Pamper Eighties

Mengmeng is still a milk baby, and she only eats milk all day long, but her family is very rare.

"Oh, oh, hiccup, hiccup." Madam Feng took Mengmeng from Su Wan's arms, her voice was as sweet as honey: "We Mengmeng yawned, are you sleepy? Hurry, grandma will take you to bed."

The weather is cold like winter, but the cute house is warm like spring. Old lady Feng shook the cradle gently and sang the lullaby over and over again: "Blue sea, blue sky, seagulls flying in the clouds, the fisherman's grandfather is smiling, the fisherman's children are smiling..."

When Mengmeng finally fell asleep, she looked at Mengmeng's little face and smiled proudly: "Since we were born, Mengmeng has changed day by day. Look at how cute it is."

Standing on the edge of the cradle are Mengmeng's closest relatives, Feng Yimin's heart has melted like water, "Mom, Mengmeng seemed to have glanced at me just now."

"What's looking at you?" Madam Feng rolled her eyes unceremoniously, pointed to herself and said, "That's looking at me."

Feng Yimin touched his nose and didn't dare to say anything. He walked slowly to the bed and tightened the quilt for Su Wan. The two women, one big and one small, were his sweet burdens.

Madam Feng looked at Mengmeng, but she was thinking about another thing.

The old people are going to have children. She, as a mother-in-law, also prepared some small clothes in advance. So now the problem comes, Mengmeng was born, such a delicate little girl, of course, can't wear the smelly clothes worn by her brothers.

Madam Feng made a decision in her heart and decided to make new clothes for Mengmeng.

She hurried back to the main room, removed two wooden boxes, took out the keychain from the back waist, opened the door of the cupboard, took a piece of fabric from the top layer, and twisted it with her hands, it was soft and soft , but still not enough.

This is not difficult for Mrs. Feng. She closed the cabinet, walked out the door with the cloth in between, stood in the yard and shouted: "The second family, the third family, come to me."

Mrs. Feng has three sons, the second and third are separated after they get married, and they live not far away, just on the left and right sides. Their fisherman's house is worthless, and they can build it up by picking up some rocks on the mountain. Even though they are built in the big li, every household still has a yard.

After listening to Mrs. Feng's call, Zhao Chunhua and Chen Hongmei came over quickly, and were directly pressed by Mrs. Feng by the well, "It's this piece of cloth, rub it hard for me."

With sharp eyes, Chen Hongmei recognized this piece of cloth at a glance. Isn't this what her mother-in-law kept saving? She has been reluctant to use it for several years. During her marriage and confinement, she did not ask for several times, and her teeth were sore, "Mom, this cloth is a full zhang, enough to make clothes for five babies and six babies, what a waste of rubbing. ."

Madam Feng didn't even think about it and said, "Who told you to make clothes for five babies and six babies? It's beautiful to think about it, you, why don't you tell me to make clothes for yourself?"

"I, I..." Chen Hongmei thought, she has been coveting this piece of cloth for a long time, the color is pure army green, or thick cotton made in Shanghai, and the size is just enough for her. If she could wear clothes made of this cloth, she would have no regrets in her death.

She was unhappy and didn't dare to reply, and after holding it for a long time, she came up with a sentence: "Six baby's first birthday is coming, and I want to do it for him."

Old Madam Feng's eyes widened. Although she was annoyed, she still pressed her voice and said, "Young Sanjia, why are your eyelids so shallow? Is this cloth yours, so dare you to ask for it? Tell you, it's yours. It's for Mengmeng, rub it for me."

Chen Hongmei couldn't hold back, why should a girl's film use such a good cloth? She gave birth to a son and was useless, so anxious that her mouth became white: "Mom, Mengmeng has only done it all, why... do it for her?" Her words became more and more whispered in Mrs. Feng's eating eyes. He was cowardly first, and finally squatted down obediently, rubbing his clothes resignedly.

This person is more popular than the dead. It is said that she married the youngest son, so she should be the most favored, but Mrs. Feng put all her heart on the eldest son. There is no need to split the family. The private house of the old couple belongs to the uncle. , the village chief also let him be, the more Chen Hongmei thought about it, the more sour.

