My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

"You didn't hold her properly." Mrs. Zhu couldn't help herself and reached out to hold Xiaoxiaer, rocking her gently. "The child must be uncomfortable if you hold her like that. Come in first."

She carried the child to the inner room, put the child on the bed, undid the child's coat and took a look. The child had not urinated and did not look hungry.

"He's wearing too little. The weather is getting colder day by day. A child this age can easily get sick. You have to be careful."

Mrs. Zhu rubbed Xiaoxia's belly through her underwear. As she rubbed, Xiaoxia's crying became softer. Then two "puff" sounds were heard. Xiaoxia's mouth curled into a circle, and she defecated a lot, and then she stopped crying.

Si Muyan was in a hurry. She didn't bring anything with her, including a change of diapers and a towel for cleaning Xiaoxia.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhu calmly ordered: "There is a piece of cloth hanging over there. It is clean. Bring it here."

Mrs. Zhu wiped Xiaoxia with the soiled diaper, then wrapped her up in the coarse cloth. She then said, "I don't have hot water here. Take her home and wash her. Next time, remember to wrap an extra layer of cloth around her belly to prevent it from getting cold. Babies tend to get bloated easily. Rub her belly more often. Do it slowly and don't use too much force."

Si Muyan quickly thanked her: "Thank you, Mrs. Zhu. I'm so grateful to you today. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do. Alas, only Aunt Jin knows more in my family, but she has never given birth and still doesn't know how to take care of a child."

After Si Muyan left, Mrs. Zhu felt dizzy and sat on the bed for a long time before she finally recovered.

The house still had Xiaoxia'er's scent, the sweet and fishy smell of goat's milk, and the stinky smell of her feces.

But it was this smell that made Mrs. Zhu feel at ease.

Her husband died early, and she raised her four sons and two daughters by herself. After they grew up, she also raised her grandchildren and took care of so many children...

But now her sons won’t let her look after the children.

Mrs. Zhu lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up, it was already evening. She had not eaten anything all day.

I'm clearly hungry, but I don't feel that hungry.

As soon as I stood up, I heard the voice of the boy from the Si family coming from outside.

"Is Granny Zhu here, Granny Zhu?"

Mrs. Zhu responded, "I'm here."

The younger brother came in with a bowl in his hand: "Grandma Zhu, my eldest sister said thank you for helping Xiaoxia today. She happened to have porridge cooked at home, so she asked me to bring you a bowl."

There was meat in the white rice porridge, and the aroma was so strong that even Mrs. Zhu, who was not a greedy person, couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

The younger brother put down the bowl with a smile: "Grandma Zhu, eat first, I will come back to get the bowl tomorrow."

The younger sister was very dissatisfied with Si Muyan taking Xiaoxia to show it to Granny Zhu: "Sister, if Xiaoxia was a boy, I wouldn't say anything, but it's a girl. If you give her to Granny Zhu and she doesn't like it, wouldn't that harm Xiaoxia?"

"No, Mrs. Zhu is not that kind of person."

The younger sister rolled her eyes: "Why not? She even harmed her own granddaughter, let alone other people's."

Si Muyan said, "Although it cannot be said that Mrs. Zhu had nothing to do with Si Ya's death, it is not uncommon for people to get sick as they eat all kinds of grains. She just used a method she thought could save Si Ya, and it was not that she was cruel enough to kill her granddaughter."

But the Si family obviously didn't believe this.

Si Muyan said, "I know my limits. Xiaoxia'er is my niece, how could I treat her badly? As for you, even if you go out, don't say anything nonsense. Don't mention Granny Zhu, understand?"

The little sister pouted but didn't say anything else.

The others also nodded, indicating that they would not talk nonsense outside.

That night, Si Muyan took care of Xiaoxiaer. It was really difficult to take care of a baby in the confinement period.

Changing diapers, feeding, coaxing the baby to sleep, washing diapers, and repeating this over and over again all night is really tiring.

She remembered seeing an advertisement once: Sleep like a baby.

I really don’t know which genius came up with this advertising slogan: Sleeping like a baby means waking up once every two hours, right?

It's really tiring.

Si Muyan thought again, diapers are a good thing. If they had diapers, the family wouldn't have to work so hard. But the technology for diapers is not available now, and diapers, even if they are padded thickly, are not good enough. If they are not changed frequently, the urine stains will burn Xiaoxia'er's little bottom.

After her younger sister prepared the porridge, Si Muyan sent Xiaoxiaer to Aunt Jin's place and set off with her younger sister and brother.

The younger brother said distressedly: "Are you tired, elder sister? Why don't I go with the third sister?"

"It's okay. Tomorrow it will be my little sister's turn, and the day after tomorrow it will be my little brother's turn."

I really felt sorry for my elder sister, but after hearing this, I felt that my words were superfluous, and my younger sister was even more speechless.

But think about it, there are five of us in the family, and my younger brother only gets his turn once every five days. My younger sister has to work two hard nights, not just the nights she takes care of the baby, but also the nights when my older sister is taking care of the baby, so I have to get up early to make porridge. But my older sister, who's either taking care of the baby or making porridge, is the one who works the hardest.

If the eldest sister doesn’t complain about being tired, what right do they have to complain?

When I arrived at the morning market, the seat was still the same as yesterday, but today there was a table and a few chairs.

I knew at first glance that this was Aunt Tian’s stuff.

She was very dissatisfied: "Auntie Tian, ​​you have such a big place, why do you want to take our place?"

Auntie Tian said, "Who said this is your place? Have you paid? If whoever arrives first can occupy this place, why can't I?"

"How can you bully people like this?"

Auntie Tian sneered, "Am I wrong? If you think it's wrong, go and complain to the mayor. If the mayor tells me to move out, I'll move out immediately. How about that?"

My younger sister was stuck. If the mayor came, even if she asked Aunt Tian to move the tables and chairs away, this place would not be theirs.

Si Muyan patted her little sister and said, "Forget it, let's find another place."

Because my younger sister was busy making porridge today, she left home later than usual and arrived at the morning market later than usual. The morning market had already opened, and my younger sister had no time to argue with Aunt Tian, ​​so she just followed her to find a place.

But it was getting late and all the better spots were taken. In the end, they could only find a more secluded corner. The three of them put down the wooden barrel, and the younger sister and brother were both very unhappy.

Si Muyan said, "Little sister, go wait where we were before. If that woman from yesterday comes again, bring her here. We still have to pay her back."

My younger sister didn't want to return the woman's money. She felt that she had given it voluntarily, so why should she return it? But after a moment's thought, she nodded and agreed.

Three wooden barrels were placed one after another. The location was not very good, so business was naturally even worse.

In fact, what my younger sister and brother meant was that we should just make white porridge and meat porridge. If there is no business in wonton porridge, we can just not make it.

It was Si Muyan's insistence that made him continue.

Business was already not good, and it got even worse because of the remote location. Unexpectedly, yesterday's regular customer came not long after.