The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 2 Name Storm
"Really? My mother gave birth to a little sister?!"

The person who asked the question was a boy in his teens named An Yunzhe.

When he heard the report, he hugged his schoolbag excitedly and walked out of the school while get out of class was over.

Last night, it just rained in Camellia Town.

The moss-covered stone slabs on the street are inevitably slippery.

An Yunzhe was eager to go home, but when he was about to reach the door, he fell to the ground.

"Oh my little ancestor!" An old man with a white beard came out of the house leaning on a stick, "You can be a snack!"

An Yunzhe smiled, got up from the ground quickly, and didn't care about the mud on his ass, and raised his tone: "Grandpa. The town said that Auntie gave birth to a little sister, is it true?"

"it is true!"

The old man laughed too.

"I want to see!" An Yunzhe threw the schoolbag around his neck on the ground, dancing excitedly: "I want to see my little sister!"

An Yunzhe's irritable temperament is similar to his father who loves gambling.

However, Du Jiajia has just finished production.There are still many things that have not been dealt with.

So Mrs. An told the old man to let the male guests wait outside the main room.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Mr. An raised the crutch in his hand and landed on An Yunzhe, "Go. Call your unworthy father back!"

"What are you asking Dad to do!" Unconvinced, An Yunzhe contradicted the old man, "If you let him come back, Mommy will definitely be in a bad mood." Besides, he hasn't even seen his little sister yet.

"You are protecting your mother!"

Instead of being angry, Mr. An praised An Yunzhe.

In this way, I don't worry that the grandson will follow the old path of the unworthy son in the future.

"I was looking for your daddy to discuss Yaomei'er's name."

"Grandpa. How about calling me Yunlan?"

Ever since Du Jiajia became pregnant, An Yunzhe had been thinking about the baby's name.

As soon as the sound fell, the crying of a little baby came from the main room.

"You see, my sister also agrees." An Yunzhe hugged his head, dodging the old man's crutches, "You don't need to find daddy, I'll go in and tell grandma."

An Yunzhe made faces while talking.

At this time, Old Madam An's words came from the main room, "Little Monkey, if you call your gambling father home today, you will never come back!"

In this Anjia, the old lady is in power, and it is also the old lady who feels authoritative among the grandchildren.

When Mr. An looked at his monkey spirit's grandson again, the look he had just now had disappeared.

That An Yunzhe took three steps and two steps, and quickly ran out of An's house.

As usual, at this point in the afternoon, An Dalang should be playing mahjong at the gambling house at the west entrance of the town.

Most of the laid-off workers in Camellia Town like to go to the gambling house to take root.

Walking into the alley, An Yunzhe could smell a strong smell of cigarettes from a long distance away, and if he looked carefully, he could hear the people inside shouting that his hand was stinky.

Before An Yunzhe went out, the grandfather was afraid that An Dalang would lose his face again, so he would lose all his pants, so he stuffed 50 yuan on him.

"Da Lang! You can't be cheating!"

The closer you get, the clearer the noise.

"Sanwang, what are you talking about!" An Yunzhe could hear that his unsatisfactory father was explaining to others, "I, An Dalang, can't lose forever! Occasionally, there must be times of change, right?!"

If Grandma didn't do well in what she told him, he would definitely be flattened.

When An Yunzhe was arguing fiercely in the room, he pushed open the door suddenly, and a huge light shone into the soot-covered room, "An Dalang, grandma calls you home for dinner!"

Once An Dalang heard his mother's words, no matter how lucky he was today, he didn't dare to delay.

After repaying the gambling debt he owed earlier, he took An Yunzhe's hand and left the alley.

"You bastard!"

Apart from his love of gambling, An Dalang has nothing wrong with him.Of course, his problem is enough to make Du Jiajia breathless.

"I'm so courageous, I dare to call Lao Tzu's name outside now!"

"It's grandma, let you choose a name for your newborn sister."

