Mom and Second Aunt completely tore faces with their maternal family, even after handling Grandpa’s affairs, they said harsh words about never interacting again.
The Second Uncle and elder aunt who were away also sent grain back during the famine years, but without exception, none entered the old man’s mouth, so the estrangent with First Uncle and Third Uncle included Second Uncle and elder aunt too.
Ye Huan never expected that they would disregard ethics and morality, beco so selfish.
While feeling sorry for the older generation, she also thought that following such sons might be a form of relief?
She sighed, picked up a pen to write a letter back ho, naturally focusing on her and Ye Yu’s current situation, reassuring them not to worry, and ntioning if there was ti, she would definitely go ho to visit.
Ye Huan didn’t expect her pregnancy reaction to be so severe, basically vomiting whatever she ate, eating only fruits daily could increase the risk of gestational diabetes, which she didn’t dare to do, so even if she ate and vomited, she had to eat.
Tong Zhan felt sorry for her and tried everything to improve her als, occasionally going to the nearby river to catch so fish and make fish soup for her.
But the fish soup was a bit fishy, which she couldn’t stand, yet she couldn’t bear to reject Tong Zhan’s kindness, so she often drank it and then threw up.
The only positive was that she ate less, the children and Tong Zhan ate more, which was great for when they had the chance to strengthen their bodies.
After repeating this cycle of eat and vomit for three months, by the fourth month, the situation eased.
Tong Zhan was delighted, "Did we make it through?"
Ye Huan had just vomited, her mouth sour, she took a sip of water, rinsed her mouth, and sighed.
"It’s hard to say, so have it up to the birth, thinking about the wasted food, my heart aches, it’s really hard!"
Tong Zhan looked apologetic: "Sorry, if I had known, rather than this..."
"Alright, why are you saying this again? Every ti we talk about this, you say it. It’s what I wanted, what I hoped for. Who doesn’t want their own child? Although we already have three, having a couple more isn’t too many, do you prefer boys or girls?"
"Of course girls, if you could have one as smart and clever as you, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"
Ye Huan pouted, "I’m not smart, and I look ugly. I still hope to have a child like you, whether boy or girl, looking a bit like you,"
"Who says my wife is ugly? Is there such an ugly cultured person? Tch, I’m not interested, I’m only interested in you,"
Oh dear, how is this getting more outrageous?
Ye Huan blushed and tapped him, "Quick, check if the corn is stead? The children are all craving it!"
Eating sticky corn stead in winter is truly delightful. This corn is produced in her space, and although now food from space is less eaten, occasionally improving a al is still fine, especially when children are stuck at ho daily, they are really eager to eat.
But they also understand Mom is having a baby and thoughtfully let Ye Huan try the delicious food first.
The coldest ti in Beijiang is during December and January, with temperatures below several degrees being common, and of course, February is still very cold. By the end of April or early May, the weather starts to warm up.
But after January, the kids can no longer hold back, at this ti the ground hasn’t thawed, the snow hasn’t lted, perfect for playing.
So while Ye Huan is busy at ho, Tong Zhan makes a wooden raft to pull the three kids around in the snow for fun.
Ye Huan sotis cos out, stands atop the earth cave to watch, kids and Tong Zhan playing happily, giggling nonstop, such a scene...
She was moved, couldn’t resist going inside to pick up a brush and paper, capturing this warm mont.
Of course, it included her standing in front of the earth cave watching them, father and kids together.
These drawing papers were bought from a departnt store, because caras were too precious in this era, so she bought a few books, planning to record life’s bits and pieces herself through sketches. Unexpectedly, she ended up in the great Northwest of the country, even more unexpected was that despite life being bitter, it was sweet at heart.
March brings signs of thawing ground, last year the canal was half dug, irrigating crops, all done by warriors carrying water one bucket at a ti to the land.
So this year, after spring in March and April, a major effort must be made in digging the canal.
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