Fang Yanming called his hometown to announce the joyous news that Mao Fangfei was pregnant.

"Oh my, she's finally pregnant! I'm coming right now. Your wife is getting on in years, so she needs to be careful during the first three months. There can't be any mishaps." Fang's mother was very happy and offered to come and take care of Mao Fangfei.

With the encouragement of her cousin, Fang's mother's attitude improved a lot that year, and she became less prejudiced against Mao Fangfei. Now that Mao Fangfei is pregnant with the Fang family's grandson, Fang's mother is naturally even more satisfied with her.

Of all things under heaven, the grandson is the greatest.

A good daughter-in-law is one who can give birth to a son.

"What are you doing here? My mother-in-law can take care of things. There's so much to do at home, she can't do without you." Fang Yanming finally managed to persuade his mother, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

His mother and his wife's relationship had finally improved a bit, and if she moved in, they would start fighting again. He didn't want to be caught in the middle.

Besides, his mother is a terrible cook and slovenly. She's not here to take care of him, but to annoy him. To be honest, he can't stand his own mother's slovenliness.

A few days later, my cousin's daughter came to visit. She was dressed more fashionably than before. They had sold their truck and opened a small supermarket in the village. The business was doing quite well. They earned just as much as they did driving, and they could take care of their family without having to endure the wind and sun.

Shi Junjie now has a considerable income, earning more than five figures every month, and a steady income of over 200,000 yuan a year. His income will only get better in the future, which is why he doesn't want his parents to drive anymore. It's hard work and dangerous. There are many accidents involving large trucks every year, and Shi's father almost lost his life once.

My cousin brought a bucket of free-range eggs, as well as local specialties from her hometown.

"Chickens aren't allowed on the bus, so I didn't bring any," my niece said regretfully. She had specifically caught two large hens, but they couldn't pass through security, so she had her husband take them home.

"Cousin, why did you bring so much stuff? You can buy all of this here. It must have been tiring for you to carry it all the way." Fang Yanming said, both amused and exasperated.

“The eggs we buy are all factory-farmed. They’re nowhere near as good as the ones from our own farms. I heard from Junjie that your wife is pregnant. From now on, I’ll buy all the farm eggs you need. Don’t eat the ones we buy. Good nutrition will help your baby grow strong.”

My niece smiled broadly. She was genuinely grateful to Fang Yanming and Mao Fangfei. If it weren't for their help, her son wouldn't be where he is today. He's only been working for a year and he already earns more than they do as drivers.

The kids in the village who were admitted to university in the same year as her son—he got a bachelor's degree, while Junjie got a vocational college diploma—also went to look for jobs this year. Their first month's salary was only 800 yuan, while her son earned 10,000 to 20,000 yuan!

My niece is only worried about her son's marriage right now. She's not worried about buying a house. She's saved the money from selling the truck, plus her previous savings, which adds up to about 600,000 yuan. If she works for a few more years, she can save up for a down payment on a house in Pingjiang. Of course, she can buy one now, but only a small one. She wants to buy a big one for her son because a small house is too cramped.

"Yanming, Fangfei, I need to trouble you with something else. It's about Junjie's girlfriend. He keeps saying he won't get married until he's thirty. I'm so worried about him."

"What's there to worry about at thirty? In Pingjiang, most boys get married around thirty. Let Junjie focus on his career now, what's the rush?" Fang Yanming said dismissively, since he himself was almost thirty when he got married.

My niece was taken aback. "People in the city get married so late? Thirty-year-olds in the village are already in school."

He's old enough to be a grandfather at forty.

The doorbell rang, and Mao Fangfei went to open the door, smiling as she said, "It must be Junjie. He said he was coming over for dinner today. Cousin, you and Junjie made plans together, right?"

"No, Junjie didn't know I was coming, so I didn't call him," my cousin shook her head.