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Duo Ya knows nothing about these things. Every day she is down-to-earth. She will carry out everything she says very well.

The first cotton has been picked in autumn.

Spinning cars are a hit in the moment.

The carpenters in the county are also busy. The cars needed to spin cotton into thread are not very good.

When carpenters are busy, they have income.

The joy of the cotton harvest is the whole village.

Whenever anyone saw Ning banquet, they would say hello from the heart.

At other times, I don\'t know if there is any contradiction. Anyway, in the cotton harvest season, the villagers are still very polite.

Not only Gouzi Bay, but also the people in Xiagou Bay are very fond of Ning banquet.

No one in the village was free at night.

Sitting under the tree in the village, the spinning car was shaking in his hand. The creaking sound could be heard in any corner of the village.

Young girls will help, too. After all, when they sell money for spinning and weaving, they will buy them flower belts.

Or buy some sugar.

Harvest represents joy, which will not change in any age.

Listen to the children singing children\'s songs in the village.

A sense of satisfaction rose in the heart of Ning Yan.

I don\'t know if he was so satisfied when he cultivated hybrid rice.

Ning banquet back home, early rest.

Day by day.

In a flash it was winter, and the first batch of hops had been used up.

However, there is still no cultivation of beer with good export feeling.

Ning Yan is not discouraged. When Zhou Quan comes back next year and has hops in his hand, he can continue to cultivate.

In any case, she can still afford the cost.

Snow falls in winter.

The ground turns white.

Another year.

It\'s been nearly three years since I came to this world.

Ning Yan walked away in a cloak.

Face to face, I see Kong Meiniang covering her stomach.

Kong Meiniang has become more and more plump recently. As for Kong Meiniang\'s stomach, she has no heart to study.

After all, it\'s not her baby.

Whether it\'s true or not, it\'s all about Laoning\'s family.

Kong Meiniang smiles at Ning Yan and turns to go home.

Inside, the little Li family is still chattering.

Kong Meiniang returned to her room and put the chicken blood in her clothes.

Look at the snow on the ground, and then look at the little Li, slowly close to the small Li.

He opened his mouth and said, "yellow face, the master won\'t like you."

“……” Little Li\'s eyes glared at the frog, staring at Kong Meiniang and pushing her.

"Ah..."

A sad voice came from Kong Meiniang\'s mouth.

Ning Chaohui heard the news and came out of the room.

See the snow red with blood.

There was little Li\'s hand, which he did not have time to take back, and slapped him in the face.

Xiao Li\'s face swelled up in an instant.

Kong Meiniang smiles from an invisible angle.

However, acting has to be more professional.

A weak breath, murmured: "doctor, doctor, go and call the doctor."

Kong Meiniang "powerless" pulled Ning Zhaohui\'s arm.

Ning Chaohui lets go of the little Li family and takes Kong Meiniang back to the bed in her bedroom.

Staring at the little Li, he turned and ran outside. The door of Mr. Xue\'s house was closed. Ning Zhaohui knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door.

I pass by when I see Wu Bao.

Ning Zhaohui asked, "Mr. Xue, it\'s really not a mu?"

"I went to collect herbs, and I\'ll be back in two days."

"Picking herbs..." Ning Chaohui frowns.

Take a look at Wu Bao: "you have learned from Mr. Xue for a long time. How much skill should you learn?"

“……” Wu Baoshi did not speak.

What can this say.

How can Mr. Xue\'s medical skills be described in terms of several percent? If he wants to learn Mr. Xue\'s skills, it will take him a lifetime.

"Follow me!"

Seeing Wu Bao, he didn\'t speak. Ning Chaohui could only use the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Carrying Wu Bao, he walked to his home.

Push Wu Baoshi to Kong Meiniang\'s room.

He said, "look at her body. What\'s up?"

“……” Wu Baoshi had no idea. He reached for Kong Meiniang\'s pulse.Kong Meiniang was a little nervous.

She knew that Mr. Xue was not in the village today to do such a thing.

However, who knows Ning Chaohui actually got Wu Baoshi.

Wu Bao was very young, but he learned a lot from Mr. Xue for a long time.

If it can be seen

Wu Baoshi\'s fingers reached for a while and said, "the pulse is unstable. It seems that after something, the offspring will be difficult."

"What..."

Ning Chaohui immediately looked back at the little Li family outside.

The distressed eyes fell on Kong Meiniang.

Because the children are gone, they can\'t have children.

He already has two sons, but he doesn\'t care whether Kong Meiniang can have a baby, but What if a woman can\'t think of it.

"Can I prescribe medicine?"

"Prescription can only warm tonic, can not produce or can not produce, I will prescribe a warm tonic medicine."

“……” What can Ning Chaohui do? He follows Wu Baoshi obediently and looks at Wu Baoshi\'s writing on the paper.

Take the prescription and run to the county.

There is no one here. If you want to fill the prescription, you can\'t go to the county.

