331 Mei Niang is Pregnant
Wan Changsheng didn't know what was happening in the capital. At the moment, he was almost wrapped in joy. He had already prepared himself for not having children again, but who knew that his wife would give him another big surprise.
Mei Niang is one month pregnant again.
He would be happy no matter whether the baby was a boy or a girl, and it would be better to have more children.
"My dear, when Ping'an returns home for the college entrance examination next June or July, our third child will be born and will be able to see his older brother as soon as he is born."
Mei Niang was also happy in her heart, but she said, "My son finally came back, but I have to recuperate after giving birth, so I can't do anything for him."
Wan Changsheng grinned and said, "What's the big deal? I'm still here. The more children the better. It makes the house more lively. I'll write to Ping An tonight and bring the new clothes you made for him and Er Qiang."
Mei Niang nodded: "I was thinking of going back with you this year. I have been away for six or seven years and haven't seen my parents. They are almost sixty years old."
"My wife, it's not necessarily impossible next year. When the results of the Ping An Academy exam come out, the child will be two or three months old. This place is not far from our hometown, only four or five days away. We can go back and then go to Beijing with our son. The family will not be separated. Xier always asks me for a big brother."
Mei Niang asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable knowing that there is that person in the capital?"
Wan Changsheng shook his head: "My wife, you are right, I am not wrong, and Ping An's biological father is not wrong either. It is just fate. But I am very grateful that fate brought you and your son to me. Now I have Xi'er and the child in your belly."
Mei Niang sighed, feeling relieved: "My husband, me too, I don't have any resentment in my heart these years, and our family is living a good life now.
Ping An's biological father is not a heartless person, he did not take his son away from me, for this reason, I don't blame him. "
"I wrote a letter to my father-in-law tonight to tell him the good news. Sanqiang can't go back this year. The college entrance examination in August next year is not a year away. I asked him to write a letter to his family as well, and I asked someone to take it with me."
Mei Niang looked at him and said, "Second son of your brother's family, how are you going to reply?"
Wan Changsheng sighed, "Wan Qing is calm, Wan Xiang is clever, Wan Xi is simple-minded, and they are all good kids. He wrote to me saying that he wants to go with Ping An next year and is willing to do anything, but he is two years older than Ping An and will be seventeen next year, so it is a bit late for him to learn.
Wan Qing said in the letter that his mother remarried a family with poor conditions and had looked for him two or three times. One time, my brother came and chased him away with a stick, which was also troublesome. "
"Why don't you ask Ping An in your letter? We can't make the decision here. Then ask Er Qiang. He's eighteen years old this year, but he still won't let his mother arrange a marriage for him. What does he want?"
Wan Changsheng smiled, "Eighteen years old is not too old for a boy. I married you when I was twenty-six. Isn't it good now? I guess he wants to find him a safe place."
Mei Niang also laughed: "Ping An is only fourteen years old, what does he know? Oh, husband, I miss that child so much these days, and I feel sad just thinking about it.
When he was only four or five years old, he would help me with small things. When he was five or six, he started raising chickens and laying eggs to sell. There were no children in the village who wanted to play with him, so he would go to the hills to collect firewood by himself. Sometimes when I came back from the fields, I would see a small pile of firewood moving on the path from a distance, and I couldn’t see the child at all.
Mei Niang's tears flowed one by one.
She really misses her children.
*
On the day of moving, Ping'an rested in the new house for one night, and couldn't wait to return to his own yard early the next morning.
When it comes to living, it is more comfortable to live in one's own home. He is the boss in the whole house, so there is no need for him to be polite or think about answering.
When Huo Zhi learned that Ping An had sent a letter and New Year gifts to his family, he quickly asked his men to help him find some unusual specialties on the street. They would be sent out in October and would not be received until the end of November.
The two of them picked up Zhiyuan and went to the Imperial College together. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Wang Chufeng looking at them with a smile.
"Chu Feng, are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?"
Wang Chufeng came over and said, "Of course I'll go in with you while I wait for you."
Ping An opened his eyes wide: "Are you really going to switch to a different class for me?"
Wang Chufeng nodded.
"Great." Ping An gave him a thumbs up.
Zhiyuan went to the scholar class. The three of them entered the classroom and saw Wang Chufeng sitting directly in front of Ping An and Huo Zhi.
Wow, even the seats have been changed.
Ping An gave him a thumbs up again.
Seeing that the master had not arrived yet, Wang Chufeng whispered into Ping An's ear: "My uncle is going to look for my grandfather. Ping An, can I stay at your house these days?"
"Is this necessary?"
Wang Chufeng just looked at him eagerly.
Ping An said helplessly, "I have no objection to you moving in, but we have to make it clear that my house is simple, so don't get uncomfortable living here."
Wang Chufeng was delighted: "No, no, I am a martial artist, I can endure any hardship, peace, you..."
Ping An didn't look at him, just snorted twice, and Wang Chufeng quickly sat up straight, and the teacher came in.
He felt like he had known Ping An for a long time at first sight. Huo Zhi was a good person, but he just didn't feel as close to him as Ping An.
My uncle said that he couldn't find any evidence for the time being and that the case had been cleaned up. His parents would not be back for more than a month, so he hoped that he could go and live with his grandparents.
He immediately thought of Ping An.
Ping An had no elders and was free. Most importantly, he wanted to learn some Qinggong from him, and he was willing to pass on the stick techniques to him.
Both classes in the morning are math classes, so Ping An doesn't need to attend them at all. Math problems at this time are really no problem for him.
Yesterday afternoon, he and his master went to Zhou's house after the banquet. The child was in great pain and the whole Zhou family was in chaos.
But in just two days, several masters of the Zhou family seemed to have aged several years. Ping An understood this. Not only could they not get a good rest, but their children loved them and their hearts ached even more. The mental pressure was too great.
This time, they brought some plaster bandages. At first, the master didn't dare to use them, saying that they hadn't been tried for three months. He still had to use Ping An's personal guarantee. Also, seeing that the child's binding was a little loose and crooked, he was afraid that something might happen again, so he reluctantly gave it to the child. At this time, the master should have gone to Zhou's house, right?
"Wanping'an, come up and solve these two problems." The teacher frowned.
Ping An was shocked. He was just thinking about something, could it be that the master found out?
He walked up to the podium helplessly and looked at the two arithmetic problems. They were too simple, weren't they? It was an insult to his IQ. In China, these should be problems for second or third graders. They would only be slightly difficult when they were engineering problems for fifth graders.
He picked up a pen and quickly wrote down the answers to the two questions.
"Well, not bad, all correct. Go down, and pay attention in class in the future, or I will punish you by making you stand outside."
Ping An was speechless. If he was punished to stand outside, many people would know about it in less than half a day. Would he still be able to save his face?
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