Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2152: Chapter 1836: Backing Up the Baby

Song Sancheng was holding an umbrella in the back mountains, unable to use his hands to hold the umbrella while moving stones, and ended up soaking wet without having dug any worms.

Finally, after some struggle, he dug a few small red worms, sneaked into the house like a thief, and changed his clothes.

Aunt Lianhua had just finished mopping the floor: ...

With just one set of footprints, she could just go over it with the floor cleaner later on, which wasn’t much work. But Wu Lan hated those people who didn’t step aside even when the mop approached. Seeing Aunt Lianhua with the floor cleaner now, she immediately understood—

A loud cry came from outside the courtyard just at this moment.

To say the rain sounds were insulating, it was true! In the past, you could hear it before people turned the corner, but now, only when they arrived at the doorstep, did everyone be taken aback:

Is that the sound of a child crying?

Which family’s kids are back for summer vacation in the village?

The family curiously looked out from the corridor.

As they watched, what arrived earlier than the people was a burst of hearty laughter, mingled with the child’s miserable cries, giving off an inexplicable sense of joy.

After waiting for a while, Liu Baoni from the village came in holding a big umbrella. She was leading her granddaughter dressed in little yellow duck raincoat and rain boots, one with a crying mouth, the other with a laughing mouth.

Then they looked further back, hey, was there a goose as well?

This goose, being somewhat half-grown, seemed poorly raised, as its feathers were patchy. Moreover, it looked huddled in the rain, lacking the grand presence of their family’s Big White, appearing somewhat shabby.

"Yo!" Wu Lan laughed, "How come today you’re willing to come to my house for a visit, come in, come in, have a seat, let your granddaughter eat something—does she want some watermelon?"

The items from Lao Song’s family were too expensive, so usually people felt embarrassed to come.

To say it was a little expensive, sure, there could be those intentionally coming for free food and drink, or with not-so-pure intentions. But to be that expensive—

Good heavens!

Heard that watermelon couldn’t be stopped even at 20 yuan a pound this year.

In such a case, folks would visit for a piece or two only during some true occasions, more than that would be inappropriate.

This is why the whole village’s atmosphere remained simple and honest – oh well! Isn’t it just wanting to buy seedling from them, working in the fields there, it’s all about making money!

All in all, Liu Baoni was quite upfront:

"How did you know? I came just to let my granddaughter try a bite, to cheer her up from crying. Oh dear, I don’t know how they raised her in the city, she’s been crying for an hour and even hiccuping, and won’t stop."

She truly had a strong pair of lungs.

As she spoke, she laughed heartily again. Her granddaughter pouted: "Sob sob sob, hic, I, I hic, can’t stop now..."

Look at that pitiful sight!

Although it’s not very ethical, it was genuinely becoming more and more amusing.

But indeed, crying for a long time can make it hard to stop. Wu Lan quickly called out:

"Come on, come in and have a couple of pieces of watermelon, it’ll help calm down."

The little girl was pulled, sobbing and choking, waiting in the hallway.

Closing the umbrella, changing raincoat and rain boots, her actions were orderly, serious, slow, but still needed to hiccup occasionally and cry for a bit, truly pitiful and funny!

But after all, coming from the rain, Liu Baoni looked at the spotless floor, feeling awkward:

"I’m making your floor dirty."

This time Aunt Lianhua had something to say: "Not at all, see, wasn’t it about to be mopped, it won’t matter!"

She pointed to the damp, dripping trail of dirt extending forward, along with mud rubbed off the clothes.

Liu Baoni: ...

She inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she looked at her granddaughter, such a small stature, a small stool was specially moved for her.

The other girl seemed only six or seven years old, now sitting earnestly, back straight, both hands on her knees, complying with the rules on the little stool:

"I hic, sob sob, didn’t come to eat watermelon, hic! My family hic! My family has, hic! I’m here to support my, my hic, baby! You guys hic! You have to, have to hic, apologize to my hic, baby!"

Yo!

This little one, speaking her piece intermittently, yet quite with momentum.

Wu Lan laughed even more now, hurriedly picked a small watermelon, sliced it, handing her a piece while nodding and agreeing:

"Okay, support your baby! Here, have a bite of watermelon first, soothe the hiccup a bit, otherwise, talking not clear, we wouldn’t know why to support ah."

The little girl hesitated for a moment.

In front was a watermelon with bright red flesh, spreading a gentle fragrance, seemingly different from what grandma’s house bought.