The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

In the end, Zhao couldn't put the headscarf on her. Instead, she went out to persuade Su and Song Xiaogu, telling them that it was hot and sweating was bad for their health, as long as they didn't get chilled or exposed to drafts. Because of this, she even changed Fang Xiaoning's bedding to thinner ones, as sweating was even worse. Wasn't that the same as her daughter wearing wet clothes during her postpartum period? Wasn't this even worse than what she had experienced?

"Mother-in-law, is this really going to work?"

"Okay, as long as Xiao Ning doesn't get cold, that's fine. Mother-in-law, think about it, in this hot weather, you're wrapped in a thick quilt and wearing a thick cloth, and you're not allowed to shower or wash your hair for a month. Can you stand it?"

Su shuddered. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt uncomfortable if she didn't wipe herself down every day. When she slept, she was not only on a straw mat, but also fanned by a palm leaf fan.

Oh my god, I didn't realize how much suffering my wife is going through during her postpartum period.

So, at least in terms of clothing, Fang Xiaoning gained freedom during her postpartum period. She even secretly wiped herself down every night while everyone else was asleep.

"Baby, your mother has really had a hard time. You have to be filial to your parents in the future, okay?" Fang Xiaoning held the baby and breastfed him while brainwashing him. Prenatal education is important, but preschool education is even more important. The first lesson a child learns in life must be how to be filial to his parents. Otherwise, no matter how successful he is, he won't be able to enjoy it.

"Madam, the young master doesn't have a name yet."

Logically, the child's name should have been chosen by Old Man Song, but since the two families are no longer related, there's no need for him. As for the mother-in-law, she probably wouldn't be able to name the child either. "Let's wait until the baby is a month old and have the tutor help us choose one." She's terrible at naming things, while the tutor is a cultured man; he'll definitely have no problem coming up with a name.

"Xiao Ning, here, freshly made fish soup, drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Mother." Her mother-in-law had been quite attentive to her during her postpartum period; at the very least, she or her own mother personally brought in five meals a day.

"Fengzi caught this fish this morning. He asked me to ask you if you want anything else to eat. Tell me a few things, and I'll cook them differently so you don't get tired of the same old thing. I just went to town to buy some red dates to replenish your blood and energy. I also wanted to ask the doctor what's the best food for your health. Oh, my dear grandson, you're asleep!"

"Stewed pig's trotters with soybeans is also good, Mom. In the future, in addition to meat dishes, make me a couple of vegetarian dishes too."

"Okay, but a lot of our fruits and vegetables have come into season, so you can't eat them all yet. Wait until next year and eat more of them."

Fang Xiaoning, who desperately wanted to eat fruit: ...

She has really sacrificed so much for her child.

"Tomorrow is the baby's third-day celebration, Xiaoning, do you think we should have a big celebration?"

Fang Xiaoning looked at her calmly and asked, "What does Mother think?" She had no objection to whatever her mother-in-law wanted to do with this, but it would be best if it wasn't a big event. She didn't want to have to smile so much during her postpartum period.

“I’m thinking we don’t have many relatives, so how about we just celebrate the third day at our own home? Your family lives with us anyway, what do you think?” Su felt a little guilty. Her own family was no longer related to them, and neither was her husband’s family. It was as if they had no relatives left.

Fang Xiaoning was more than happy to agree, "I'll do whatever you say, Mother."

Mrs. Su was deeply moved. Her daughter-in-law was truly, truly, truly so well-behaved and sensible.

"Eat slowly, Mom is going out to make tofu!"

"Mom, if we don't have enough people, let's keep buying. Don't tire yourself out!"

"What's tiring? I'm only doing the easiest jobs."

The housekeeper's wife looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with envy. To be honest, she had never seen such a good mother-in-law or such a good relationship between them.

Song Feng, from the town, saw the Wang family members at the clinic. Wang Defa looked at the spirited Song Feng, then at his own cane beside him, and thought that if there were a crack in the ground, he would definitely crawl into it.

Wang Laoda and Song Shi were also feeling uneasy. Why did they keep running into Su Shi everywhere? Could it be that Su Shi was dying? That would be great. Why were they living such a mess while the Song family was doing so well?

"What are you doing here, kid?" The old doctor looked at Song Feng and asked curiously. His wife was in postpartum confinement, and his sickly son had just had a follow-up visit recently, but there was nothing seriously wrong.

"Doctor, my wife is currently in her postpartum period. I'd like to ask what foods are most nourishing for her lately."

Upon hearing this, Cui Hehua's eyes widened. He'd even made a trip to the clinic for this? She twisted the hem of her dress, her eyes red with jealousy. She really wanted to rush up and ask Song Feng what he saw in Fang Xiaoning that made him so concerned.

"Try to eat more chicken soup, fish soup, and other similar foods, as well as pig's trotters and refined grains. Your wife has a good constitution, so she should be fine sitting up. If you want to help her replenish her qi and blood, you can stew red dates with brown sugar and eggs, and buy some goji berries to add to porridge or soup." This was his regular customer, filial and polite, so the doctor was naturally willing to say a few more words to him.