With Wei Aiguo not home, Wei An followed his aunt around like a little shadow.

Li Yuanzhao teased Wei An, "You think your aunt can just disappear?"

"My second uncle said that my aunt is pregnant with a little sister. Since my second uncle isn't home, of course we have to take good care of my aunt." Wei An didn't even eat the apple herself; she saved it for her aunt.

Song Yan is truly pampered by her whole family at home. Now, Jiang Xiaoxiao does all the housework and doesn't allow her to lift a finger.

Song Yan needed to heat the kang (a heated brick bed) in his house every day. Chang Xiaohu would prepare the wood for the fire every day.

Wei Ping already knows how to start a fire. Wei An knows how to read a watch, so she looks at the watch on her aunt's wrist. When it's time, she calls her brother to go and heat the kang (a heated brick bed) for their aunt.

They burned firewood three times a day so that Song Yan could always have a warm room whenever he returned.

At night, Wei An would thoughtfully make the bed for Song Yan, and in the morning he would help her fold the blankets.

Sister-in-law Cheng teased the children, "Wait until you're in class!"

Wei Ping said, "I don't let my sister look at the time when class starts. I light a fire once before class, once after school at noon, and once in the evening, which is just right."

The women in the village envied Song Yan's life. What woman doesn't get pregnant? And what kind of work don't pregnant women do? But Song Yan was treated like a treasure during her pregnancy.

When Wei Aiguo returned, Song Yan said to him with great concern, "If I continue like this, will someone report me? What if they say I'm indulging in pleasure?"

“This is our own family matter, it’s not that serious.” Wei Aiguo was very considerate; the first thing he did when he got back was to do laundry.

Song Yan doesn't even need to wash his clothes.

Song Yan lay comfortably in bed. She wasn't nauseous during her pregnancy, didn't dislike any smells, and enjoyed everything she ate. Unlike others who suffered, her family took meticulous care of her.

"Life is so wonderful!"

"What did you say?" Wei Aiguo, who had just come in, did not hear what his wife said.

“I say I’m happy, my child isn’t naughty at all.”

Those pregnant women in the group were vomiting so badly... I felt like it wasn't pregnancy, it was torture.

Li Yuanzhao didn't vomit much, but her legs started to swell after only a few months.

"I've discovered I'm the happiest person." Song Yan was truly content.

After washing up, Wei Aiguo crawled into bed with his wife. "The child is so considerate of you, but it's hard on me as the father."

Xiaoyan…”

Song Yan felt Wei Aiguo's burning body.

Wei Aiguo couldn't get any meat, so he came to mooch some soup. But the closer he got, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Wei Aiguo gave his wife a big kiss. "Go to sleep!" he said, preparing to retreat to his own bed.

Song Yan held him tightly, refusing to let go, and gently kissed him with her soft lips.

"Wife, this is terrible! Let go!"

Song Yan couldn't help but chuckle, his soft body trembling in his arms. Especially since Song Yan's hands were still caressing him.

"You're really trying to suffocate me." Wei Aiguo had no choice but to stay far away.

Song Yan: "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Wei Aiguo shook his head: "Go ahead and speak, I can hear you."

Aren't you coming over?

Wei Aiguo shook his head.

Song Yan: "I'm angry! I won't be able to sleep well tonight, and I can't get proper rest, all because of you."

Wei Aiguo knew it was his wife being unreasonable. What could he do about it? "I'll move a little closer to you, then you can talk!"

Song Yan glanced at the distance between the two people and said, "We're not even close yet."

Wei Aiguo was helpless; Song Yan was determined to torment him! He moved forward a little more. "Speak!"

Song Yan lunged at her. Wei Aiguo, afraid of hurting her, didn't dare to dodge.

"Wife, please let me go!" His wife was pregnant; he couldn't touch her, couldn't say anything about her, and hitting her was out of the question. Wei Aiguo was at his wit's end!

Song Yan whispered a few words in Wei Aiguo's ear...

"Are you telling the truth? Then you were lying to me before?" Wei Aiguo asked, his eyes wide.

Song Yan felt like Wei Aiguo's eyes were gleaming with a green light, and she was a little scared. "Calm down!"

I've had three months now, and everything's fine. But you can't be as unrestrained as before... ah..."

Wei Aiguo rolled over, switching their positions. Before Song Yan could speak, he kissed his wife passionately…

He finally stopped after a long while, looking at his wife beneath him.

Song Yan's skin was so smooth it seemed like it could break at the slightest pressure; his watery eyes reflected his features, and his lips were a vibrant, luscious red…

Wei Aiguo knew those men were talking nonsense together, all saying he was the luckiest woman, and that his wife was the most beautiful…

He kissed his wife tenderly again…

…

There's an old saying that goes, "The New Year is easy to get through, but the Spring Festival is hard to get through."

Spring is usually a lean season, a difficult time. But this was practically nonexistent in Qingshan Brigade. Even if they weren't working in the weaving group, the brigade leader would assign them tasks like collecting manure and emptying grain stores, which would earn them extra work points.

Everyone's so busy, it's almost time for spring planting.

Song Yan could also sense that education is now valued more than before.

For example, in May, the county will conduct a unified examination for grades three, four, and five to assess the learning situation in each primary school.

Captain Wu went to the commune, and the students from Qingshan Brigade also wanted to take the exam. The commune consulted the county, and the county agreed.

Many children in the brigade's literacy classes started learning relatively late, so they weren't learning by academic year. The older children were actually rushing to catch up on the curriculum.

Chen Shuanzhu, Ji Chunyang, and the other older children have finished their fourth-grade curriculum. They've just started fifth grade.

In formal schools, the fifth-grade curriculum has been in session for a month, and they would be at a disadvantage if they took the fifth-grade exams.

Jiang Xiaoxiao enrolled them in fourth grade, but the remaining grades were third, second, and first grade.