Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 157 Very Sick (1 more)
Before Sanlang and his wife returned home, Mrs. Song was looking forward to them day and night, hoping that they would bring a grandson back. Now that they really brought back a grandson, even though they were still in their stomachs, it still made her stunned for a long time.

Putting aside the matter of cooking for his son completely, Mrs. Song has to go and see what she says.

Song Wei persuaded: "Mother, Wanwan has been exhausted all the way, and she just rested, and she probably doesn't have much energy at the moment. She is a person who values ​​filial piety. If she really wakes up, she has to take the initiative to come to see you as soon as possible."

Hearing what Song Wei said, Mrs. Song also felt that she was a little too excited. After thinking about it for a while, she calmed down and said, "Let's do this. Mom will cook for you first. What do you want to eat?"

After driving for such a long time, Song Wei actually doesn't have much appetite, but it's not easy to please his mother, "Mother can just cook something light."

Just as Mrs. Song was about to lift her foot to go out, she thought of her daughter-in-law who was still resting in the house, and asked Song Wei, "What about your daughter-in-law? Did she say she likes something when she is pregnant? Sour or spicy?"

Song Wei heard that his mother wanted to judge whether Wanwan was pregnant with a grandson or a granddaughter based on the sour and hot girl, and he did not persuade his mother to say that the old saying was unreliable, but said: "She doesn't have a good appetite, and she doesn't particularly like food Yes, I ate a lot of fruit on the way because I was bored in the carriage and felt uncomfortable."

For having children, Song Wei has no special obsession, mainly worried about his mother.

He didn't want to put too much pressure on Wanwan.

Thinking of this, Song Wei called Mrs. Song, "Mother, there is something I want to tell you."

Mrs. Song was about to go to the kitchen to cook. Hearing Song Wei's solemn tone, she was worried about something urgent, so she sat down again.

Song Wei said slowly: "When I was in the capital, I hired a doctor with excellent medical skills to treat Wanwan's throat. The treatment lasted for more than half a year. She has already entered the final stage. As long as she survives that period, she will be able to speak. , but no one expected that Wanwan would suddenly become pregnant.

The doctor said that if you want to save the child, you have to stop treating the throat, and if you want to continue the treatment, you must remove the child. "

Saying that, Song Wei looked up at Mrs. Song, "Wanwan finally gave up the chance to speak, just to save this child."

Mrs. Song was puzzled when she heard this, "This silly daughter-in-law, why did she delay the important event of her life like this?"

"Mother." Song Wei took her words, "What I want to tell you is not this, I want to..."

Mrs. Song is not stupid, "You don't need to go on and I understand, it doesn't matter whether your wife is carrying a son or a daughter in her stomach, she is born with our baby bump."

Song Wei was satisfied with the light in his mother's mind, and smiled.

Mrs. Song didn't explain much about it.

Erlang's family has three daughters in a row. If she is really a vexatious mother-in-law, she won't be helping to raise the baby every day.

It's not that she has no idea about her grandson.

It's just that, as someone who has experienced it, she knows better that having a child can't be forced, and it's not something that any woman can decide on her own.

In the end, everything depends on fate.

Glancing at Song Wei, Mrs. Song asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Song Wei shook his head, "It's gone, mother, go get busy."

Mrs. Song thought of something, and said, "Thank you aunt's family for digging a fish pond. There are fish and shrimps in it. If Wanniang wants to eat, I will go and pick up two fish and a few shrimps to make soup for her. OK."

On the way, Wanwan hardly had a serious meal because of her embarrassment. Song Wei also felt that it was time to make up for her, "Okay, mother will just watch the arrangement."

Mrs. Song said again: "It looks like you haven't closed your eyes for a few days. Anyway, it's still early for dinner. Why don't you go back to the house and take a nap for a while? Mother will call you when the meal is ready."

Song Wei was indeed a little tired, and when Mrs. Song went to Xie's house, he quickly left the main room and went to the west room.

Afraid of disturbing Wen Wan, Song Wei pushed the door lightly.

Inside the half-covered curtain, a gentle and slightly haggard side face was revealed.

She was already sound asleep, under the quilt, her left hand was gently placed on her lower abdomen.

It is a posture of protection.

It seems that in my sleep, I am always worried that someone will harm the baby.

Song Wei sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes hard to hide his distress, he touched her small face with his soft fingertips, and gently stroked her face twice.

Wen Wan was in a shallow sleep, and she woke up just after Song Wei touched her.

Opening her eyelids, she saw that it was her husband, she turned over and looked at him.

Song Wei asked, "Woke up by me?"

Wen Wan smiled and nodded, she was sleeping soundly, why did he come here?
Fortunately, she was not angry when she got up, otherwise he would have to suffer at the moment.

Seeing that she had fully woken up, Song Wei took her light white fingers and squeezed them lightly, "Mother said that I will cook fish soup for you later, and then make some shrimp. If you don't like it, I will let her make something else as soon as possible." .”

Wen Wan shook her head, please don't bother, she is less than three months pregnant now, she is not that expensive, since her mother-in-law cooks, eat a few more bites when she can eat, and eat a few bites if she can't eat, it's not good to just get home It directly touched the heart of the old man.

