How could I not like it?
This was carefully selected by my second uncle. He chose it from so many elegant names, and he felt that this one had the best meaning.
Her second uncle gave her the impression that he valued her name immensely.
I've kept it in my mind ever since the last time.
Zhao Di felt that tears were worthless, and she shed an unusually large number of tears today. Even she herself felt a little disgusted, but she just couldn't help it.
She has a new name, a name that was carefully chosen.
Fan Jin didn't hear a reply, but he already knew the answer.
When Yan Qiuxing was born, it was normal for him, as her father, to name her. But now that Zhaodi is a new name and she is old enough to understand, it would be better to ask for her opinion.
But there's no need to ask now.
Shuiqing handed over a sky-blue cotton handkerchief, "Our Wanxia, today you've cried all the tears you'll ever shed again, and you'll never cry again."
Zhao Di blinked, wiping away the tears in her eyes, and gave Shui Qing a big, sweet smile.
The little girl's innocent face was full of vitality. She was no longer timid and hesitant, but exuded a vigorous and energetic aura.
Shui Qing was very satisfied. Yes, a young girl should have a smile as bright as a flower and as radiant as the morning sun.
In late summer, she carefully folded up the name her second uncle had written on the Xuan paper, took it back to her room, and put it away in the cabinet to keep as a treasure.
Shuiqing came out and announced her new name to her family, and everyone immediately started calling her that.
After the people who worked that night returned, Jiang Hehu ran over and shouted several times, and the twenty-three people responded with smiles.
When Ding Jiajia went home that night, she brought her parents some braised food and also mentioned the name change for Zhao Di, telling them not to call her by the wrong name next time.
While munching on a braised pig's trotter, Qin Yilin agreed, "That's more like a girl's name, no, that's more like a name!"
In my opinion, wanting a son is one thing, but daughters should also be treated well. How can you impose your desire for a son on your daughters?
Fan Qiansun Jinhua was greedy. She already had four sons and still wanted more. She didn't even think about how to find wives for her sons. If it were someone else with four sons and one daughter, they would feel that they had enough sons. The next thing to worry about is finding wives for their sons.
After all, seven or eight taels of silver for marrying a wife in Guangning Prefecture was not a high price for her, even pitifully low, but for the people of Shanshui Village, seven or eight taels of silver was the annual living expenses for a whole family, which was a considerable expense.
Moreover, the betrothal gifts are only part of the expenses. There are also costs for the wedding banquet, the matchmaker's thank-you gift, and the matching of birth dates.
Families with fewer sons are fine, but if they have more, do they need to build a house, buy beds, cabinets, tables, bowls, and chopsticks?
Everything requires money.
Other families with too many sons would worry, but Sun Jinhua only saw that having many sons meant more labor, without considering the expenses of arranging marriages for her four sons!
Thinking of Fan Dazhu and his three companions, Qin Yilin forgot about eating her pig's trotters and hurriedly asked her daughter, "Has Fan Dazhu and his group not come looking for trouble with you yet?"
Fan's mother, Sun Jinhua, is no longer worried. Their voices are hoarse and strained when they speak, and they get itchy and painful if they talk too much. They would never come over to scold Jiajia and invite trouble.
Ding Jiajia shook her head, "No, I saw that Fan Dazhu was still using crutches and walking was not easy. Also, Wen and Shuiqing's younger brother scolded them before, saying that if they cause me trouble again, he will beat them up."
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