When Zhou's mother heard this, she raised her hand and knocked on her youngest son's head. "Ten months of pregnancy, ten months of pregnancy, do you really think your son is Nezha? How many years does it take to be pregnant?"

"son?"

Mother Zhou nodded. "I saw that Meizi's belly was a little pointed, so it looked like a boy. I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, but the doctor didn't tell me the gender anymore."

Zhou Hua shook his head and said, "Mom, it doesn't matter if I have a daughter or a son. I already have Yan'er at home. I don't feel any pressure here. I like daughters."

"Go away," Zhou's mother pushed her youngest son aside, "go away and talk. The baby in your belly can hear you and will be unhappy."

"No human rights!" Zhou Hua howled.

Zhou wanted to cover his mouth and laugh. In his mother's heart, sons and daughters were not as valuable as grandchildren.

On the 29th, Zhou Xiang gave red envelopes to Xu Tong and his wife, asking them to go back home to celebrate the New Year and return to Zhou's house to work on the 7th.

After coming to the market town, in order to save on transportation fares, the two never went back to celebrate the New Year. This year, both sets of elderly people are in the market town, so they must be given annual leave.

After the couple left, Zhou Xiang gave red envelopes to the four girls who were staring at her, including the girl's mother.

"Sister Guo, the basic work is done. It's very simple for us to prepare three meals. You can take Guo Jia on vacation! You can come back to work on the sixth day of the New Year. Brother Dagang and the others will also be back on the sixth day of the New Year."

"Thank you, Miss Zhou."

Guo Jia immediately agreed on behalf of his mother. She had been looking forward to having a happy and harmonious family and spending the New Year together happily for more than ten years.

The Zhu family's New Year was a life worse than death for her. The more the New Year passed, the more tired she became and the more scolded she received.