Grandma Li: "Do you feel the urge to poop?"

Lian Lizhi's face turned pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat. "I, I don't want to poop!"

"Oh dear, I'm not asking you to poop, I'm asking if you want to poop—oops, I'm asking if you feel like you need to poop." Old Mrs. Li was so anxious that she was incoherent.

It's true that giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell.

Because it would take some time to get here from Black Wind Village, and the midwife hadn't arrived yet, Lian Lizhi was in even more pain and a little scared. "I'm afraid I won't have enough strength."

“No, it won’t happen,” Li Ruo said. “Think about it, this is your brother’s child. Every year during Qingming and Double Ninth Festival, you bring the child to offer incense to him, which makes him very happy.”

Lian Lizhi's eyes suddenly lit up. "Okay, you're right. I must get it out, no, give birth to it."

"I'll go make some sweet soup." When Grandma Li went there, she realized she didn't have any brown sugar. Li Ruo said, "I have some."

Look how she forgets everything when she gets nervous, but she still takes a long time to cook the sweet soup.

Feeling sleepy or tired? Grab a Red Bull!

She took a bottle out of her sleeve, twisted it open, and fed it to her sister-in-law. After drinking half of it, her sister-in-law exclaimed, "Ah! I... I feel like I need to poop!"

Li Ruo: Damn, you're drinking Wanglaoji, aren't you?

Li Ruo glanced inside, then looked at the Taoist priest, and said, "I think it's a good idea."

Liao Fusheng's complexion was no better than his sister-in-law's. "Oh, cousin, try to use your strength."

"Ah—" Lianlizhi cried out like a charging warrior breaching a fortress, "Are you out yet?"

"No, no, take a deep breath and keep pushing?" Li Ruo's palms were sweaty.

Just then, the midwife arrived. "Oh dear...you all go out first."

Outside the door, Xie Xiao, Sun Ergou, and Xiao Lizi were soaking wet, water dripping onto the ground, and Xie Xiao was covered in mud.

"Sister, is sister-in-law alright?" Sun Ergou asked. "Even the eldest brother fell down."

"Get out!" Xie Xiao shoved him in the face. "It's all because that old woman is too heavy. She should lose some weight when the flood comes."

Little Li grinned, "The boss brought people with him."

Li Ruo didn't laugh, but suddenly asked, "Do you have female healers where you live?"

"No, there's a doctor on Zixia Mountain," Xie Xiao said. "Should we have someone bring him over?"

Before Li Ruo could say anything, a baby's cry came from inside, "Wah!" It was incredibly loud.

"It's born! It's born!" Liao Fusheng ran out, holding a chubby little baby in her hand, still covered in blood, but her shouts grew louder and louder.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

A crackling sound, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, shining through the small window and landing on the chubby boy's rosy face, a truly startling sight.

A thunderous boom resounded.

"The flood is coming!" someone shouted from the mountain.

"Damn it, there really is a flood!"

Everyone's hearts were pounding like drums.

"The tenth of the tenth month, today is the tenth of the tenth month," said Sun Ergou.

Li Ruo's eyelids twitched. "What? How is that possible?" Wasn't it supposed to be ahead of schedule?

“That’s right.” Sun Ergou looked confused. “It’s the tenth of the month, and today happens to be Minor Snow.”

When Grandma Li came out, Li Ruo asked her, "Grandma, Song Zhijing is getting married for the second time. I asked you what day it was, and you said the fourteenth, didn't you?"

Grandma Li was stunned for a moment, "Didn't I say twenty-four? Am I getting senile?"

Li Ruo: ...People are ruining their fathers' lives, and you're ruining your granddaughter's life, Grandma.

Outside, flashes of lightning illuminated the baby's waving little hands and feet, and his rosy face—a truly breathtaking sight.

The water murmured softly, and the world was a vast expanse of white.

"Wah!" Another loud cry from a baby.

October 10th, the end of the world will come.