Finally, by combining his professional knowledge with Hong Li's mother's experience and common sense, Xia Weiwei found that the mother's physical fitness was not good, the fetus was relatively weak, and she was anxious to be born.

Therefore, after combining her own theory of judgment and the experience of taking delivery of several older women such as Hong Li's mother, she gave the work of temporarily taking care of the mother, observing the physical condition of the mother, and giving birth canal condition to several older women.

After that fall, Aunt Huang Tao showed signs of premature birth, but because the time was not right, the child could not give birth at all. Therefore, she believed that compared with the difficult situations of severe bleeding and neonatal complications that the mother may face after giving birth, how to make the mother insist on giving birth is the top priority.

After all, the child cannot maintain the physical and mental health of the mother. The child does not even have the chance to come out to meet him, so how can she have the opportunity to deal with those subsequent situations?

Xia Weiwei was also nervous when she received the labor for the first time. For the sake of two lives, she forced herself to calm down, so she had a series of arrangements for the next series.

"Aunt Hazelnuts, please bring someone to collect some water podocarpus, cannas and mint. Just get one bundle of water podocarpus and cannas. Pick more mint leaves, try to pick the leaves, and try to pick them clean, so that you don't have to work hard to clean after you come back."

"Uncle Xunmu, please bring some flat stones back, no matter how big or small you can get them back. Dad Qingmu, take a few fish, the bigger the fatter the better, and you can dig as much lotus root as possible after the fish is picked up." In a series of times, Xia Weiwei arranged for her to go out, and when everyone subconsciously searched for the team, she turned to the bright eyes, waiting for the appointment of Black Stone: "Brother Black Stone, take everyone to my trap and move the red paste mud piled on the slope."

Nothing is more important than the safe production of yellow peaches. Compared to waiting dryly, it seems to be a good thing to do to divert attention. Therefore, at this time, everyone did whatever Xia Weiwei asked, and even the pink cherry blossoms were all looking for trouble for the first time.

"Hurry, time doesn't wait for anyone, and it's dark and I can't pick anything." As he shouted, Fan Ying also walked quickly behind the tent. When she said this, everyone became anxious, so soon, Xia Weiwei was the only one in the center of the tent.

She looked up and looked at the dizzy sky. She turned her heels and ran towards her tent.

When Xia Weiwei cooked the pots, bowls, scoops and spoons that had been made two days ago and dried, Aoki and others brought the big fish she wanted.

Aoki really regarded her words as the standard and spent a lot of money on Huangtao. Not only did he choose big fish that were 15 or 16 kilograms, but he also caught fourteen directly.

Sure enough, the oil layer on the belly of the big fish was wide and thick enough, Xia snorted slightly, and the expression on her face couldn't help but relax.

Seeing this, Aoki, who was staring at her, suddenly felt that he had made the right decision to get all the big fish he caught today: "What should I do?"

"I..." Inadvertently, Xia Weiwei choked me after dealing with it: "Take the oil and slice it into thin slices."

Without a doubt, the men took action immediately, and someone helped cut fish fat, so Xia Weiwei didn't have to wait for the pottery they were burning.

She returned to the tent to free up the bucket pot containing the rock salt blocks. She put the bucket pot on the fire without going to the water to clean it. Then, she put the fish fat that had been cut into the pot due to the men's doubts.

"Aque?" Aoki had a series of question marks.

He wanted to know what the strange-shaped things in the fire were used for, and what she was doing with these fish fats?

The smell is a bit like the cooked fish he tasted that day, but it is a bit different.

····I can't eat so many yellow peaches, and Aqu will not be able to cook for everyone at this time.

In Aoki's confusion, Xia Wei looked up at him, and then, when Aoki thought she was about to get the answer, she said, "Dad Aoki, I'm still waiting to ask for the lotus root."

‘Yes, there is also lotus root.’

Aoki, who suddenly remembered that they had a task, immediately suppressed his mood and cut the fish slices seriously. Xia Weiwei, she didn't even look at the other people's expressions, and she took the fish fat cut out from each other into the pot.

If the situation eases a little, she can not only explain to everyone the pottery they are being cooked, the fish oil they are about to be refined, but she can tell her series of arrangements.

However, time is tight, and nothing she has to do is understandable. In order not to argue with them and to achieve the goal smoothly, she would better hold back.

I knew that in the following time, Xia Weiwei would not talk too much, and let them feel it themselves, but everyone's patience is bounded, and what they can feel is limited.

They could swallow saliva and smell the fragrance of oil, watch the faint flames in the weird lighthouse fighting against the greedy worms in their stomachs, and try their best to press down on the urge to lift the oil lamp bowl and dry the so-called lamp oil.

It can ignore the formation of vessels of all shapes and its indescribable feel, hold them obediently, and carry them to the water to get water. It can knock, smash, smash, wash like a puppet, rub and squeeze them without guessing their purpose, but it can't watch her pour such a large bowl of fish oil into the large basin of mint juice.

“!!!”

“???”

Didn’t that lamp oil would explode sparks when it sees water?

Isn't it said that sparks can easily cause fires when they explode?

Isn’t it said that the oil lamp cannot be ignited if there is too much water vapor?

···What is she doing?

Spray-fried?

Still thinking about watching the fire?

Want to burn the whole grass swamp?

"A Que!" He raised his hand, Grandpa Kezi felt that his heart was about to be broken. How many small lamps can these fish oil be lit, and how many nights can these small lamps illuminate: "What are you doing? There are several fish? Do you really think we don't lack big fish. What should I do if there aren't such big ones tomorrow?"

"What are you going to do, what should you do?" Grandpa Kezi wanted to catch it but didn't dare to reach out. He didn't want to catch it and was unwilling to give it up: "Get it back quickly and get it back."

Xia Weiwei, who was preparing quick-made mint essential oil, was a little weak: "I'll do it later, you'll watch me do it later."

Everyone: "······"

Grandpa Kezi: "·····"

Later, again later?

It was this that later that gave her the opportunity to pour the bowl of lamp oil into the pot of green slurry.

Grandpa Huozi, who felt that he was being perfunctory again, pursed his lips and stared at him, desperately hoping that his eyes would make the impatient little kid in front of him more tantrums.

However, Xia Weiwei was already annoyed by their hundreds of thousands of questions: "Grandpa Kezi, you are not cute at all like this."
Chapter completed!