Old Madam Feng didn't care what she thought. When the cloth was kneaded, she checked it carefully again, and let them continue kneading if they were not satisfied, and finally kneaded the cloth until it was fluffy.

Zhao Chunhua kept working silently, and when she was finished, she took the initiative to say, "Mom, do you want to make clothes for Mengmeng? I'll help you."

Chen Hongmei made an excuse to get away. She stood in the yard looking around, and suddenly said worriedly, "I seem to hear Liuwa crying, Mom, I'll go take a look."

Seeing Zhao Chunhua's apologetic eyes, Mrs. Feng sneered and said, "Let's go with her, just her craftsmanship, we Mengmeng don't want to wear it."

Madam Feng compared the fabric to Mengmeng, cut it into pieces without any distress, and said happily, "It's so soft, she will definitely like it on Mengmeng."

"Yeah, Mom, we Mengmeng are so tender, so we need to dress softer." Zhao Chunhua walked the thread with flying needles in her hand, and she could take a look at Mengmeng when she took time. 's daughter.

Madam Feng likes to hear people praise Mengmeng the most, she looked at Mengmeng's little face with a smile, and she praised it first, "Look at how well-behaved she is with her eyes closed now, but as soon as she opens her eyes, her eyes are not so clever. Well, it's like me."

Zhao Chunhua almost couldn't help laughing. She glanced at Madam Feng's old face, and then at Mengmeng, who was small but beautiful, and said against her heart, "Mom, what you said is true."

The old lady Feng smiled with a loving look on her face, and shook the cradle gently with her feet. The more she looked at it, the rarer it became. Her heart was soaked in honey water, and she coaxed softly: "Why are we Mengmeng so cute? Grandma's heart It's about to melt. Hey, Mengmeng, are you awake? Grandma made new clothes for you, look, do you like it?"

Mengmeng opened her round and big eyes, like black grapes, her long eyelashes blinked, and she suddenly showed a toothless smile, making Madam Feng crazy, "Mengmeng is so good, she will say it herself. I like it."

Zhao Chunhua also squatted by the side and looked at the strange, "Mom, look, she can eat small hands, she learned to eat small hands at such a young age, we Mengmeng are really smart."

At this moment, the door creaked, and a small head came in. It was a little boy. His hair was naturally curly, and the fine bangs brushed his eyebrows, making the bridge of his nose look extraordinarily high.

"Isn't this the son of Accountant Zhang's family?" Madam Feng became puzzled and waved to him, "Brother Rui, are you looking for Erwa? He didn't know where he went after dinner."

Zhang Sirui shook his head, slipped in through the crack of the door, walked lightly to the cradle, and then transformed into a bunch of small wildflowers from behind, and said politely, "Grandma Feng, I'm coming to see my sister, and the flowers are for my sister. ."

"Hey, why do I remember that this baby is one year younger than Erwa, so he speaks so neatly?" Zhao Chunhua couldn't hide her surprise, pulled the little boy and said, "Brother Rui, are you three years old this year?"

"Second Aunt Feng, I'm three years old." Brother Rui smiled lightly, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"This baby is really spirited, like a child in the city." Zhao Chunhua likes children the most. It is not enough for her to give birth to a pair of twins. favorite.

"Hey, who doesn't know the old Zhang family? He came to our village 800 years ago, and this is the only seedling in the ninth generation. Where did it come from the city?" I think this baby is well-behaved and polite, much better than the grandchildren of her old Feng family.

"Well, it's quite spiritual." Madam Feng couldn't help rubbing his hair, squinting her eyes and saying, "Brother Rui also knows how to send flowers to Mengmeng, which is much better than her brothers. "

Brother Rui was a little shy, but bravely raised the flower in his hand, his voice was still very immature: "Grandma Feng, flowers for my sister."

"Okay, Brother Rui is really good," Mrs. Feng happily took the flower and placed it on the edge of the cradle. She found that Mengmeng had already fallen asleep, and turned around and said, "When Mengmeng wakes up, I will give it to you again. Look at her, go and play."

Brother Rui glanced at the cradle, didn't see Xiao Mengmeng's face, was a little reluctant, and turned back and walked three steps at a time.