Spring returns to the earth, and the ice and snow melt.
Except for the remote and cold north, spring has already begun and flowers are blooming in most areas.
The mysterious land of Miaojiang is once again full of vitality.
A shrill cry came from one of the most complete houses in Bai Miao Village.
"Mom, Lian'er doesn't want to give birth anymore. It hurts too much."
Qinglian's painful voice came from the room, and she was weak.
"Silly boy, don't talk nonsense. It's about to be born. It's about to be born. Use your strength and you will become a mother." Wu Shi's safe voice came out.
"Liu Mingzhi, I hate you, you big lecher, why haven't you come yet? Come and see me, I can't hold on any longer."
Wu Shi wiped away the dense sweat on Qinglian's forehead with a hot towel: "Uge's family, hurry up and get a basin of clean hot water."
A plainly dressed woman hurriedly walked out of the room with a bag on her side.
A large group of Miao people outside the door saw the woman coming out and hurriedly gathered around them: "What's going on with the Wuge family? Is the saint girl gone?"
"Yeah, why hasn't it been born for so long? Could it be dystocia?"
A large group of people glared at the man fiercely: "Shut your crow mouth."
The man shrank his head in aggrieved tone: "I am also preparing for the worst."
Wuge looked at his mother-in-law with the same worry: "Feng, the saint is not in danger, right?"
Uge's mother-in-law glared fiercely at the crowd around her: "Get out of here. I've never seen a woman give birth to a baby. What's it like to be surrounded here? How can I get water if I'm blocking the road? You're responsible for anything that happens."
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A group of people suddenly turned into birds and beasts and scattered.
Wu Sang smoked the dry pipe in his mouth: "Wuge, have you asked Shopkeeper Fan of Chengdu Prefecture to send out a letter? It has been several days and there is still no news."
Wuge looked at Wusang with a wry smile: "Uncle, I really went, and shopkeeper Fan also said that the letter has been sent out."
Wu Sang scratched his neck with the pipe in his hand: "Supposedly, Mr. Liu should have arrived five days ago, but why is there no news at all? He won't abandon the saint, right?"
"Uncle, you can't. You have to know that in a letter from the saint, he has mobilized tens of thousands of loads of food for us. He doesn't seem to be a ruthless person, and shopkeeper Fan often comes to visit us with various gifts.
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Wu Sang thought about the pipe for a while and said, "It's broken. The road has been blocked by heavy snow for so long. You won't get lost, right? There are so many miasmas in Miao territory. If you enter it by mistake, it will be broken."
Wuge raised his head and thought for a while: "Uncle, can't you? Brother Wumu is waiting in Chengdu Mansion. With him leading the way, you won't get lost. Don't think about the worst. You might encounter a group of wild animals.
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Wu Sang's expression turned embarrassing. The pipe in his hand shined on the crook of Wu Ge's leg: "Go away. If you don't know how to speak, just stop talking."
"Wow"
A childish and loud cry pierced the sky, bringing life to this quiet village.
"gave birth."
"It's great that she's born."
"Finally gave birth."
A group of people congratulated each other happily, and some people thought that their daughter-in-law had given birth to a big fat boy.
Mrs. Wuge ran out in a hurry: "Get out of the way quickly, don't block the road, there's another one!"
A group of Ziren stared dumbfoundedly at Mrs. Uge who ran to bring water.
It turned out to be twins.
A group of people who were originally happy all looked embarrassed. Are twins a good thing? Of course it is a good thing. Double happiness is a good thing.
But it's also not a good thing. According to ancient medical standards, the possibility of twins dying in infancy is more than five times that of one child.
This is why when everyone heard about the twins, instead of being happy, they were full of worry. They were helpless to deal with the twin midwives in the town, let alone in a remote place like Miaojiang!
After anxious waiting, a baby's cry came from the room again.
But not long before the joy came, another baby's cry was heard, and the three newly born children seemed to be competing with each other to see whose voice was louder.
"Three?"
"Is this a pig?"
It was the same man who shrank his head under the glare of a group of people.
"How about the saint?"
"The saint is not in danger, isn't she?"
"Are mother and son safe?"
No matter how anxious they are, they are not qualified to step into the house. In ancient times, this was an unknown behavior.
Wu Shi looked at Qinglian who was lying on the bed as if she was exhausted. The hot towel in his hand kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and his tone was full of pity: "Poor child, you have worked so hard."
Qinglian's lips were dry and her face was pale: "My child, my child."
Wu Shi took a step back, and three people holding babies wrapped in dry silk came up beside the bed: "Holy Girl, the baby is okay, look at how loud they cry."
Qinglian's face exuded the brilliance of motherhood: "I want to hug, boy or girl?"
"Two girls, one with a handle, the saint will be blessed in the future."
Wushi stopped the three women and covered Qinglian with a quilt: "You have a good rest now, my mother will take care of the child for you, and I will look after you after you regain your strength. Be obedient."
Qinglian looked at Wushi pleadingly, but Wushi still shook his head seriously: "Listen to my mother and have a good rest."
Qinglian nodded feebly: "Xiaolong."
A fiery red shadow shot from the roof to Qinglian's bedside, and began to mediate around the pale Qinglian.
Qinglian laughed softly: "Go and see your little master. You must protect them well from now on."
Xiaolong hesitated for a moment, then tentatively began to crawl towards the babies in the arms of the three women.
The three women didn't feel any panic at all and allowed the little dragon to climb on top of them.
Xiaolong spit out the snake letter and touched the three babies' withered fingers with their scent one after another. After a while, he returned to Qinglian's bed and swung his body.
Gently patting Xiaolong's tongue, Qinglian pursed her lips and smiled: "Go ahead."
Xiaolong hissed twice and slowly disappeared into the room.
"My child, take a rest quickly. Grandma has prepared a lot of chicken soup for you. You can replenish your body as soon as you wake up."
"Thank you for your hard work, mom."
About half an hour later, Qinglian, who was sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes: "My child, my child."
The woman who was sleeping with three babies in her arms immediately woke up: "Holy girl, the children are here, don't worry."
Qinglian was relieved when she saw the children in the arms of the three women: "Let me hold them!"
"Okay, saint, be careful. Newborn babies are very delicate."
"I see."
Qinglian took the child from the woman's hands and bit her lower lip, her face extremely tangled.
"Let me look at those two."
Looking at the child in the arms of the two women, Qinglian's face became even more tangled, and she felt like she was worse off than dead.
"Saint, what's wrong?"
Qinglian sighed depressedly: "Sisters-in-law, although the mother does not think the child is ugly, it is too ugly. It is not as good-looking as the monkeys in the mountains."
Several women looked at each other, lowered their heads and started laughing, which made Qinglian confused.
Looking at the child in her arms, Qinglian tried to find a trace of Young Master Liu in the child, but no matter how she looked at it, it was as ugly as a monkey, or even uglier than a monkey.
"call"
The sound of horse hooves sounded continuously outside, and Qinglian was overjoyed: "Liu Lang!"
ps: Something happened today, so I can only guarantee three updates.