Just as An Dalang was about to wave his hand at An Yunzhe, it suddenly hung in mid-air.

The man was a little suspicious, "Your mother gave birth to a baby girl?"

"you do not say."

Hearing An Yunzhe's answer, An Dalang burst into tears, and sighed in his heart again and again: "Girl doll is good!"In the future, he won't have to be blindsided by An Erlang's daughter-in-law, and he will be able to hold his head up in front of his mother.

"Stupid boy, why are you standing there! Go back and see your younger sister!"

When An's father and son ran back to An's house, there was already a long queue at the door.

It turned out that it was Mrs. An who came out with the baby girl in her arms. The main room couldn't accommodate too many people, and the extra people were waiting outside.

"Auntie. Excuse me." An Yunzhe said to a female comrade in front.

An Yunzhe's body was on the thin side. A boy in his teens could easily take advantage of the crowd.

But An Dalang, who was holding a general's belly, could only stand at the door, waiting dryly for the people in front to finish visiting his daughter.

The hall was very lively.

Although in the past two years, the neighbors outside have ridiculed An Dalang for wanting to lose his ancestor's family property, but An's family is a century-old family after all, how could it be so easy to fall down.

Du Jiajia had just given birth to this child, and her arrangement was bigger than that of other married couples.

The banquets were also set up one after another, and everyone in the town came to enjoy the joy of the newborn baby girl.

"Sister-in-law." A few elders in the An family sat in the hall, "Do you have a name for the grandson you got today?"

"Not yet." The old lady teased An Yunyao, and said calmly, "Didn't Da Lang and Er Lang arrive yet?"

"Back to the old lady." An Yun bowed to the ancient man philosophically, "Your two sons are waiting outside the house."

"Yun Zhe." It was the third master of An's family who said this. His grandson has been doing very well in the factory recently, so his back is straight when he speaks, "When you grow up, don't imitate your disappointing father!"

"Third Uncle educated you." An Yunzhe said as he retreated to the old lady's side, seeing his infant sister squinting at him, he couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch An Yunyao.

"You don't know that the skin of a newborn baby is very sensitive, so you can't touch it casually."

An Yunzhe's arm was clamped by a short winter melon, and he glared at him, "Boy! Who are you! Why are you so arrogant in my house!"

"You bastard! How are you talking!" Mrs. An freed a hand and patted An Yunzhe on the head, "The manners of the An family have been ruined by you!"

"Grandma!" An Yunzhe was very depressed, "Why don't you talk about that kid!"

"What that kid, that kid! That's your uncle Situ's son, Situ Zheng!"

The reputation of Situ's family in Camellia Town is not weaker than that of An's family.

The former is from a scholarly family, while the latter is from a medical family.

Come to think of it, Mrs. An invited Situ's family this time to make the name of the newborn baby girl more blessed.

"Ah Zheng." The old lady said to Situ Zheng kindly, "Since you can compose poetry at the age of three, you can be considered a half-literary hero! This time, your father is not here to visit the United States, so you can also help grandma think about her sister-in-law." How about your name?"

What's up!An Yunzhe was the first to be unconvinced!

"Grandma. I have already chosen the name, Yunlan."

An Yunzhe's grades in cultural subjects are not bad, after all, he skipped two grades from primary school to junior high school.

"Sister-in-law." Sanye An echoed, "Yunlan is a good name."

"To shut up!"

In Anjia, the gentlemen have no right to interrupt.

The old lady An threatened, "If you say more, go to the queue outside the main room!"

"The word "Lan" means fog in the mountains." Situ Zheng was old-fashioned, "It's better to take Yao. It symbolizes jade and beauty."

"Yao." Mr. An glanced at Mrs. An, seeing that the sister-in-law seemed very satisfied, he hurriedly said, "Yunyao sounds better than Yunlan!"

"Then my granddaughter will be called Yunyao in the future."

The old lady An changed her posture and said happily, "Little boy. We have a name, are you happy?"

(End of this chapter)