Chapter 76 Do you want a boy or a girl?
As they spoke, Shen Wanjun ate quite a few more pickled garlic shoots.
She shook her head: "It's not spicy, it's crispy and delicious."
She also felt strange, as noodles and garlic, which she usually didn't like, had become delicious today.
It's so addictive you can't stop eating it.
Song Zhan said worriedly, "Although you love to eat, you should still eat less."
Shen Wanjun had been vomiting for several days, and having finally found something to eat, how could she give up so easily?
She snatched the jar back and said, "Do you want your son to starve to death?"
How did you know it was a son?
"Isn't it said that sour foods indicate a boy and spicy foods indicate a girl? Isn't this obvious?"
Shen Wanjun secretly ate a few more cloves of garlic. She didn't know if what the old lady said was true or not, so she just said it randomly.
Song Zhan asked seriously, "Is it really my son?"
Shen Wanjun paused in her garlic-eating motion, then thought for a moment and asked, "You really want a son?"
These days, men are the main labor force in society, and heavy physical labor such as plowing, carrying manure, and harvesting is all done by men.
Men even earn 30% more work points than women.
Shen Wanjun was somewhat disappointed, but Song Zhan's eyes lit up when he heard his son's voice.
Sure enough, no one in this era can escape the entanglement of male chauvinism.
Shen Wanjun had never discussed this issue with Song Zhan before.
Although Song Zhan didn't say anything when the topic was brought up today, his attitude spoke volumes.
Shen Wanjun felt a little sad. It seemed that even her perfect husband had flaws.
Shen Wanjun's sadness lasted only a short while, and she quickly comforted herself with the thought that no one is perfect.
Well, let nature take its course. She treats all her children the same, regardless of gender.
Even though Shen Wanjun had already given up on Song Zhan, he suddenly said, "I love any child you give birth to."
Shen Wanjun didn't believe it; his eyes had clearly lit up just now.
"What if I give birth to a monster?"
"That might be Nezha. Nezha is so powerful," Song Zhan said with a smile.
"Then let me ask you, is Nezha a boy or a girl?" Shen Wanjun asked, tilting her head.
Song Zhan answered seriously, "He is the Third Prince, so he should be a boy."
Shen Wanjun pouted, "See, you just like boys."
Song Zhan is completely innocent; his wife's temper has been really unpredictable lately.
Huang Ya, who had joined in the fun at some point, said, "From a scientific point of view, whether a child is a boy or a girl is determined by the man."
He saw it in an English magazine, but he never told anyone about it.
Traditionally, it is generally believed that the sex of a child is determined by the woman.
Many women who cannot give birth to sons are scolded for their wombs being useless.
Actually, it's the men who are the ones who are disappointing.
Song Zhan tilted his head in thought. Is that really the case?
Shen Wanjun seemed to have found a kindred spirit and excitedly gave a thumbs up.
"Dr. Huang, this is you."
Knowledge that even China has not been able to fully popularize has actually come out of Huang Ya's mouth.
Song Zhan impatiently shooed Huang Ya away: "Don't bother me while I'm cooking."
Huang Ya didn't want to leave. "Isn't my sister-in-law here too?"
"Can you compare to my wife?" Song Zhan rolled his eyes. This guy was really going too far.
I was inwardly groaning, "When is he going to move out?"
The hospital plans to build a few more rooms, but they don't have enough manpower, so they have to ask villagers from outside to help.
We're still in the foundation stage, so progress is slow.
Huang Ya was kicked out of the kitchen and could only go to the living room to read.
He spread out his thick medical books and began taking notes as he read.
Song Juan leaned closer, glancing at the text with curiosity: "Dr. Huang, don't you get a headache reading all these words?"
Huang Ya casually twirled the pencil in his hand, saying, "It doesn't give me a headache."
Song Juan said "oh," sat down next to him, and began knitting a sweater.
Huang Ya watched as her fingers flew up and down, quickly weaving a beautiful flower.
He asked in surprise, "Who taught you this?"
"I figured it out myself. It's simple. It can't compare to your thick medical books."
Huang Ya replied, "I'll never learn how to knit a sweater in my entire life anyway."
"I will never be able to understand medical books in my entire life."
“That’s not necessarily true.” Huang Ya pointed to one of the pages and said, “This page talks about the risks of childbirth for women.”
He pushed the book towards her and said, "Take a look. You can ask me if you don't understand anything."
“You can mark the words you don’t know, and I’ll tell you in a bit.”
Huang Ya was unusually patient, and Song Juan put down her sweater and lowered her head to read the book attentively.
Soon the book was covered with her markings, and she said with a bitter face, "I didn't know childbirth was so dangerous for women."
Thinking about what her sister-in-law would have to face in the future, she couldn't help but worry.
"Absolutely, it's like walking through the gates of hell. Raising children afterwards is also very difficult."
Song Juan's face grew increasingly pale as she saw Song Zhan bring over noodles.
He gritted his teeth and blurted out, "It's all your fault."
It's all your fault for getting your sister-in-law pregnant, putting her in so many unknown risks.
Song Zhan was confused: "What's it to me? It's time to eat."
Song Juan didn't say anything more, and Huang Ya put away the book.
Dinner was noodles with minced meat sauce, and as usual, everyone had a big bowl.
At least it came with soup, though it wasn't as hearty as the lunch we had at noon.
Huang Ya ate the noodles very quickly, finishing them in a few bites, and then slurped down the soup.
He said, with his books between his fingers, "You guys continue eating, I'm going back to my room to read."
Song Juan stared at the book in his hands, unwilling to look away.
Seeing that she was eager to learn, Huang Ya handed her a book: "Take this and read it. Give it to me when you're done."
It's always good for girls to learn more.
Song Juan happily accepted it and said sweetly, "Thank you, Dr. Huang."
As soon as Huang Ya left, Song Zhan started lecturing Song Juan: "Why were you so nice to him?"
"I'm borrowing someone else's book, so I have to be nice to them."
Song Juan felt that her brother was a bit obsessed. Whenever she spoke a few words to Huang Ya, he would jump out and lecture her.
From the prohibition of proper interaction between men and women to the importance of self-respect for girls, it's all just the same few phrases over and over again.
Song Juan was so tired of hearing it that her ears were practically calloused.
As usual, Shen Wanjun finished her noodles with garlic. She then asked, "Juan'er, is there still garlic at home?"
"Yes, I bought a lot last time."
Song Juan was extremely glad that she had bought a lot of things last time, as she heard that the store's stock was almost sold out in the last two days.
Shen Wanjun secretly took out a lot of fresh garlic from her space, peeled it, and stuffed it into a large jar to pickle.
The vegetables in the space seemed to have come to life, growing many old, mature plants.
The rabbits have already given birth to a litter, the piglets have become plump and round, and the ewe's belly has grown big.
Shen Wanjun simply built a fence to enclose them.
These little creatures are very obedient and never run around.
The next morning, Shen Wanjun was awakened by a knock on the door.
The visitor was Zhou Lan. She looked inside and said with a smile, "Comrade Chen, won't you invite me in for a seat?"
Shen Wanjun opened the courtyard gate and said, "Come in and sit down."
Zhou Lan didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down on the sofa.
His gaze swept over the crowd; judging from their reactions, they probably still didn't know what had happened.
Zhou Lan inexplicably enjoyed the feeling of having control over other people's lives and deaths.
Power is indeed a wonderful thing; it can be intoxicating.
She took a sip of hot water and said, "Battalion Commander Song, do you know why I'm here today?"
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