"Lu Jiang's wife is pregnant, isn't she? Congratulations, congratulations!"
"How long has it been? You have never mentioned it. You are so silly, being pregnant yourself and still helping others with childbirth."
"Just looking at you, you can tell you're so blessed, got pregnant just after getting married. Maybe a fat little boy next year."
In the midst of everyone's congratulations, Feng Qingxue saw Niu Xiuying, who was constantly rubbing corn.
She wore a patched hat, rolled up her shirt sleeves to her elbows, and from the bamboo basket at her feet, an occasional baby's cry could be heard. The way she was handling the corn did not at all reflect a woman who had given birth less than ten days ago.
Niu Xiuying was rubbing corn with one hand and patting the child in the basket with the other. It was indeed too hard!
Feng Qingxue was filled with emotions and admired them sincerely.