Wu Baoshi had planned to get a doctor\'s fee.

But

Xiao Li didn\'t mean to him, and Ning Zhaohui was not at home.

Thinking of the family\'s bad reputation, Wu Bao stopped to ask for a doctor\'s advice.

Went out from Ning Chaohui\'s home.

Lying on the bed, Kong Mei Niang\'s heart is in her stomach.

Her luck is not so bad.

What Wu Baoshi said made Ning Chaohui misunderstood.

This time the child was lost by Xiao Li, so

Kong Meiniang\'s eyes fall on the baby who is sleeping on the side.

The child can already be put in her name.

As long as she is a little clever, a little operation, Ning Zhaohui will be coaxed to be happy.

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What happened in Ning Chaohui\'s home is not big or small.

People in the village know it anyway.

As the village head, Ning Yan also heard.

She even saw this kind of miscarriage drama one day.

Life is a drama.

Ning huan\'er lives in the county. She gets the news later. In addition, she has a bad appetite recently. She doesn\'t pay much attention to the outside news.

It\'s been several days since I knew.

Clean up the vomit.

Found old lady Feng staring at her.

My eyes are dark

Ning huan\'er took care of her when she was pregnant. Naturally, she knows what a woman looks like after she is pregnant.

Mrs. Feng stares at her and tries to control her movements without touching her stomach.

If you touch it and the old lady suspects it, she may have no children.

Let your man know first.

In this way, the woman won\'t do anything to her stomach.

Ning huan\'er finishes her work and goes to the school. Feng Fu Zi hasn\'t come back from the school. She can pick up her man and go in when she passes by the hospital.

Pregnancy is a matter of pulse.

If there is

Ning huan\'er lowers her head.

Women should have their own children.

She was also nice to Feng Fu Zi\'s two children, but they were not taught very well by her.

Last time I went to gouziwan, I finished a day.

Feng Renqing wanted to go to xiagouwan to study.

She was also taught a lesson by master Feng. The last time she happened, people in the family didn\'t like her. They all thought that she had brought the child bad.

If it wasn\'t for the growing influence of gouziwan in the county town these days, and she learned some new needling techniques from Kong Meiniang, which brought benefits to her family.

I\'m afraid I\'ll be tossed to death.

It\'s really

County People\'s life is not so easy.

The fastest years for a person are probably the years when he was a daughter.

To be a woman is not a person at all.

Every time I go home, I want to discuss things with my mother and complain, I will be rejected.

On the contrary

Aunt Kong can give her directions every time.

If it\'s not for her kindness, she\'s going to hate her mother.

After leaving school, Feng Fu Zi came out of the school. When he saw Ning huan\'er, he stopped for a moment. Ning huan\'er, dressed in elegant clothes and holding an umbrella, stood in the snow and looked at it like a painting.

"Why did you come?"

"Take you back. It\'s snowing and it\'s hard to walk."

"Well!" Feng Fu Zi followed Ning huan\'er one after another.Walking on a few steps, Ning huan\'er said, "I want to go back to my mother\'s home once?"

"How do you go back?"

Hearing Ning huan\'er say back to his mother\'s house, Feng Fu Zi frowns.

It\'s in Ning huan\'er\'s mother\'s home, some of them

If not, it has something to do with Ning Yan.

Thinking of Ning banquet, Feng Fu Zi\'s chest was filled with anger.

"My aunt is not feeling well. I have to go and have a look. It\'s winter. You have to buy a cotton padded jacket. It\'s too expensive to sell. I\'ll go home and pull some cotton to make you a suit. I\'ll wear it to enlighten and warm the children."

"You can do as you see fit."

After listening to Ning huan\'er\'s explanation, Feng Fu Zi nodded.

Walking to the corner, Ning huan\'er suddenly said, "my husband, I have a bad appetite. Let\'s go to the hospital and have a look."

"Bad appetite? Maybe I eat too much. I\'ll take a rest for two days and then... "

"Xianggong, if you don\'t have a good appetite, you can\'t embroider well. We can\'t delay our affairs like this, can we?"

"Oh, then go and have a look."

Feng Fu Zi didn\'t think there was anything wrong with his actions.

But

Passing by the white master\'s book, or Bai county magistrate, is a little uncomfortable.

He listened to the conversation between Feng Fu Zi and Ning huan\'er.

Huan\'er, such a considerate person, was not even put in the palm of his hand and spoiled into jewelry.

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Follow Feng Fu Zi into the hospital.

Ning huan\'er stretched out her wrist. White wrist is thin and white as snow.

The doctor\'s rough fingers fell on Ning huan\'er\'s wrist.

Bai county magistrate had an impulse to beat people.

Be patient and listen to the doctor\'s diagnosis.

"My wife has been pregnant for less than two months, and she still has some body deficiency. In the future, she will take a rest and become a double body person..."

"Have children?"

There was not much joy on Feng\'s face.

Even plain.