Father Zhang pulled Doctor Zhou toward the main hall, and as they walked, he instructed Mother Zhang, "Mother, ask your eldest daughter-in-law to cook two dishes. I'll have a drink with Brother Zhou."
Doctor Zhou quickly declined, noting that the woman was busy giving birth. He knew she was asking him to stay because she was worried about any accidents. Since he was already here, it was a good time to chat.
Zhang Dad ignored him. It was rare for someone to drink with him. He hadn't had a drink in a few days and was itching to have one. The whole family was waiting like this, and he needed a little wine to calm his cravings.
Soon the two of them were drinking, and Father Zhang whispered, "Brother Zhou, you're very knowledgeable. You spend all day in the village, and there's no one in the surrounding villages who hasn't received your help. Have you seen any recent policies?"
Doctor Zhou took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of peanut and put it in his mouth. "What should I do?" he said. "There are no new policies. It's still the same old thing. The township cadres are very anxious. I heard that the higher-ups have issued a task that must be carried out."
Two old men in the main room were drinking and chatting...
Outside the west wing, Zhang Guoqing leaned against the wall. He'd clearly been holding his wife before he died, and when he finally opened his eyes, she was still in his arms. He was terrified at the time, and before Jiaojiao could say a word to him, they were surrounded by the midwives. But judging by Jiaojiao's expression, she probably guessed it was him, right?
His wife was still his wife, even her belly was so big, but could anyone tell him about it? How come his wife looked younger than she did in college? She was wearing patched jackets. Her face was sallow and she was so skinny, it broke his heart. He had been trying hard to feed Zhou Jiao since he met her, and after finally curing her stomach problems and malnutrition, what was going on now?
As soon as he woke up, he found that Zhou Jiao was about to give birth. The women around him were busy helping her go to the west wing to give birth before he could react. After he finally got over the throbbing pain in his head, he realized after a while that he and his wife had traveled through time with their child. That's right, if he hadn't traveled through time, Jiaojiao would also have given birth.
His wife was already crying out, "It's time to die. There's no hospital here. Who would have known that their family would travel back to the year 57?" Thinking about the future, alas, fortunately, this body's family had been poor for eight generations, so there was no choice but to go first.
Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but stand by the west wing window, afraid that his wife would be confused and unable to react. Unaware of his presence, he shouted, "Jiaojiao, I'm waiting for you outside. We agreed to have a son and then a princess. You can't leave me. I can't live without you."
Zhang's mother immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth, cursing softly, "You're going to die! Now is the time to break free from feudal superstitions and let the people of the country take charge. What little princess? Don't let anyone hear that."
"Mom, Mom, I know. I won't say it anymore. I just said it when I was anxious."
"You can't tell me even if you're anxious. Luckily, not many people heard you shouting, otherwise it would be troublesome if something went wrong. Don't worry, childbirth is not fast, it will take at least two hours."
"Mom, it'll take another two hours. It's fatal. You have to think of a way."
"You're stupid, child. Some births happen quickly, and the baby will come out in due time. Jiaojiao, stop shouting. Save your energy for later."
Zhou Jiao, lying on the kang in the west wing, just wanted to laugh. She knew Zhang Guoqing had traveled through time like her, and besides being younger, nothing else had changed between them. Not to mention the word "princess" he blurted out. Zhou Jiao had to remember that in this body, Zhang Guoqing had never mentioned it before; he always said "son, son."
Her stomach was in severe pain. After the pain finally subsided, she endured it and dared not cry out. She was afraid that her husband would worry. She took a breath and shouted, "Brother, don't worry. Wait until I give birth to the baby."
"Hey, wife, I'll be waiting for you under the window. Call me if you have anything. Don't be afraid." Zhang Guoqing was really relieved this time. His Jiaojiao called him brother, he understood, and his wife understood too. That's good.
In the courtyard and the main hall, Zhang Guoqing's uncle, aunt, and aunt were all delighted. They thought, "What an interesting couple! Having a baby is like a performance in a drama." Their affection was incredibly sweet.
My uncle Zhang Dafa looked down on me and said that this guy had lost his mind. Why did he, a grown man, have to interfere in the birth of a child? My aunt looked at me angrily. No wonder he didn't feel sorry for her when she gave birth to four children. I will go home and have a fight with him and save his face.
Zhang Guoqing's father, Zhang Dayou, stood up and asked everyone to sit in the main hall. Feng Da was sitting outside. It was just right for the men to drink together.
Zhang's mother hurriedly ordered the eldest daughter-in-law Zhang Cuilan to pour tea. She was thinking about the younger daughter-in-law who was in labor, and she didn't know whether it was a son or a girl. If she asked Zhang Guoqing, he would definitely tell her that it was a son. People had already taken an ultrasound. He never thought about whether the child he brought with him through time was still the same child?
This daughter-in-law is good in every way except that she is too weak. But Xiaowu likes her so much that he must marry her. God bless her, if it is a son, then Xiaowu will have an heir. The old lady couldn't stay in the house and stood at the window of the west wing to accompany her silly son.
Just then, I saw the second wife leaning against the kitchen with her hands folded, watching the fun. "Second wife, hurry up and make a bowl of noodles and two eggs for Jiaojiao so she can have enough strength for the birth."
The second son's wife, Lin Juhua, nodded, turned around, curled her lips, and muttered to herself: You never seemed anxious when I gave birth to a child, but you are partial. You asked me to boil water one moment and cook noodles the next. How would you feel if you gave birth to a girl?
Zhang Guoqing glanced at his second sister-in-law without saying anything. From his original body's memory, his second sister-in-law was a top-notch person, a perfect match for his second brother, both of whom were extremely selfish. Or his second brother had insisted on marrying her from Shanglin Village.
His mother-in-law's family had four daughters, but only one was his precious son, Lin Baozhu. His second sister-in-law, Lin Juhua, was the third child. According to his mother, she asked for a dowry and entered the Zhang family naked. After four years of marriage, they had a son and a daughter. The couple treated their daughters like money, either beating or scolding them. They only restrained themselves in front of Zhang's mother. The son was spoiled like a bully and often bullied the second and third children of his eldest brother's family.
In private, she doesn't even contribute to the household expenses with the money she earns from odd jobs, but if her eldest brother and four children eat an extra egg, she will blame them. She only thinks her eldest sister-in-law is virtuous, otherwise there would be chaos.
In addition to doing odd jobs, my eldest brother also worked as a bricklayer and earned a considerable income, which he paid all to the family. In addition, my eldest sister-in-law's family was a good family, close to the county town. My two brothers were on the government payroll, and I only had my eldest sister-in-law.
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