In the ward, everyone gathered around the baby, showering him with praise.
But there was only one person who was sullen, and that was Ning Xiaowei.
People who can't have sons long for them, but someone like her, who has given birth to several sons, always wants to have a daughter.
But unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and her wish didn't come true, which is why she was a little depressed.
But it's not unacceptable; they're all my children, how can I put them back?
Sun Zhengguo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was peeling an apple. Seeing his wife's absent-minded look, he cut a small piece of apple and put it to her mouth.
"Come on, wife, have a piece of apple. Don't think about useless things. A person's fate is determined by heaven. You can't control whether you have a son or a daughter. At worst, you can try again later."
"Sigh! Forget it! We already have three kids, and I don't want to have any more. I accept my fate."
Ning Xiaowei sighed, opened her mouth and ate the apple, then smiled slightly.
"Jung-guk, this apple is so sweet! Oh, right! You haven't named your child yet!"
"Okay! Let me think about it."
Sun Zhengguo fed his wife another piece of apple, then turned to look at the child surrounded by his family.
When he saw the unstoppable smiles on his grandparents' faces, he decided to hand over the naming rights to them.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Xiaowei said she wants to name the baby, so why don't you two think of a name?"
The grandfather, who was amusing himself, was stunned when he heard this.
Grandma immediately waved her hand in refusal, "No, no, we're not educated, how could we come up with a good name? You should decide for yourselves!"
"That's right! Zhengguo, your grandma is right. My skills are definitely not up to par. You two should name it yourselves!"
Grandpa, realizing what was happening, then followed up with his refusal.
Seeing the two elders repeatedly decline, Sun Zhengguo refused.
Since I got married, my parents have been helping me take care of everything at home.
Even if they were to be named Dog Egg, they would accept it.
"It's alright, Grandpa and Grandma. It's just a name after all. Don't refuse. I don't care. I'll leave the naming to you."
At this moment, Sun Dajiang also smiled and advised, "Mom and Dad, since Zhengguo asked you to name them, then you should think of one! Look, my brother and I are named Dajiang and Dahe, isn't that good? It shows that you are very good at naming."
"Then let's think of one?"
Grandpa asked again, trying to probe the question.
To everyone's surprise, everyone chimed in, "Come on, come on! You two shouldn't refuse..."
Seeing everyone's surprisingly consistent attitude, Grandpa stopped pretending. "It's just naming a child! It's not like anyone can't do it."
The elderly couple discussed it for a long time and racked their brains before finally naming their child Sun Shusheng.
A standard, conventional name that can be used in any era.
Sun Zhengguo didn't nitpick over the word "victory" because it had so many implications that any analogy would be fitting.
In short, everyone was very satisfied and praised the grandparents for their excellent skills.
The family was enjoying themselves immensely, with laughter and joy filling the air.
...
Two days later, before Ning Xiaowei was discharged from the hospital, Li Xiuxiu was also admitted.
Because it was her first pregnancy, she was really going through a lot of trouble; her sharp moans could be heard from a great distance.
Sha Zhu was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the ward like a headless fly.
Seeing his son's pathetic state, He Daqing was furious.
"Zhu Zi, can't you be a little more sensible? What's the use of wandering around like a headless fly? Go and keep your wife company and comfort her."
"Hey hey hey!"
Sha Zhu realized that his actions were not helpful, so he quickly ran to the bedside and whispered some comforting words to his wife, trying to help her relax.
...
And so, from before dawn until three or four in the afternoon, Li Xiuxiu finally gave birth to a baby boy, and both mother and child were safe.
This made He Daqing, that old fellow, extremely happy. With a descendant, the He family could finally face their ancestors with a worthy successor.
He then had a burst of inspiration and named his child He Chaozong.
Sha Zhu wasn't much better; he would grin and shout to anyone he met, "I have a son..." as if afraid others wouldn't know.
When Sun Zhengguo came over that evening, he learned that Sha Zhu had given birth to a son and made a special trip to visit him.
"Uncle He, Brother Zhu, Sister-in-law Xiuxiu, congratulations to your He family on the birth of your son."
"Thank you, Zhengguo. We're all happy for you," He Daqing replied with a smile, then quickly brought over a stool.
After Sun Zhengguo sat down, Shazhu started chattering again, "Zhengguo, look how much my son looks like me, how handsome he is, he'll definitely be a dashing young man in the future."
"Uh...?" Sun Zhengguo didn't know how to respond.
To avoid an awkward silence, he casually asked, "Have you named the child yet?"
"It's settled, my dad chose the name He Chaozong, Zhengguo. You're a cultured person, what do you think of this name?"
“He Chaozong?” Sun Zhengguo was surprised again.
I thought to myself, is He Daqing really that unique when it comes to naming things?
At this moment, He Daqing also realized that there was probably a story behind the name, so he asked a question timidly.
“Zhengguo, you are a cultured person, and we don’t know much about this. Is there something wrong with this name? If so, please point it out so we can correct it.”
"No, no, no, Uncle He, please don't misunderstand. The name mainly overlaps with that of a historical figure, and it doesn't violate any taboos. It's fine if we don't change it," Sun Zhengguo explained.
After all, in such a large country, there have been countless cases of people having the same name throughout history. If we really want to change them, is it possible to do so?
Sha Zhu also became interested and wanted to hear what kind of historical figure the person with the same name as his son was.
If it's a positive image, then there's no need to change it; if it's a negative image, then it absolutely must be changed.
So he asked, "Zhengguo, you are very cultured, could you tell us about He Chaozong? What kind of person was he in history?"
“Yes, yes, Zheng Guo, we’ll have to trouble you to tell us more about it,” He Daqing chimed in.
Actually, his thoughts were the same as Sha Zhu's: if this name belonged to a treacherous official, wouldn't people laugh at him for the rest of his life?
"Hahaha!" Sun Zhengguo laughed out loud.
He knew exactly what the father and son were thinking. Since you want to hear it, then tell me!
"This is He Chaozong! He was a master ceramic sculptor during the Jiajing and Wanli periods of the Ming Dynasty. He mainly..."
As Sun Zhengguo explained intermittently, the He family gradually felt relieved.
Since He Chaozong achieved so much in history and was not a negative figure, there is no need to change his story.
Moreover, He Daqing didn't even consider this point when he named him.
I just feel that as long as I've done right by my ancestors, that's enough.
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