want this to be their loss. This child is now the treasure of the Wen family. She must take good care of her and let her grow up healthily and see her get married.

Wen Qingcheng and Ye Xiuying were so happy holding the document that they felt like they had wheels on their feet. They hurried home with a small bottle of breast milk.

Fearing that the baby would have diarrhea, Ye Xiuying specially boiled some water. After the water boiled, she put the bowl of breast milk in the water to warm it.

Wen Qingcheng's cry came from the room: "Mom, the baby seems hungry."

Ye Xiuying came out from the kitchen and said, "We have to wait a little while. We need to warm up the breast milk."

Ye Xiuying entered the room, rubbed her hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the baby girl gently. "This is our baby from now on. We can't just keep calling her baby. We have to give her a name."

Wen Qingcheng thought about it, but couldn't think of a good name for a while, "How about Wen Qingguo?"

Ye Xiuying frowned: "What's the name of a girl's country? Change it."

"Then let me think about it..." Wen Qingcheng thought about all the ancient poems in her mind, walked to the desk in the room, and wrote down a few alternative names.

Chuyi stood behind Wen Qingcheng, watching her writing on rice paper with a brush. She was very good at it, but when she looked down at the words on the paper, they looked like branches damaged by the wind. It was really unflattering. Didn't Wen Liang teach her calligraphy when he taught her to write?

Chuyi rubbed his eyes. Wen Qingcheng had already written a few names, blew the ink dry and showed them to Ye Xiuying.

"Mom, I thought of a few."

"Qingcheng, mother can't read, you read to me."

"Wen Qianyun, Wen Zhi, Wen Yiyang, Wen Yuxue."

"It sounds good. It's good to meet Xue. She was born on a snowy day. Usually girls named Xue have a pure aura."

"Zicheng, what name do you think is best for your sister?"

"Yi Yang. My sister is like a little sun." Zicheng said.

Ye Xiuying muttered: "Yi Yang, Yi Yang is not bad either. Born in winter, the characters of fire and yang can neutralize the cold air."

"First day, what do you think?"

Chuyi smiled foolishly and pointed at Wen Qianyun on the paper. Wen Qingcheng looked at Chuyi thoughtfully and asked unconsciously, "What's your name?"

Chuyi showed his two rows of teeth in a silly way: "That's it, what's the name of this?"

Seeing that she hadn't gotten any information out of him, Wen Qingcheng smiled and said, "Wen Qianyun, what should we do? We can't agree on anything."

The baby girl on the kang opened and closed her mouth, as if she couldn't wait to speak. Zicheng said, "Let my sister choose."

This reminded Wen Qingcheng, so she tore off the names one by one and rolled them into a ball. Whichever one she took was her name.

Ye Xiuying took one in each hand, and Wen Qingcheng took one in each hand, and brought them to the baby girl. Ye Xiuying first attracted her attention, "Baby, come and choose a name."

The baby girl turned her eyes to Ye Xiuying and then to Wen Qingcheng, and finally placed her hand on Ye Xiuying's left hand. The whole family waited for Wen Qingcheng to open the paper ball as if they were waiting for a lottery draw.