Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 416: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 30

Don’t think that so far, apart from having to guard against zombies, there has been no major change in everyone’s life.

That’s because everyone has enough food stored.

But when the spring comes and the seeds are sown next year, who can guarantee that everything will return to normal?

There is still land and water, so can the crops that grow there produce food normally?

Muchen and his team came back from their mission during the day and said that some animals had mutated.

Liu Changshu also told Muchen to let them return to live in the village.

After all, there are more animals in the mountains and greater hidden dangers.

Those mutated animals are similar to mutated zombies. Their eyes have turned grayish white, and they can only bite and have no consciousness.

Muchen also discovered the existence of a crystal core in the head of a mutant dog.

Mu Chen did not hand over the crystal core, but took it back and gave it to Si Rong, asking her to try to study it.

This winter, I spent the whole time in the mountains thinking of my family.

At the end of winter, Sirong gave birth to a little girl.

Six pounds and eight ounces, white and tender.

My grandma didn't have to help, and the nurse, Sister Li, came to deliver the baby.

Si Ma and Mu Ma assisted.

Sister Li skillfully cleaned the child, wrapped him in a washed blanket, and brought him to Sirong.

The little life had its eyes closed, its cheeks had a newborn blush, and its skin was as delicate as fine porcelain, forming a sharp contrast with the rough stone walls around it.

The purity and fragility of this new life seem so precious and out of place in the cold winter of the end of the world.

"Oh, this baby is so pretty! So white and tender!" Grandma smiled so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were squeezed into a flower. She carefully took the swaddling clothes handed to her by Sister Li. The weight of the swaddling clothes made her feel at ease and happy.

He gently rocked the swaddling clothes skillfully and said softly to Sirong, whose face was pale but with a satisfied smile, "My dear grandson, take a good rest. I'll go carry this little baby to the door and let your father and the other old guys have some fun with him!"

At the entrance of the cave, Muchen, Siba and Muba were already as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Every shout and every silence inside touched their nerves.

They paced back and forth, their ears pressed against the heavy wooden door.

When the wooden door creaked open a crack by grandma, the three men squeezed in instantly.

"How is it? How is Rongrong?"

"Is it male or female?"

"Everything is okay?!"

The smile that grandma couldn't hide was the best answer: "Everything is fine! The big fat girl weighing 6.8 jins is very strong!

Rongrong, come and look at this little baby!" She opened the swaddling clothes a little, revealing the tender little face that was sleeping soundly.

Si's father was the first to come forward, his eyes instantly moist, his fingers trembling as he wanted to reach out but was afraid to wake the child: "Like...like Rongrong when she was a child..."

Mu's father also nodded repeatedly, smiling from ear to ear, "Good! Very good! Good girl! Better than that stinky little egg!"

Grandma looked at the group of excited men in front of her with a smile.

She took a step forward and very naturally stuffed the warm little swaddling clothes into Muchen's open arms, which he didn't know where to put.

"Here, dad, give your daughter a hug!"

In an instant, time seemed to stop completely for Muchen.

"Pfft...this kid..." Si's father was amused by his son-in-law's silly look. He laughed softly and shook his head, but his eyes turned red.

"Silly boy! Are you so happy about being a father that you've become stupid?" Dad Mu patted his son's back hard and laughed loudly, his eyes full of satisfaction and a hint of ridicule from a "veteran".

Grandma was even more grinning from ear to ear: "It's better to be silly! Being silly is the real joy!"

Muchen didn't care about the teasing of his elders. His mind and eyes were full of his little girl, and his mouth was grinning almost to his ears.

Sirong in the room was being lovingly fed by her two mothers.

Millet porridge with eggs and a large spoonful of brown sugar is a traditional postpartum meal for women in Northeast China.

Of course, there are more than just these foods now, but the sense of ritual is still necessary.

Sirong was allowed to take a few symbolic bites, and then the meal was changed to a modern meal combination set.

In the first week after giving birth, Sirong's diet focused on foods that helped with lochia discharge, including longan, red dates, and peanut porridge, shrimp and egg stew, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

Both mothers have given birth themselves, so they are not overly obsessed. They want Sirong to breastfeed and let everything take its course.

Thinking about the various greasy broths they drank during their confinement period, which didn’t have much saltiness, I still feel a lingering fear.

During the second week, I used black beans, black sesame seeds, and wolfberries to make a paste to soften my internal organs. I also added two slices of my grandmother's mountain ginseng to the chicken soup for Sirong.

It wasn't until the third week that I started giving Sirong proper milk, adding some lactation-promoting ingredients to her diet: astragalus, fish, and red date soup, and occasionally ginger and brown sugar water.

During this period, the baby was fed with breast milk and formula. She liked both of them. She would fall asleep after eating and was not fussy at all.

Sirong ate confinement meals for a total of one and a half months, and the food she ate in the remaining weeks was mainly for replenishing qi and blood.

The reason why it took one and a half months was that Sirong really couldn't hold on any longer.

Her grandmother and mothers required her to sit for two months before she could take a bath.

Although I can scrub it with warm water during this period, this greasy hair has really reached an unbearable point.

The baby's nickname is Spring, which means that after her birth, it is spring, when all things grow and are full of hope.

The name has not been found yet.

It’s true. Mu’s father, Si’s father and Muchen, these three people hold small meetings every day for the sake of their child’s reputation.

Everyone has a small notebook in their hands, which is filled with various names.

"Listen, 'Mu Qingyang' is taken from 'A gentle breeze comes slowly', which means a clear mind and a broad outlook. How wonderful!" Mu Chen was the first to show his results, his tone filled with the pride of being a new father.

"Tsk, 'Mu Qingyang'? Sounds like someone selling shampoo!" Mu's father poured cold water on him mercilessly, "Too weak! Look at me, 'Mu Xiao', brave and good at fighting! That's what it takes to survive in today's world!"

Si's father slowly adjusted his glasses. "'Xiao' is too violent. I chose 'Mu Zhihe', which means understanding the fundamentals and being down-to-earth. For a girl, it's better to be well-educated and well-mannered."

Besides," he changed the subject. "Old Mu, wasn't your son's name also chosen by you? Why are you not following the family rules now? My daughter worked so hard to bring you a new child.

We can’t even get a right to propose a name? We even have the same surname as your Mu family! "