Transmigrated to a Famine Year, the Fake Young Lady Became a Pampered Darling After Returning to the Village

The story is about a fake young lady, transmigration, a pampered darling, face-slapping, farming, building from scratch, and a satisfying read.

Su Wanwan woke up one day to find herself the f...

Chapter 15 Strange Phenomena from the Sky

Su Mu was even more anxious.

This concerns his career and his ability to have an heir.

He had many concubines in his backyard, but every child they gave birth to was a daughter.

These past few years have caused him a lot of worry.

"Master, please show me the way." Su Mu lifted his robe and knelt before the bald-headed monk.

The bald-headed monk calculated with his fingers for a long time before finally speaking, "So be it, so be it, it is the will of Heaven."

Then, he looked at Su Mu and said, "You may encounter women in labor during your march. If you help them at that time, you will be blessed and your problem of not yet having a child will be solved. As for promotion and titles, that depends on your own fate."

After saying this, the bald-headed monk left before Su Mu could even figure it out.

Su Mu was completely bewildered. When he tried to find the bald-headed monk again, he couldn't find him anywhere.

After traveling for half a month, Su Mu and his men separated from the army. This was because Lady Hu was about to give birth and could not continue the journey.

He planned to travel to Anyang County first, accompanied by Hu Shi, Tiezhu, and Tongzhu. They would continue their journey after Hu Shi gave birth.

Before we even reached Anyang County, the originally sunny weather suddenly turned into a fierce wind, the sky darkened as if it were night, and a dense downpour began.

At the same time, Ms. Hu was screaming in pain.

Her face was deathly pale, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She endured the pain and said, "Husband, my stomach hurts. I think I'm about to give birth."

Su Mu went over and helped Hu Shi up, but did not respond to her words. Instead, he looked up at the sky.

The unusual celestial phenomenon, coupled with the divination by the bald-headed monk, led Su Mu to suddenly believe that his soon-to-be-born child was destined to be a jinx!

In that instant, he decided that the child could not stay with him.

"Ouch, blood, blood, my husband, my husband, I'm bleeding. What should I do?" Madam Hu cried out in pain as she looked at the red liquid flowing from between her legs.

With rain and the baby about to be born, catching a cold would be no laughing matter.

Su Mu snapped out of his daze and looked at Hu Shi impatiently, "Can't you just bear with it for a bit? You've already given birth to three daughters, how could it be this painful?"

Just then, Tie Zhu, who had gone to scout ahead, hurriedly returned. "Sir, there's a dilapidated temple ahead. Should we go there to take shelter from the rain?"

"Okay, let's go to the dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain first. Tongzhu, hurry up and find a midwife." After Su Mu finished speaking, he picked up Hu Shi and quickly headed towards the dilapidated temple.

Two dilapidated vermilion doors hung precariously on their frames, rattling loudly in the wind. Cobwebs covered the entire temple, and a thick layer of dust blanketed it.

Tie Zhu led the way, with Su Mu carrying Hu Shi close behind.

"My lord, madam, please wait a moment. I will find some straw for you to lie down."

"Hurry up and go."

Tie Zhu searched around the temple and quickly found a large stack of straw. He spread a thick layer of straw on the ground, and Su Mu hurriedly placed Hu Shi on the straw.

"Ah, it hurts, my husband, sob sob sob sob—" Madam Hu sobbed softly, her face pale.

"Oh dear, just bear with it a little longer. I'm not a midwife, and I don't know how to deliver babies. Didn't I already ask Tongzhu to hurry up and find you a midwife? What are you still yelling about!" Su Mu flicked his sleeves and looked impatiently at Hu Shi lying on the pile of straw.

Pain, pain, pain, is she the only one in pain?

His heart ached even more!

One daughter after another was born, and the courtyard was full of wives and concubines, but not a single son could be born!

Who can he cry to?

He's already in his thirties and still can't hold his son. I wonder how much his comrades are laughing at him behind his back!

Well, that's terrible! Not only is she a daughter, but she's also a jinx!

Otherwise, how could there be such a strange phenomenon from the sky?