On the day Feng Qiaolan was discharged from the hospital, there was a big show at the entrance of the hospital. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net

The Yang family and the Ji family were arguing over the cost to make up for it. Ji Mu, as the main combatant, had a blushing face and no repeated curses.

But the Yang family was not bad. The two brothers of the Yang family and Father Yang came on stage and immediately suppressed her.

Feng Qiaolan saw that Yang Yue didn't hold the child in her arms, and swept around. No matter whether it was Yang or Feng's family, no one was holding the child, nor did she see the child. Feng's mother didn't let Feng Qiaolan watch, and asked her to leave quickly. It would be miserable to be entangled.

Feng Dafeng borrowed an ox cart from the village again, and took Feng Qiaolan and the child back. There are more or less people in the village who are more or less patriarchal. In this age of relying on labor to beg for food, boys are indeed more powerful than girls. To be precise, the "value" is higher and the rate of return is higher.

He and Feng's mother still wanted Feng Qiaolan to give birth to a boy. They were despised for so many years, and they really wanted to straighten their waists.

However, Feng Qiaolan also gave birth to a girl. Although Feng Dafeng was lost, he did not show up. The girl should be the girl. It is also the first one. It is good for the mother and daughter to be safe.

Ji Huai didn't care much more than them. He was so rare that he didn't mention other things at all.

Back in the village, Ji Huai received the manuscript fee sent to him by the journal. There was not only the manuscript fee, but also a letter, which roughly meant that he wanted him to contribute more and wanted him to write a more detailed analysis.

When he was reading the letter, Feng Qiaolan sat with her daughter on the side and looked at the money inside, with a look of confusion. She was slightly taken aback when she learned that it was the manuscript fee from the journal, but she was also happy for him.

At the dinner table that night, she also raised a mouth.

Feng Mu and Feng Dafeng’s impression of scholars in the past is that they can learn a few characters. Recently, Feng Dafeng has also dug a lot of Morinda citrifolia, earning a lot more money than the teacher in the village. Go to plan the soil.

Right now Ji Huai can get a manuscript fee by writing articles. Writing articles to make money is definitely easier than digging in the mountains. Feng Dafeng looked twisted, temporarily not wanting to admit that the son-in-law's status in the family was getting higher and higher.

He is going to be strong for half his life and will soon be compared. He has to obey his old age, and he is also more pleased.

"Dad." Ji Huai didn't notice his thoughts and gave him 30 yuan. "The villagers set up a full moon wine, and I also want to do it for Tongtong. Xiaolan and I don't know what to prepare. Maybe You and Mom have to bother."

Tongtong is the nickname, Feng Qiaolan took.

"Have full moon wine?" Mother Feng was still slightly surprised. Villagers seldom do this, especially for girls. If it is done, it must be a family who has given birth to several boys in succession, and then they have girls, maybe they will do it.

Of course, when Ji Huai proposed to do it, she was naturally happy and willing to talk about it.

Feng Dafeng's eyes flickered, and he pushed the money back, "Just do it if you want. My mother and I don't lack this little money. The little one is still drinking milk powder, you keep it."

One big and one small are the masters who spend big money, and both are men. He doesn't even want to relieve Ji Huai's pressure.

"You take it, otherwise I'm not practical, I still have a lot of things to work on. The price of meat has risen a bit recently, and it has to spend a lot of money. If I write more articles, I can make a lot of money. Don't save too much. Now.” After Ji Huai said, he looked at his daughter and Feng Qiaolan again, with a soft expression, “I haven’t taken the name of the child yet. Dad, if you are free, give Tongtong a name.”

Before he finished, Feng Dafeng was startled severely, feeling confused, and then his face was unnatural, "You are a scholar, and I have to take it. I'm a rural person, how can I know what to name?"

"You gave Xiaolan's name, isn't it nice? You are her grandfather, and you still do the name." Ji Huai said modestly.

He is counted as a parent, and his daughter's name is Feng Dafeng and grandpa is okay, but the name of grandpa is strange.

Feng Dafeng said no, it seemed very embarrassing, but in fact he thought about it that night.

After he named it, he also showed it to the goddess of the village next door. It must be a name that can bring good luck, and it is best to bless the child's life without any worries.

The last name: Jia.

As for the surname, Ji Huai said it, and the lottery was decided.

Feng Dafeng is ridiculous when he hears it. How can anyone follow the woman's surname? Never heard of such a thing. Men value their own blood and don't bear their surname, that is to be ridiculed.

Ji Huai disagreed, but instead asked, "Just a surname, can it change the fact that she is my daughter? Is there anything to be ridiculed? When I married Xiaolan, many people also talked about it behind the scenes, and it didn't affect our lives at all. How sad would it be to live in the voice of others?"

"In the village, you can hold your head tall when you have a son. You can live a good life if you have more labor in the family. You only gave birth to Xiaolan. It stands to reason that if you have less labor in your family, your life is really bad? In the future, only Tongtong will be born. Xiaolan and I will teach her to study and learn her skills. As long as she does not rely on physical strength to make a living, she will not lose to a man."

His words aroused Feng Dafeng's contemplation. In the end, he didn't say anything, just sighed and nodded, and then took a deep look at the child in Feng Qiaolan's arms.

Ji Huai didn't intend to completely change his thoughts. After a person's thoughts have been solidified for decades, it will be difficult to change for a while, so it's good if he doesn't object.

He wrote two surnames on two paper **** and put them in the hands of the little baby.

