Chapter 91 This outfit looks familiar.

At 9 PM, Chen Feng's child had not yet been born.

Song Chunxue, along with her mother-in-law and Jiang Hongying and her daughter, went to sleep in the north room.

However, Chen Feng's cries of pain still clearly reached everyone's ears.

The old woman couldn't help but say, "I've seen many pregnant women, and I've seen many women suffer terribly during childbirth, but I've never seen one who, before even giving birth, yells like she's showing off, as if she wants to tell everyone that she's about to have a baby."

"Honestly, I asked her to lift up her clothes so I could see if her belly was hard, but she absolutely refused, saying that I was in cahoots with you and that I was deliberately making things difficult for her..." Aunt Zhao took a breath, "If it weren't for your daughter-in-law, I would have left long ago."

“Calm down, she’s always been like that. Before we separated the family, she almost made me sick. Other people’s in-laws control their daughters-in-law, but I’m the one being tormented by my daughter-in-law,” Song Chunxue said with a bitter smile. “Maybe I owed her something in my past life. Fortunately, we won’t be living together anymore, which is better for everyone.”

Thinking back to how much resentment she initially harbored towards the boss, now that I think about it, she should actually sympathize with him.

Why make things difficult for your own child? It's bad enough for a woman to make things difficult for him.

From now on, as long as Chen Feng doesn't try anything funny, we can just turn a blind eye.

Thinking about it this way, she has to be considerate of the eldest brother.

"That's true, go to sleep, otherwise they'll come and wake me up again later." Aunt Zhao closed her eyes. "Or maybe I should change rooms to sleep in."

“No need. He’ll definitely wake more than just you anyway. The child is sleeping soundly, and we’ll all be woken up.” Song Chunxue also closed her eyes. “Go to sleep.”

Jiang Hongying thought for a moment, then crumpled up two cotton balls and stuffed them into her ears.

Then he gave Xiujuan two more. Knowing the eldest brother's nature, he'll probably come four or five times tonight.

Neither she nor Xiujuan could help.

Sure enough, after sleeping for less than an hour, Jiang Yeming gently pushed open the door.

"Mother, Chen Feng said she's in a lot of pain, like she's about to give birth."

Song Chunxue asked with her eyes closed, "Have you started bleeding? Has your water broken?"

"not yet."

Song Chunxue said irritably, "Then what are you doing here? Didn't I say that pain is normal? Unless she feels like her bones are about to crack and her vision is going black, that's when she's going into labor, right?"

Aunt Zhao lay motionless on the kang, too sleepy to keep her eyes open. "Did you check her pulse? Has it changed?"

"..." Jiang Yeming didn't touch it; he was brought here by Chen Feng's shout.

"The pulse hasn't changed, which means the child is fine. It's just normal pain; let her bear it."

Aunt Zhao said weakly with her eyes closed, "We've all given birth, we can't possibly lie to you."

"I'm really fed up with your wife. She's having a baby and it's like we're deliberately ignoring her. The baby is in her belly, and the pain should be hers to suffer."

Aunt Zhao finally couldn't hold back and cursed, "Next time she asks you to come, unless she takes off her pants and you see that she's already five fingers dilated, even if she's only three fingers dilated, it's no use, otherwise I'm going to yell at her."

“I can understand if she hasn’t had children, but if she doesn’t listen to me, she’s just deliberately torturing this old woman. If she’s just in a lot of pain, let her eat something, drink some water, or you can wash her hair as soon as possible. What’s the use of her always coming to me? I don’t know how to relieve pain.”

After being bothered dozens of times, Aunt Zhao finally snapped. After yelling at him, she felt better and soon started snoring.

"..." Jiang Yeming gritted his teeth, ultimately having nothing to say.

With a creak, the door closed gently, and Jiang Yeming left the courtyard.

I slept soundly until dawn.

After the rooster crowed, Aunt Zhao quickly got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), put on her shoes, and ran outside.

"I'll go check on them. Maybe they're angry because I scolded them and are too scared to come to me," Aunt Zhao said anxiously. "Young people these days are so hard to please."

Song Chunxue also threw off the quilt, got off the kang (heated brick bed), and put on her shoes.

Last night, fearing that Chen Feng might start giving birth in the middle of the night, neither of them took off their clothes.

She went to the kitchen to boil some water in preparation for washing her face.

Before long, Aunt Zhao arrived.

"They must have been exhausted from shouting, because they both fell asleep," Aunt Zhao chuckled softly. "You know what, sometimes a good scolding is more effective than anything else."

“That’s right. I was so angry that I hit the eldest son before, and he couldn’t get out of bed for two months.” Song Chunxue said helplessly. “No wonder the ancients said that children are raised with a stick. He used to be as stubborn as a mule, but last night he actually admitted his mistake to me and said he would change in the future.”

Speaking of this, Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know how shocked I was at the time?"

"How shocked were you? Did you think you had given birth to another son?"

Song Chunxue laughed heartily, "That's right, that's what I thought at the time."

Actually, she was thinking at the time, could it be that the eldest brother also started over like him?

However, that situation indicates that the eldest brother regretted it.

But given how stubborn he was in his past life, will he regret it?

When he gets old and can't walk anymore, lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) with no one to take care of him, will he regret not being nicer to his own mother?

That's the only possibility.

Before long, the third child got up, dressed neatly, and came to the kitchen.

"Mother, you're up so early today. Would you like some soup? I'll go gather some firewood."

As he spoke, Sanwa yawned and turned around.

"No need, you go wash your face, I'll gather the firewood," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "Aunt Zhao, go wash your face too. If you're not fully awake, you can continue sleeping."

"Alright, alright, I'll go back to sleep for a while. To be honest, I was quite frightened just now, after all, I came here to deliver a baby." As she spoke, Aunt Zhao yawned, "I'll just take a nap."

Sanwa scooped up a ladle of water. "Hasn't your sister-in-law given birth yet?"

"She didn't give birth yet. She cried all night, but she's quiet now," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "But she should give birth around noon. When she comes back tonight, you'll be able to see your nephew."

"How can Mother be sure it's a nephew and not a niece?" Sanwa laughed. "Would you be disappointed if it were a niece?"

"What's there to be disappointed about? It's not my child anyway. Even if it's a girl, it's her own business whether she wants to have more. It doesn't matter whether I'm disappointed or not. I've had five children, and I can tell whether it's a boy or a girl just by looking at the shape of their bellies."

Sanwa nodded, "That's right, you can be an old woman too."

“More than a decade has passed,” Song Chunxue sighed. “Once you have your own child, I’ll be very busy.”

"Why?" Sanwa squatted on the ground washing his face. "I'm not even married yet, and Mother is already worrying about me so early."

"No, not really..."

I wonder if her drastic change in attitude towards Sanwa will alter the fate of Sanwa's children.

Sanwa had a total of five children, the first four of whom were girls.

If she tells Sanwa about the folk remedies for having a boy this time, will it work?

"Mom, the firewood fell onto your shoe!"

When she came to her senses, Sanwa was reaching out to brush the firewood off her feet.

She was sitting in front of the stove tending the fire when she got distracted and forgot to add more firewood. Before she knew it, the firewood had all fallen onto the back of her feet.

"It's alright, it's alright," Song Chunxue stood up. "I'll go gather firewood. You can read for a while. The air is fresh in the morning, and your memory is at its best."

Sanwa nodded, "Then I'll go."

"Oh, Sanwa, you look so smart! I've never seen you wear this blue cross-collar long gown before. Did your mother make it for you?"

The fourth brother leaned against the door frame, his gaze falling on him. "These clothes look familiar."