An Ning was also assigned a task: once most of the people arrived, she would be in charge of holding the baby.
As for her sister-in-law, Lin Cuihua didn't plan on letting her come out.
In the village, there was a custom of a forty-five-day postpartum confinement—a month and a half—which was good for new mothers.
Her sister-in-law was grateful. Lin Cuihua treated her well, so she didn't have a single complaint.
Very few women in the entire village were able to observe the full month-and-a-half confinement.
But it was still early, so An Ning was chopping firewood.
An Ning chopped piece after piece of firewood, varying in thickness and size.
"An Ning, good morning."
Yin Xuemei had arrived. She had been invited today to cook a few dishes.
"Morning. Aren't you cold?"
An Ning asked, noticing Yin Xuemei's clothes were a bit thin.
Yin Xuemei shook her head. "I'm not cold. I'll be in front of the stove soon, and the fire will keep me warm."