The baby's little eyes looked at his father, and his little tongue spit out. Compared to just being born, Ji Huai is sitting next to her, holding her hand in a small hand, "The name is taken by your grandfather. It is up to you to decide whether you should follow your father's surname or your mother's surname."

Feng Qiaolan stood and watched. She wasn't nervous, but Feng Dafeng was nervous and said that he didn't care, and it was best to have the surname Ji Huai and don't toss about it. In fact, the eyes can be kept staring.

Ji Huai just put the paper ball in her daughter's hand, shook it gently, and wanted to drop one. Who knew that the little guy was pulling tightly, and the little hand kept moving, just not loose.

"Huh?" Ji Huai raised his eyebrows, leaning over to look at her daughter, "Do you want to have both? Is that called Ji Fengjia? Or Feng Jijia?"

There is no longer a minority of people who have their parents’ surnames.

"!¥" The little baby made a sound, looked at the father in front of him, and closed his eyes.

"" Ji Huai gently broke her little finger, "You can only choose one, two are not good, listen to what Dad said."

He gently shook his little hand again, but the ball of paper did not fall out, but the little baby opened his throat and cried, "Oh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

She chose her surname while crying, and the paper ball read: Feng.

Feng Dafeng clicked his heart for a moment. It was both happy and complicated, but it was hard to say. But Ji Huai didn't respond much, and hugged her daughter to coax, "This is your own choice. Our mother's last name is Feng Jia, how nice it sounds."

People's psychology is so wonderful, Feng Dafeng said he didn't care, but he couldn't hide his smile when he got the real surname Feng.

Feng Qiaolan had to continue confinement even when she returned home, she could not have a hair dryer, could not take a bath, and she had to wrap her whole body tightly.

Ji Huai bought back five chickens and caught six birds and kept them. The chickens lay their eggs. Recently, there are a lot of vegetables in the vegetable garden, and her days are more moisturizing.

Stewed chicken soup, stewed bird soup, stewed ribs

When Ji Huai and Feng Dafeng went to the mountain to dig Morinda citrifolia, occasionally they could dig one or two yam roots, which they also served as a stew for her.

The fish in the river are plump, and Feng Dafeng will also catch the fish and bring it back to help her.

All day long is fleshy flesh, fleshy flesh every day.

The birds are fattened, and there is a lot of meat, and there is a lot of meat on the laying hens. After stewing in the morning, you can leave half of it for stewing in the afternoon.

For her blessing, meat appeared on the dinner table at home for several days. After all, she couldn't eat so much by herself, and she had a small appetite. If you don’t stir-fry the meat, you will get stinky. If you don’t stir-fry the meat, it’s not suitable for parturients, so they can only eat it.

Ji Huai went up the mountain today to dig Morinda citrifolia and caught another bird. Now the weather is getting warmer, and the birds have something to eat, which is difficult to catch, but there will be one or two.

Seeing him coming back, Feng's mother smiled and said, "It just so happens that the rice is cooked, and it's time to eat."

After she finished speaking, she carried a large bowl of chicken soup to Feng Qiaolan's house. There were still wolfberries and red dates floating on the surface of the chicken soup.

Feng Qiaolan was making milk powder for her daughter. When she saw that it was chicken soup, she said, "Mom, I want to eat porridge and pickles."

Feng's mother suspected that she had heard it wrong, and she wished to raise her hand to poke her head, "People in confinement can't wait to eat meat every day. It's good for you. If you want to eat porridge and pickles, what do you think?"

"Every day is meat." Feng Qiaolan was helpless. Since she was in the hospital, she has been meat every day. Mother Feng also took grain to exchange for eggs in the village. She had to eat four brown sugar eggs a day for several days, which was really unbearable.

"Yes, every day is meat. After eating so much meat, you don’t have milk. Little baby can only drink milk powder." Mother Feng has already kissed her daughter from generation to generation. , Said with emotion, "You can only drink powdered milk and goat's milk at such a small age. You still dislike eating meat every day."

"I don't dislike it." How dare Feng Qiaolan dislike it? Sit down and eat obediently.

Mother Feng watched her eat most of it before she went out, and said, "Is it enough? Is it enough for the kitchen."

"Enough is enough, don't eat." Feng Qiaolan quickly refused.

Mother Feng wanted to urge her to eat more, Feng Qiaolan showed fear on her face. In the end, Mother Feng couldn't help but they could only eat the rest.

On the dining table outside the house.

Feng Mu asked Ji Huai to put more meat, "Eat more, there is a lot more, eat a few more pieces."

Ji Huai: "Mom and dad, you also eat more."

Feng Dafeng sandwiched a piece of meat and was eating. Mother Feng ate two bites and looked at the food. She was a little worried, "Others confinement is long meat, Xiaolan confinement does not grow at all. I looked at the child. I didn't bother her too much, I couldn't eat this, I couldn't eat that, and I didn't feed the children. This killed three chickens, several birds, and I don't know where it went."

She was muttering, Feng Dafeng and Ji Huai both slowed down silently.

Feng Dafeng may have eaten more meat during this period than he had eaten several years ago. No way, if you don’t finish this meal, there will be another meal. Isn’t this a waste?

He is a little bit fleshy.

As for Ji Huai, he was even more miserable. Every night, Mother Feng brought a bowl of brown sugar and eggs. Feng Qiaolan couldn't finish it. There must be someone to digest, and he couldn't help her.

It is estimated that in the confinement period, his face is fatter and horrible.