Chapter 466 You are the great hero of my Mohist school

Mo Jiuye patted her gently: "Okay, we will never have another child again."

When Mrs. Zhao heard the conversation between the young couple, she shouldn't have interrupted, but she couldn't help herself.

"In the Dashun Dynasty, we value having many children and grandchildren. You are young and good-looking, so the children you give birth to will definitely be white and plump. How can we not have more children?"

"No more children!"

"I'd rather die than have another child!"

The couple said it almost in unison.

He Zhiran was tortured by this pain, and Mo Jiuye's heart was bleeding at the thought of letting his wife suffer like this again.

Seeing the couple's attitude, Mrs. Zhao immediately shut up.

But she was secretly complaining in her heart. She had seen many women who said such things, and all of them still gave birth in the end.

In her opinion, having a child is like forgetting the pain after the scar has healed. How could she not have one?

Although she was muttering in her heart, Zhao Wenpo did not dare to be careless at all and kept an eye on He Zhiran's situation.

Just when He Zhiran was in so much pain that he didn't know what to do, Zhao Wenpo finally spoke.

"Hurry, get ready, the baby is about to be born."

After hearing what Mrs. Zhao said, Mo Jiuye quickly asked, "Auntie, what do I need to do now?"

Zhao Wenpo looked at his hand which was still being held by He Zhiran.

You get above her head so that she can grab you easily, which makes it easier for her to exert force.

The situation of the delivery at the Mo family today was special. The husband of the pregnant woman was accompanying her, so Zhao Wenpo didn't have to help He Zhiran find a support point.

Mo Jiuye obediently found a good position.

"Ran Ran, hold on to me, hold on as much as you want, as long as it makes you feel better."

He Zhiran also cooperated very well and held Mo Jiuye's arm tightly, hoping that the child could come out earlier so that she could suffer less.

Zhao Wenpo was very skilled in delivering babies and quickly prepared the tools she needed.

She came to He Zhiran's body and took a look, then said, "Listen to my instructions and use your strength."

He Zhiran nodded with difficulty...

Soon, a loud baby cry was heard in the room.

Po-wife Zhao skillfully wrapped the child in the small quilt she had prepared in advance and stuffed the child into Mo Jiuye's arms.

"Congratulations, it's a boy."

Mo Jiuye was caught off guard when a small meat ball was stuffed into his arms, and he was a little confused.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but jokingly said, "Are you so happy that you've lost your mind after hearing that you gave birth to a son?"

Before Mo Jiuye could react, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. He and Mrs. Mo rushed in together.

Although the child's crying was not loud, it could still be heard clearly outside.

How could they, as grandmothers and great-grandmothers, not be anxious?

However, they did not go to see the child first, but walked towards He Zhiran.

He Zhiran's face was wet at the moment, his messy hair stuck to his fair cheeks, and he looked very embarrassed.

Mrs. He shed tears of heartache.

She held He Zhiran's hand.

"Ranran, you've worked hard. The midwife said you gave birth to a son. Just hold on a little longer. You won't feel any pain when the other little guy comes out."

Madam Mo was also in the same situation, tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.

"Ran Ran, thank you for your hard work. You are a great contributor to my Mo family."

She said this not because she favored boys over girls, but because He Zhiran gave birth to a boy for the Mo family.

This was a statement that came from the heart of Madam Mo, without any deliberate intention.

There are nine men in the Mo family, each of them married a wife. Starting from the time Mo Junrui got married, Old Lady Mo waited for grandchildren for more than ten years.

Now that she finally has a grandson, how could she not be excited?

Having just given birth to a child, He Zhiran's abdominal pain has not disappeared yet, but her body has become lighter and she feels much more comfortable.

She didn't want to talk at all at the moment. She had just used a lot of energy when giving birth to her first child, and she hoped to recover quickly through self-regulation.

Seeing that the two old ladies were talking to the woman in labor, and no one went to check on the plump grandson, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but remind them:

"This baby is so white and plump, don't you guys want to take a look?"

It was really strange. She was delivering a baby in someone else's home. When she heard that the baby was a big fat boy, the whole family rushed to see the child.

But the Mo family was different. So many people came to care for the woman who had just given birth, but no one said they wanted to go and see the baby.

At this time, Mo Jiuye also reacted, and he was still holding his son in his arms.

But his son was so small that he stood there stiffly, not daring to move, for fear that he would use too much force and hurt his son.

"Mom, mother-in-law, who of you will take the child over?"

He wanted to see the child, but he didn't dare to move.

When Madam Mo saw her son's appearance, she was reminded of the time when she gave birth to Mo Junrui.

It was the same for Mo Xing at that time. Since it was their first child, he had no experience in holding a baby. When the midwife handed the baby to him, he was just like Mo Jiuye, standing there like a wooden man, not daring to move.

She took the lead over Mrs. He and took the child from Mo Jiuye's arms.

Mrs. He stepped forward and gently lifted the corner of the quilt a little bit.

Then, the corners of their lips unconsciously raised up in a big arc.

"My dear relatives, my little grandson is really white."

Madam Mo agreed happily: "Yes, other children are born with red skin, but this child is pure white."

"Look at her features, she's 80% similar to Jiuye," said Mrs. He.

"Mother-in-law, you haven't seen Jiuye when he was a child. This father and son are simply cut from the same mold."

He Zhiran heard the conversation between the two and temporarily ignored the pain in his body.

"Mom, bring the child to me."

She wanted to see what her son looked like, the son she had endured through ten difficult months of pregnancy and suffered so much pain to give birth to.

Upon hearing this, Madam Mo walked to the bed with the child in her arms and turned the baby's face towards He Zhiran to show her.

"Ranran, look, doesn't he look exactly like Jiuye?"

The baby just cried a few times when he was born, and soon fell into a deep sleep after being wrapped in a quilt by the midwife.

The little baby's face is chubby and white with a hint of red, and his little mouth is pursing as if he is blowing bubbles.

It’s really cute. He Zhiran thinks this is the cutest little doll she has ever seen.

The kind of maternal love that came from the heart arose spontaneously. If she was not inconvenienced at the moment, she really wanted to hold the little baby in her arms and kiss him.

Just as she was looking at her son with eyes full of love, she suddenly felt the severe pain in her lower abdomen again.

He Zhiran frowned unexpectedly, and then let out a slight groan.

Mo Jiuye originally wanted to go over and take a look at his son, but when he heard He Zhiran's voice, he didn't even look at his son, and immediately stepped forward to grab her hand.

"Ranran, is it hurting again?"