Gu Qingming came to the field with a woolen hat, a black windbreaker, and a pair of cotton shoes. She saw these familiar villagers working in full swing.
"Little Gu, you're out?"
The villagers greeted Gu Qingming one after another.
"Little Gu, you didn't bring the child out? Doesn't the child cry?"
"She definitely won't cry. Her child is really beautiful, obedient, and especially sensible. She rarely cries."
"This child is so easy to take care of. It's much more comfortable for adults to take care of the child."
"Indeed, when I met a child crying, I couldn't sleep during the day and stayed up late at night. In the past, when I was taking care of my child, I was so tired that my hair fell off. If it weren't for the fact that my hair would grow back after falling off, I would have suspected that my head had become bald. How would I face others in the future? At that time, I was worried every day that I would accidentally become bald."
