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

The younger sister added, "Second sister, you must take good care of yourself during this period of confinement and recuperate. You will still have a lot of work to do in the future."

On the one hand, she felt sorry for her second sister, but on the other hand, she didn't want to work.

Although my second sister is stubborn, she is down-to-earth and hardworking. In the past, when Aunt Jin was busy outside, most of the housework was done by my second sister.

After my second sister finished her confinement, my father and Aunt Jin were busy with things outside, my eldest sister, she and my younger brother were busy with business, and my second sister could definitely handle the laundry and cooking at home by herself.

Si Muyan carried Xiaoxia out, and when they were almost at Mrs. Zhu's thatched hut, she rubbed Xiaoxia's head. Xiaoxia twisted her head unhappily, but Si Muyan continued to rub her until she couldn't struggle anymore and burst into tears.

Mrs. Zhu was stunned. When she opened the door, she saw Si Muyan standing there with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Why are you here again?"

Si Muyan smiled at her apologetically: "Mrs. Zhu, I really have no other choice. I followed your method yesterday, but it didn't seem to be of much use. Xiaoxia still keeps crying. What should I do?"

"come in."

Mrs. Zhu walked into the room with a sullen face, asked Si Muyan to put Xiaoxia on the bed, then walked over and opened the swaddling clothes.

The little guy untied himself, started moving his hands and feet, and cried even louder.

Mrs. Zhu rubbed Xiaoxia'er's stomach and frowned. "Do you change the cloth on her belly often? If the diaper is wet, it will easily soak the cloth, and the child's stomach will be more uncomfortable."

Aunt Jin and my second sister must have done this.

But Si Muyan still looked surprised: "So that's how it is. We didn't notice it. If we had noticed it, we would have definitely changed it."

"Pay more attention next time."

As Mrs. Zhu spoke, she continued to rub Xiaoxia's belly. Sure enough, Xiaoxia gradually stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep again.

Granny Zhu wrapped her up and held her up, demonstrating to Si Muyan: "Also, your child isn't drinking her mother's milk, right? It's very easy to get bloated after feeding her with goat's milk. After feeding, the adult leans against the head of the bed like this, holds the child on your shoulder, lets her sit upright, pats her back gently, and listens for her burps, and everything will be fine."

Si Muyan said hurriedly: "So that's how it is. I hadn't thought about it before, but Xiaoxia vomited soon after she finished drinking it. I thought she had fed her too much."

"No, it's the hiccups. It happens to babies all the time. Just pat it and the gas will go away."

Si Muyan smiled and said, "Mrs. Zhu, you really know a lot."

Mrs. Zhu said, "Xiaoying and Xiaosi were both like this at the time. After Xiaoying was born, she had no milk and had to be fed with rice soup. She was always crying and vomiting. I slowly figured out what was going on..."

Si Muyan didn't ask who Xiaoying was, but just nodded repeatedly: "Mrs. Zhu is really careful. She raised other people's children casually. If they vomited, they vomited, and she never cared why. It's better for her to be Mrs. Zhu's child."

It was originally a compliment, but when Mrs. Zhu heard it, her face changed drastically. She felt a little dazed and stuffed Xiaoxia into Si Muyan's arms.

"You go."

Si Muyan didn't say much. After thanking him profusely, she left with the child in her arms.

After returning, he instructed his younger brother: "Get a bowl of rice for Mrs. Zhu later."

I don’t mind it, as everyone in the family can now have enough to eat.

In the past, Aunt Jin and elder sister always told him how difficult the family was and that all the good things should be given to him first, which made him feel very worried.

But now without all the nagging, he felt much better and no longer had that inexplicable sense of guilt.

Mrs. Zhu had been nice to him in the past, and even though her reputation in the village was very bad now, he didn't care much.

Anyway, he has a bad reputation and everyone who sees him will gossip about him.

At dinner that night, Si Xingzhi saw that there was meat again, but he was not as calm as in the past few days. Instead, he asked with a gloomy face, "Are we going to cook meat again?"

My younger sister said, "My family is working hard right now. If we have something to eat, we should eat well. If we keep our bodies healthy, we can work better."

Si Xingzhi said, "You know, your second brother just passed away not long ago."

After saying this, everyone in the family fell silent.

Si Muyan knew what he was going to say, so she spoke up: "Dad, the villagers don't have any tradition of observing mourning. Besides, Second Brother is your junior, our equal. We don't have the tradition of observing mourning, right?"

"There is also a one-year mourning period." Si Xingzhi said, "The village is the village, we are not villagers. Our Si family is a wealthy family, so we should respect it."

After saying this, the younger brother and sister looked at each other and felt that the food had lost its taste. The meat they had just picked up from their bowls seemed to have no flavor at all.

Si Muyan asked, "A wealthy family? Dad, we've been exiled for eight years, and you still think we're a wealthy family."

Si Xingzhi blushed and looked at Si Muyan unhappily: "How can there be no rules?"

"Some rules are necessary, but some rules are unnecessary, right? Rich families can eat vegetarian food, or even not eat at all. Even if they starve, they won't starve to death, as they always have something to nourish them. Besides, rich families are surrounded by servants, so they don't have to do any heavy work, let alone light labor. But what about us? Dad is busy all day, isn't he tired and hungry? If Dad isn't hungry and wants to eat vegetarian food, he can just eat it, but we can't. We are still young and growing. Aunt Jin can't do that either. Now, all the big and small things in the family are handled by Aunt Jin, and she also has to take care of my second sister and Xiaoxia'er. Aunt Jin needs to be well fed before she can work."

"This..." Si Xingzhi didn't know how to refute for a moment.

But Si Muyan quickly brought the braised pork in front of Si Xingzhi to her younger sister - Si Xingzhi and her younger sister were sitting face to face.

The younger sister thought about it and realized that she was very sad that her second brother was gone. But the eldest sister was right. The second brother must want them to be well. The eldest sister just said that they were still young and growing. They got up early every day to work and were so tired. How could they not eat?

eat!

The younger sister didn't feel any psychological burden for long and started eating. While eating, Si Muyan did not forget to pick up some meat for Aunt Jin.

Aunt Jin paused, she was tired after all.

It is said that the master takes care of the outside affairs and she takes care of the affairs at home, but now it is not the busy farming season, and the master has only a few things to do every day, but she is busy from morning to night and cannot do without eating.

The eldest sister has spoken, and she is the housekeeper.

It was the first time that Aunt Jin felt that whatever her elder sister did was right and she didn't need to refute it.

The younger brother has a heavy psychological burden. He was exiled at a very young age. He doesn't remember the days before that, but he remembers the hard days that came later.

The eldest brother was always away from home and rarely came back, but the second brother was always at home and carried him around every day.

He loved his second brother the most and wanted to observe mourning for him.

How can I eat meat?

But I saw Aunt Jin and her elder and younger sisters were eating meat, and the meat... was so delicious.

Otherwise, since we will start mourning tomorrow, why don’t we eat today?