Liu Huaying handed the paper directly to her lover.

"Jiashu, you must keep this safe. Let's take good care of this child together."

"Yes, let's work together."

Zhuang Zhimeng stood up and gave her seat to Uncle Shi.

"Master, why don't you come and stay at our house with Uncle Shi?"

Liu Huaying shook her head.

"Not during this period."

I need an absolutely quiet environment; that embroidery is crucial.

Let's wait a while, then we'll occasionally come and stay with you for a few days.

"I'll have to trouble you for a while when I'm close to giving birth."

"Alright.

If you'd like to go anywhere, just give us a call, and Aber and I will make time to go with you.

"good."

Hao Caiyun called to her daughter and son-in-law to go outside.

"Alright, let's go out first."

"Let Huaying get some rest; she needs to sleep."

Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai nodded.

"Uncle Shi, let us get you the food first, then we'll go home."

"Thank you for your help."

"Once your master, Zhimeng, is finished with his work, we'll invite you and Qingbai to Old Cui's for dinner."

"Okay, it's settled then."

An Qingbai laughed.

"We won't try to save you money, Master."

"Haha, your master can afford a meal. Just order whatever you want."

Everyone present laughed.

Shi Jiashu handed the lunchbox to his apprentice.

"Qingbai, prepare some nutritious food."

"Okay, if there's soup, get another bowl for your teacher's wife."

Hao Caiyun remembered.

"They really do have it today; tonight it's meatball soup."

Upon hearing this, Shi Jiashu took out another lunchbox.

"Then I'll get a meatball soup."

Zhuang Zhimeng was just about to get food with her lover.

Shi Jiashu stopped her.

"Qingbai can go, Zhimeng, I have something to ask you."

An Qingbai nodded, took the three lunch boxes, and left.

"Please speak."

"I want to know which chickens are the best? To supplement your master's nutrition."

"Leave this to me, I'll find it for you."

"Okay, I think it's fine to leave this to you."

"Hmm, how many chickens do you plan to want?"

"It will take at least two a week. I'll ask Lao Cui to send someone over to help me."

"Okay, I'll find you two live chickens a week. Remember to feed them."

"No problem, but we can't let them get too thin from starvation."

Hao Caiyun quickly reminded her.

"Don't let anyone know you're raising chickens at home. It's still not allowed to raise them in the urban area of ​​Beijing."

“I understand. We’re staying near Old Cui’s restaurant, which, strictly speaking, isn’t considered part of the city.”

"Yeah, that's right, that place is considered the suburbs."

It's always better to be cautious.

"Thank you for the reminder, Sister Caiyun. I will keep that in mind."

After An Qingbai returned with his food, the three of them said goodbye and went home.

Zhuang Xingzhou took the children to his in-laws' house for a free meal.

Hao Caiyun and her daughter and son-in-law also sat down to eat.

"How are you? Nothing happened, right?"

Hao Caiyun took a bite of food before answering her lover.

"It's nothing, it's good news, Huaying is pregnant."

"That's great news. It's always a shame not to have children."

Shi Meiling strongly agreed.

“If this happened in the countryside, people would laugh at you for the rest of your life, and there would always be people pointing fingers and gossiping behind your back.”

Zhuang Zhimeng asked.

"Mother, what would happen if we didn't have a son?"

"Having no son is even worse than having no children at all; you're constantly being called a 'dead household' by others."

No matter what you do, they always say the same thing, and at this point, there's really no way to refute them.

For example, you could say that...

The two were arguing, and one of them clearly had the upper hand.

When confronted with those words, the man's arrogance immediately subsided.

"No wonder so many people are willing to risk their lives to have a son."

"Who says otherwise?"

That guy in the village, An Gousheng, we usually call him Shengzi.

He has eight daughters and still wants a son.

"Eight? That's too many!"

"People don't think they have too many leftovers."

The eight daughters could earn work points when they were young, and then exchange those points for dowry when they got married.

That could be considered a contribution to him having more sons.

"His family must be very poor, right?"

"Yes, they are the poorest family in the village, and they are busy having babies every day."

It's not good for my daughters either.

She's obsessed with having a son; she won't give up until she has one.

"That's why I don't remember him. Does he rarely go to work?"

"He basically doesn't work; all he does is try to have a son, and he uses all sorts of folk remedies."

He's supported by his daughters, and his wife looks much older than her peers.

An Qingbai put a chicken wing on his wife's plate.

"I did see Uncle Shengzi when I went back last time."

Are you still discussing with others how to have a son?

I heard Aunt Vanilla is pregnant again, and Uncle Shengzi is already planning how to get pregnant next time.

Zhuang Zhimeng spat out the bone and shook her head.

"This is outrageous! It treats women like mere birthing machines."

"What's the point of just getting pregnant and giving birth every day?"

An Qingbai shrugged.

"Some people just have to have a son."

From this perspective, family planning isn't so bad; having too many children would only lead to increasing poverty.

An Tanxiao sighed.

Having many sons isn't necessarily a good thing.

There used to be a family in the village with six sons.

As a result, the elderly couple argued and fought every day over their meager assets.

The elderly person in the family was so angered by them that they died.

Zhuang Xingzhou spoke.

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