Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 502: Still No X-Ray Vision

He An instantly understood that this seven-something was an adult thing.

She looked outside the yard, unable to contain her restless heart, and said, "Grandma, let’s go play."

Wen’s mother looked down at her, "Where do you want to go play?"

"School!"

She beamed, "Mom said I’ll be going to school next year, and I want to see what the school looks like first."

This is totally possible.

However, taking someone out requires notifying the parents.

As it turned out, when they told Mr. Song, he was more than willing.

"Take her, please. I’m too busy to watch her right now."

That was indeed true. Helping Yi Chichi with work left no time for child-minding.

So, Wen’s mother happily took He An along.

They even carried two apples, one in Wen’s mother’s pocket and the other in He An’s little hand, munching as they walked.

As soon as they left, Mr. Song asked a heart-piercing question.

"Why didn’t you choose medicine?"

"I’d kill people.

Commonly known as having no talent.

Mr. Song paused, "I shouldn’t have let Xinxin follow me into medicine back then."

It’s too exhausting, never at home all day long.

With a mind full of patients, there’s simply no time for family when busy.

And the grandson-in-law? Geez, even busier and frequently disappears.

It’s said to be a family of four, but it’s actually a neglected elderly and a kid.

"They, Xiao He and Xinxin, are not competent parents."

"That’s because they have you as their support."

Yi Chichi spoke a fair word, "Besides, would you really let Zhang Xin quit her job as a doctor and stay home just to raise kids?"

"No way. Teachers even say women can hold up half the sky. She’s learned medical skills for so many years; how could she quit to stay home without work? The leisure of not working is something we old bones should enjoy."

Yi Chichi, "..."

The old man had already said everything; what could she say?

The old man didn’t need her to respond, and shifted the subject, "Do your grandfather and the others know you’re pregnant?"

"They know!"

After confirming the pregnancy, she had called Beijing, and Qin Jiu even said he’d come to the island to visit her during the winter break.

Grandfather couldn’t come because he had returned to his job to shine and was often too busy to even return home.

Mr. Song and the others also couldn’t come, but that didn’t stop them from sending many packages her way.

Thinking about this, she started to worry, "If everything goes as expected, their packages will arrive again at the beginning of next month."

"What’s wrong, don’t you like receiving packages?"

"There’s too much malt milk powder."

These things have an expiration date, and it’s not suitable for giving as gifts. It’s not about being stingy, but rather, such high-priced items can be a burden for the recipient.

It creates a headache over reciprocating gifts.

"How about I bring you two cans of milk powder?"

"No!"

The old man waved his hands in refusal, "Reciprocating gifts is difficult, and I don’t have the face to drink it for free, but..."

"What?"

The old man looked around, seeing no one nearby, he lowered his voice and said softly, "If you really can’t finish it, you can have Xinxin take it to the hospital. New mothers, you know?"

Not every new mother has enough milk. It’s not uncommon for babies to cry hungrily, having to rely on malt extracts or rice soup for sustenance.

Milk powder is hard to come by, with low production and high prices, and you need ration tickets.

The supply and marketing cooperative doesn’t sell milk powder, and if you want to get it at the department store, you need someone to notify you in advance. Otherwise, by the time you rush over, it’s usually been snapped up.

Therefore, however much milk powder you take to the hospital, they can all be used up.

Yi Chichi understood the old man’s point and found it feasible.

After all, her grandfather and the others, ever since she got pregnant, were so worried she wasn’t getting enough nutrition, they were sending foreign exchange coupons to buy milk powder, chocolate, canned meat, and such to send to her.

The amount left at home was truly considerable.

Being able to use some up was also a good thing.

It’s just—

"Wouldn’t it cause trouble for Zhang Xin?"

"What trouble? You have no idea how pitiful those new mothers and their babies without milk are."

Having worked in hospitals before, the old man knew what it was like in the obstetrics department, "Your milk powder, having Xinxin take it there, is saving the babies’ lives."

"Then when Zhang Xin comes back, let her drop by home."

"No rush, once she returns, I’ll have her contact the people first."

The old man, with his shrewd mind, had considered all aspects to minimize trouble. There was no need for Yi Chichi to worry; Zhang Xin just needed to act according to the plan.

Not long after, most of the milk powder and malt extracts at her place were used up.

Wen Shi wasn’t happy about it, "With all sold out, what are you going to eat?"

Yi Chichi looked at the three cans of milk powder and six cans of malt extract on the shelf, after a moment of silence, helplessly said, "There’s still a lot left, plus my grandfather’s package is arriving soon."

Wen Shi’s attention was instantly diverted, "Did you send anything to your grandfather and the others?"

"Sent."

"When did you send it?"

"After Mom dried the abalone, she went to the post office and sent off eight packages."

"Why didn’t I know?"

"You were at work."

Wen’s mother was very capable, borrowing a small cart from logistics, and after breakfast, she went to return the cart while mailing out the packages with the help of a logistics soldier.

There were too many; going through the post office required filling out many forms, which was troublesome. It was more convenient to use logistics.

Logistics handles packages once a month, directly coordinating with the post office, saving a lot of hassle.

There didn’t used to be this benefit; it only started in the last two years.

It’s said to prevent leaks of information.

He just nodded, picked up his book, and started his usual lesson for the toddler. After reading quite some time, he whimsically suggested, "Wife, shouldn’t I start teaching the baby math?"

"...You can try."

"Then I’ll try!"

Wen Shi, being serious about prenatal education, was quite practical. Since he decided to try, he got out of bed, took paper and pen, and started teaching the baby about 1+1 and such.

He taught with intensity, explaining to the baby why 1+1 equals 2, not 3.

Not only that, he wrote it down on paper, then stuck it on Yi Chichi’s belly for the baby to "see."

Acting a little silly, which evoked a tease from Yi Chichi, "The baby isn’t X-ray visioned, how could they see what you wrote through my belly?"

"It doesn’t matter if they can’t see now. By exposing them more, the baby will see once they’re out."

That silly dad, deeply interested in teaching math to the baby, couldn’t withstand the baby’s rebellion, as they started kicking around inside Yi Chichi’s belly.

The excessive movements had her clutching her belly in pain, "Stop it, the baby doesn’t want to hear more problems, sing a song quickly."

Seeing her belly heaving, Wen Shi’s face turned pale, "Be good, Daddy won’t teach anymore problems. I’ll sing to you, isn’t that okay? Stop troubling mommy, be good."

Before the words were finished, he started humming an unknown little tune.

A deep and gentle tune softly flowed in the bedroom, and to be honest, it was quite pleasant.

Yi Chichi’s ears perked up, and the baby stopped rebelling, transitioning from vigorous movement to a slow one, then calming down.

Seeing the belly calm, Wen Shi felt relieved. The tune kept going, his heart happily thinking the baby liked his singing, indeed a little sweetheart.

Just loves Daddy!