The system took out a set of children's clothes that belonged to this time and put them aside, and filled them with milk powder.
It took two basins of water to wash away the mud on the little girl's body and the mud and sand on her hair.
After dressing her, Wen Lichu handed the bottle to her mouth. The little girl looked at her with tears in her bright eyes.
When Wen Lichu looked at such a cute child, she didn't know how the family could do it.
Perhaps smelling the fragrance of milk, the little girl opened her mouth and sucked it in big mouthfuls.
It looked like he was starving.
…
On the other side, a little boy was running on the ridge of the field.
While running, she shouted: "Mother, mother..."
In the cabbage field, a woman who looked to be in her twenties was putting seeds. She vaguely seemed to hear the voice of a child calling her mother, but she was not sure whether she heard it wrong or whose child it was. Stop.
Next move, raise your head and look carefully.
After hearing it clearly, she looked at an older woman not far away from her and said, "Aunt Guirong seems to be the voice of your nigga."
Zhao Guirong looked up and saw his youngest son. Just as he was about to speak, he vaguely heard his son's voice.
He quickly put down what he was doing and walked over quickly.
After a while, a little boy about four or five years old, dark and skinny, ran over calling for his mother.
After Zhao Guirong waited for her younger son to run over, she grabbed his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with Hei Dan? Aren't you supposed to be at home watching your sister?"
Heidan heard what her mother said and said unhappily: "She is not my sister, she is mute."
Several women who were nearby subconsciously looked at the mother and son when they heard this.
Some had disapproval in their eyes, while others had ridicule in their eyes.
When these eyes fell on her, Zhao Guirong froze. He raised his hand and slapped his son on the back: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's your sister."
The force wasn't too strong, but Heidan had never been beaten before, but this time he started to howl at the top of his lungs as soon as he was beaten so lightly.
He struggled to open his mother's hand and threatened with tears: "If you beat me, I will tell you about my breasts."
Zhao Guirong's face turned dark, obviously angry at his youngest son's words.
He raised his hand and wanted to give it to him again.
But how could Heidan still let her hit him and run away while crying, without remembering why he came here.
Zhao Guirong was embarrassed and angry.
Still feeling a little guilty, a woman who had always been quarrelsome with her said angrily: "I'm talking about the Jianguang family. Is this how your nigga usually calls the Jianhe couple's children?"
Jianhe is the parents of the little girl Wen Lichu brought home. Zhao Guirong's husband is a cousin. After Zhao Jianhe and his wife died, the family took the little girl home to raise them. At first, they felt pity for the child, who was only born not long ago.
My parents are gone.
But as time went by, this pity changed.
Zhao Guirong glared at her angrily and said, "The child is young and immature. How come your child never says the wrong thing?"
The woman's face instantly turned ugly after being reprimanded like this.
He snorted and said, "At least my child won't call that child mute."
Zhao Guirong wanted to say something else, but before she could say anything, she was stopped by the little daughter-in-law who called her just now.
"Aunt Guirong, you'd better catch up and ask. Heitan probably wanted to say something to you when he came here just now. Now he has run away without saying anything, just in case something happens."
After her reminder, Zhao Guirong felt a little more uneasy and said to her: "The team leader will come over in a while. Please tell him for me. I will chase the child first and ask what's wrong."
The younger daughter-in-law nodded: "Well, go quickly."
The woman who was at odds with Zhao Guirong did not speak again.
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The child neither cried nor fussed after eating and drinking. After Wen Lichu coaxed her to sleep, she gently placed her on the kang to sleep. She took out a small silent fan and placed it not far away to ensure that there was a breeze to blow her.
It won't let her catch a cold.
The child who is obviously almost three years old looks no different from one who is over one year old, and he is still so thin.
She couldn't leave for a while now, fearing that the child would cry when he woke up and couldn't see anyone.
The system looked at Wen Lichu looking at the sleeping child, with tenderness and distress in his eyes, and had a bold thought in his heart: {Host, do you want to raise the child?}
Wen Lichu did not answer directly, but said: "With my ability, raising ten or eight children is not a problem."
She really wanted to raise him, mainly because she felt sorry for the child. For a moment, she seemed to see herself as a child.
But before that, she had to do something.
The system wanted to say something, but looking at Wen Lichu's appearance, he didn't say a word.
The host was right, with her ability to raise dozens or twenty of them, she would have no problem.
Forget it, money can't buy a happy host.
If she really wants to raise her, it's not impossible. After all, she still has her.
If this child is really adopted by the host in the future, there will be no problem with his guidance. He still has this confidence.
Once you figure out the system, you won't have to worry about it anymore.
Looking at the child who was sleeping peacefully, Wen Lichu was not idle. She found some pieces of soft fabric and tried to make some suitable clothes for her.
She was afraid that the child would wake up in the middle and not have access to the space, so she had to do it all by hand. Fortunately, she was very talented. From being fussy at the beginning, she gradually became more proficient at it, which only took about two hours.
I made something wearable.
The system silently glanced at the pile of scrap fabrics on the other side of the table.
Then he praised with a serious look on his face: {The host is very powerful, this dress is a little too big, but children grow up day by day.}
Wen Lichu simply ignored the fabrics she had just scrapped, and after hearing what the system said, she agreed.
"Yeah, that's what I think too. Children grow up quickly. They will grow bigger in a few days, and it won't be long before these newly made clothes can no longer be worn."
The system looked at Wen Lichu and raised his forehead helplessly. It seemed that the host had made up his mind to raise a child.
It seems that I have to prepare myself to look up information on how to raise children.
Wen Lichu and the system were having a heated discussion. The little baby who had been sleeping woke up at some point. She didn't cry or fuss, she just got up obediently and sat looking at Wen Lichu's back.
Quiet and awkward.
But soon the system felt something was wrong.
If you don’t know, you will be shocked when you look at it: {Host, the child is awake.}
Wen Lichu subconsciously turned around and met her eyes.
After being stunned for a moment, he quickly realized what he was doing, asked the system to prepare the milk powder for him, and walked over by himself.
She has never raised children and doesn't know how to get along with them, but usually children who wake up want to go to the toilet.