"Is it really that profitable?" Song Jun was dumbfounded. He could only earn a little over 20 yuan a month.

Ignoring Song Jun's expression, Wei Aiguo divided the profits in half, stuffing the money directly into Song Jun's pocket before pushing him out.

It's so late, I should hurry back to my dorm and wash up.

Song Jun returned home almost in a daze. He desperately wanted to talk to someone about it. He could only tell Liu Shuying about it; if he went to see her late at night, he'd be asking for a beating.

After washing up, Song Jun climbed into bed, still wondering how this could be so amazing. He had earned the money so easily. Then he remembered that his brother-in-law wanted him to go tomorrow. He couldn't take the day off again; he needed to find someone to cover for him.

Lost in thought, Song Jun fell asleep; he was exhausted!

The next morning, Song Jun was full of energy. He quickly went to find someone to take his place.

Song Jun is well-liked. Everyone knows he's been busy preparing for his wedding, but things aren't going well. If he needs anything, his colleagues will readily cover for him without a word.

Song Jun, under the earnest instructions of his younger sister who had returned early, went out with his brother-in-law.

They still went out dressed in tattered clothes. They sold twenty-two items in the morning, and Wei Aiguo quickly arranged for them to return.

Song Jun was somewhat satisfied; his brother-in-law really listened to his sister.

Song Jun has to go to work, so we can't keep making him come out. We'll send him to work this afternoon.

The money from this sale hasn't been divided yet. Wei Aiguo doesn't want to keep making concessions; he wants to resolve this once and for all.

Just then, Song Yan took Wei Aiguo to his second aunt's house. If they didn't go to his second aunt's house for dinner, his uncle and the elders in his family would get angry.

When Song Yan was at the entrance of the delivery room, she quietly told her second aunt not to mention the cost of the surgery to Wei Aiguo.

Wei Aiguo was wounded and discharged from the military this time, and Song Yan wanted to ask that soldier for help—the same soldier who helped his second and third aunts. Wei Aiguo refused, saying that being wounded and discharged was no big deal. But how could Wei Aiguo feel good about it? He loved that military uniform.

If his aunt and the others brought up money, it would inevitably remind Wei Aiguo of the possibility of not having to leave the army. Song Yan didn't want Wei Aiguo to recall those unpleasant memories.

My second aunt agreed very quickly. My third aunt, however, remained silent.

Song Yan was a little uneasy today. He absolutely mustn't mention these things. If he did, the truth would be out, and the source of the money would be impossible to explain.

Wei Aiguo: "You seem to have something on your mind!"

Song Yan: Are you that observant?

"Why would you think I have something on my mind?" Song Yan asked back.

"I just feel... I just have this feeling." Wei Aiguo couldn't explain how he felt it.

"Ever since this little one came along, I feel like I've become unpredictable. But actually, nothing's wrong." Song Yan touched his belly.

Song Yan's belly wasn't noticeable; if she wore loose-fitting clothes, you wouldn't even know she was pregnant...

When they arrived at Auntie's house, Grandpa and Grandma Miao warmly welcomed Song Yan and his wife into their home.

I knew about Wei Aiguo's demobilization, so I couldn't help but show some concern.

Everyone chatted about these trivial matters, discussing everyday life.

My second aunt's husband, Miao Zhen, peeked out briefly when they arrived before going into the kitchen. He was busy cooking there.

Song Yan would sit for a while before going inside to help. Wei Aiguo felt uncomfortable waiting for his elders to cook for him.

But how could anyone possibly let them do any work?

Grandma Miao was overjoyed. "You child, you're not well, what can I do with you?"

This baby is only a few days old, and she's already a mother.

"Don't rush, just sit here. I'll come help in a bit," Auntie San said, pulling Song Yan along. Auntie Er stayed far away from Song Yan.

Third Aunt saw Song Yan's gaze turn to Second Sister, "Your Second Aunt seems to have caught a cold and isn't feeling well. Tell her to stay away from you so you don't catch it."

Grandma Miao was about to speak, but because of what her third aunt said, she closed her mouth again.

Grandpa Miao laughed heartily, “You don’t need to be so hesitant in front of your own children.”

Your Grandma Miao originally intended for you to take a look at your second aunt's health.

Xiao Yan can stay for a few days, until her daughter-in-law's cold has healed.

Song Yan's medical skills are excellent, a fact widely acknowledged by the Miao people.

“I think your second aunt is recovering well after her surgery, so I’m a little anxious about it,” Grandma Miao said.

Auntie held Song Yan's hand the whole time, and she felt Song Yan's hand tighten when Auntie Miao talked about the surgery.

The third aunt sensed something was wrong when she overheard Song Yan telling Wei Aiguo not to mention the surgery fees outside the eldest sister's delivery room. Now Song Yan was nervous again. But no one inside the room noticed.

Song Yan said, "I'm not that delicate. Besides, I'm perfectly healthy." As she spoke, Song Yan walked towards her second aunt.

My second aunt felt fine and thought she'd be alright after a good night's sleep. Actually, it was her mother-in-law who was anxious, hoping she'd get pregnant soon. So she wanted Song Yan to help her take care of her health.

After all, she wasn't young anymore, and if she didn't have children soon, it would really be too late. "I'm fine. I just have a cold, and my head feels heavy. I don't want to infect you," her aunt said, trying to avoid her.

Song Yan went straight over and grasped her second aunt's wrist. She examined her left hand and then her right.

There were some rather private questions that weren't appropriate to ask in front of these men. Song Yan led his second aunt to another room. "Second Aunt, when was your last period?"

"It's been two or three months, hasn't it? My periods used to be irregular, but after the surgery, I'd get them once every two or three months. I was planning to take some medication to regulate them. Your second aunt's husband trusts you, knowing you'd be there when your mother gave birth. So he told me to wait for you to come so he could see you, which is why my mother-in-law is so anxious." The second aunt said somewhat embarrassedly.

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