Seeing that she didn't have any special requirements, Song Wei changed the subject, "Is it better?"

Wen Wan sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, the nausea in her chest was gone, but she vomited too much before, and now her stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Wei moved over a little, let her lean on his shoulder, and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

It was the first time to be a biological father, and he had never been exposed to this aspect before. The gentle morning sickness reaction on the way home cast a certain "shadow" on Song Wei, and he realized that pregnancy was so difficult.

When she vomited, Wen Wan really felt hard for a moment, but after she vomited and touched her lower abdomen, she felt that everything was worth it.

After another period of time, after three months, the situation should improve.

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Someone in the neighboring village held a white wedding event, and Father Song was invited to help, but did not come back.

Mrs. Song was afraid that Wen Wan would not be able to swallow the rice, so she stewed one of the two fish into soup, and picked out the meat from the other to cook vegetable and fish porridge for her.

Wen Wan tasted it, but there was no fishy smell. She liked it very much. She drank half a bowl of porridge, half a bowl of fish soup, and ate a few shrimps. She seemed to have a good appetite.

After the meal, Wen Wan strolled in the spacious yard to digest food.

Taking advantage of her daughter-in-law's absence, Mrs. Song asked Song Wei, "Did the villagers come to make trouble during the day?"

Song Wei didn't hide it, he told the truth.

Mrs. Song heard smoke coming out of her nostrils, "You are the one who is going to take the exam, and it is not up to our family to decide who will give the land. The guarantee is at best to tell the villagers that we will not take any benefits from whoever comes to use the land in the future. Helping the bastard is really good, blocking you at the door as if collecting debts with a letter of guarantee, co-authoring a good deed, and still showing yourself? What do you think you are trying to do?"

Song Wei had long been separated from his previous emotions, and he was extremely calm at this time, "Mum, I just promised not to accept benefits, and I didn't guarantee anyone to get a job. That's my freedom, you can't do it." Get acquainted with these people."

"I'm just so angry." Mrs. Song said bitterly: "My son is willing to give benefits, that's my son's generosity! No one appreciates you and doesn't say it, and thinks it's justified, and even thinks that our family owes them. You see, if you really pass the exam, if you fail the exam, nothing will happen, if you fail the exam, they may really come to your door and ask you to explain."

The villagers have shallow eyes, and all of them only want to take advantage of the front, but never think that they will suffer long-term losses.

After going to the capital for a year, Song Wei's horizons are much wider than before, and his mind is not on the trivial matters in the village at all.

The reason why the letter of guarantee was established at the beginning was to pave the way for myself.

The so-called three-inch tongue can harm a seven-foot body.

He was born with unlucky fate, and everyone in the villages knows that if he wants to enter the officialdom in the future, someone from above will come to check the details, and they will inevitably ask the villagers. Whoever conquers whomever, don't even think about the dream of officialdom.

So sometimes, you have to endure it, and you have to endure it if you shouldn't.

Isn't it Kaketa?When the time comes, if you win the election, you should use the quota of [-] mu to do a good deed.

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In this year's rural examination, Song Wei knew two people who were going to pass.

One is Xie Zheng, and the other is Hao Yun from Ningzhou Prefecture School.

Xie Zheng knew that Song Wei was back, so he came to look for him the next day.

When Song Wei was in the Guozijian, he often corresponded with Xie Zheng by letter, in order to inform him of the capital's movements in time.

It's just that in the letter, some things are only mentioned roughly, not exhaustive.

Xie Zheng came here today because he wanted to hear Song Wei's description of what the Imperial College was like.

Song Wei showed patience and told him in detail, Xie Zheng was full of longing.

During the year when Song Wei went to the capital, he stopped being a teacher and went to find an academy in the county to study. Every time he wrote letters with Song Wei, he envied Song Wei to go to the highest school for further studies.

But he was simply envious, different from Hao Yun's twisted jealousy.

From Xie Zheng's point of view, that man Hao Yun was really sick, not to mention seriously ill.

The last time their school held a poetry competition, Hao Yun's article stood out. When it was published, some students noticed that they had imitated Song Wei's style of writing, even several details were the same, and that article, Song Wei wrote it many years ago in the town school.

The group of supporters behind Hao Yun immediately shouted, saying that they had never heard of Song Wei, they had only heard of Hao Yun, the leader of the court examination case, and said the same article, Song Wei did not write fire, Hao Yun directly It is self-evident who wins the first prize in the poetry competition.

The two groups quarreled violently, Hao Yun's supporters were annoyed, and directly splashed dirty water, saying that Song Wei was able to be escorted to the Imperial College through the back door, and he had never seen someone sent directly to the Imperial College without winning the case.

At that time, the prefect Chen was preparing to pack up his things for promotion, when the word reached his ears, without further ado, he sent someone to invite the student who said this to the government office prison to eat bad food for two days.

Once a student has been in prison, he will be stained when he comes out, and he will never even think about turning over for the rest of his life, let alone being an official.

The rest of Hao Yundang was too frightened to breathe, and barely finished the matter.

(End of this chapter)