So that's what happened. It's quite mysterious.

Song Yun put down the bowl and immediately took Chang Guiying's pulse. She knew what was going on.

"Congratulations, auntie."

Chang Guiying's face showed joy, but at the same time, there was also worry, a mixed feeling of joy and worry, "Am I really pregnant?"

Song Yun nodded and glanced at Chang Guiying, who was already a little pregnant. "Yeah, almost four months."

Chang Guiying didn't know what was going on at first. She thought she was old and her menstruation had stopped. She didn't have any reactions like morning sickness, so she didn't take it seriously. But as the months went by, she found something wrong. After all, she had given birth to a child, so how could she not know what it was like to be pregnant? Asking Song Yun to take her pulse was just a formality. The conversation that followed was the real point.

"Song Zhiqing, I'm forty-one years old. Can I still do this at my age?"

Song Yun did not answer this question directly, because there is no standard answer to this question. Everyone's situation is different. Some people cannot have sex at the age of 40, while some people can have sex at the age of 50.

"That depends on your physical condition. Everything seems normal for you right now. As for the specific development of the fetus, you'd better go to the hospital for a detailed examination. If conditions permit, it's best for older mothers to go to the hospital for delivery. Any problems can be dealt with promptly by the hospital, ensuring the safety of both mother and child to the greatest extent possible."

Chang Guiying knew that going to a hospital was the safest option, but her family didn't have the money to go to the hospital. She didn't even dare tell her eldest and second sons that she was pregnant. Her eldest daughter-in-law was also pregnant, and if she got pregnant too, who would take care of her during the confinement period? Who would take care of the child? It was a ton of problems.

Song Yun couldn't care less about these things. She went out of the house to find Liu Tonggen and insisted on giving him money, otherwise she would not give up the stone mill.

Liu Tonggen scratched his head and said, "This stone is free. I got it myself. It only took a little time to make it. Give me two yuan."

The stones used to make the millstone are very hard. One can imagine how much effort Liu Tonggen put in getting these stones from outside. It must have taken a lot of work to carve the millstone bit by bit. Two yuan is definitely not enough.

I found some pictures online and took a look at them.

Song Yun gave five dollars, and she and Yang Bing each took half and took the stone mill back to the Song family courtyard.

Thinking of the delicious tofu, Song Yun soaked the beans when she got home, cleaned the stone mill and placed it in the yard, so that she could drink soy milk and eat tofu tonight.

Song Yun was not idle in the afternoon. While Yang Yubing was back in the house, she carried the backpack and went up the mountain alone.

She had been with Yang Lifen and the others this morning, and there was no way she could smuggle chestnuts into the system's storage compartment. She had to get more in the afternoon, otherwise the chestnuts on the mountain would be gone in two days, and it would be too late to get more.

After going up the mountain, Song Yun found a remote place far away from the villagers to knock chestnuts. She knocked off a large pile first, then sat beside it and peeled the chestnuts quickly with the system dagger. Most of the peeled chestnuts were stored in the system storage compartment, and both storage compartments were filled directly. Her sack was only half full, and she was satisfied. She took the medicine shovel and dug herbs in a place she had chosen before. She dug a basket of herbs. Seeing that it was getting late, she carried the sack down the mountain.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I heard a noisy sound in the yard, and someone was crying and shouting something.

"What happened? What are you doing here?" As soon as Song Yun's voice came out, the people who were watching the excitement immediately made way for her.

"Song Zhiqing, you're finally back. Hurry up and show it to someone. The one from Xiaoxi Village seems to be dying."

Upon hearing this, Song Yun quickened her pace and walked through the crowd into the yard. In the open space in the front yard, a woman with a blue face and purple lips was lying on a torn quilt. Two half-grown children were kneeling beside her crying. Several men and women with ugly faces stood behind the children, their faces gloomy and sad.