The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2347: Embroidered Dudou (Part 5)

Yang Ruxin diligently worked on embroidering a Peppa Pig, yet the needle repeatedly stabbed her fingers. In the end, she gave up: "I say, I’ll just design some fresh doll patterns for you. Embroidery isn’t my thing at all—can someone please help? Our little one will surely appreciate you lovely aunties later on."

"Madam, this seems easier than acupuncture." Chun Hua eyed the embroidery piece, then lifted her gaze to Yang Ruxin, "You handle needles on patients so effortlessly—why the trouble with sewing?"

"Acupuncture’s a whole different story. Get the spot and pressure right, and it’s smooth sailing. But this?" Yang Ruxin gestured at the jumble of vibrant threads, "Switching from one color to another nonstop—it’s maddening. Plus, clothes work fine without fancy stitches. Why fuss over it?"

"Big sister, you’re simply lazy." Erni rolled her eyes toward Yang Ruxin. She used to manage needlework fine, but lately grew restless with it, "Back in the day..."

"Xuexue, true heroes don’t dwell on old glories." Yang Ruxin swiftly cut off Erni with a sharp look, "Anyway, my head was full of rubbish before, but now it’s sharp and clear. So, my smarts go toward major stuff, not fiddling with threads." Was this kid about to mention Yang Dani’s sachet and pen cover for Guan Qingshu? That wasn’t her fault, but she got stuck with it, "What’s more, if I wasted days on threads, we wouldn’t enjoy our current comfort—barely avoiding hunger at best."

Erni poked out her tongue yet held back further words, grabbing a basket of sewing items instead: "Fine, mom and Aunt Feng figured you’d lose patience. Everyone knows you handle the big tasks, so we got it all set for you." It brimmed with bellybands.

"The ladies truly look after me." Yang Ruxin grinned, eagerly taking the basket, lifting the top bellyband, and spreading it out—a wave of emotion hit her. Wasn’t this the pattern... She unfurled the rest swiftly, her inner astonishment mounting.

"We chose these designs as a group." Erni, missing Yang Ruxin’s odd expression, beamed while indicating the bellybands, "Three cheerful options: twin lotuses, magpies on branches, mandarin ducks in water. Perfect for boys or girls. Mom stitched the red one, Aunt Feng the pink, and they plan emerald green plus lake blue next. Your baby arrives in July, still sweltering then, so those shades will feel cool."

Yet Yang Ruxin tuned out Erni completely. That old dream flashed back vividly. There, her three infants wore exactly these bellybands—red at first sight, pink next, and afterward... She’d recognized the stitches vaguely then; now she knew it was mom and mother-in-law’s handiwork.

From her past life, she recalled a news piece about a village mom birthing triplets, too poor to keep them. The story went viral, sparking aid from folks—including her own box of baby formula.

She could still hear the reporter dramatically noting the natural odds of triplets: one in seven hundred thousand.