Before the Sanlang and his wife returned home, Mrs. Song was waiting day and night, hoping that they could bring a grandson back. Now they really brought it back. Although she was still in her stomach, she still stunned for a long time.

He completely put aside the cooking for his son, and Mrs. Song said he would go and take a look at whatever he said.

Song Wei advised, "Mom, Wanwan has been working hard all the way. She just stopped and thought she was not energetic at this moment. She is a person who values ​​filial piety. If she really wakes up, she must come to see you as soon as possible."

After hearing what Song Wei said, Mrs. Song felt that she was a little too excited. After thinking for a while, she calmed down, "Let's do this, I cook for you first, what do you want to eat?"

After rushing for such a long time, Song Wei actually had no appetite, but he was not good at slapping his mother's intentions. "Mom just do something light."

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

Song Wei heard that his mother wanted to judge whether Wanwan was pregnant with a grandson or granddaughter based on the sour and spicy girl. He did not advise her to say the old saying was unreliable, but said, "She has a bad appetite and doesn't like to eat anything she particularly likes. She was uncomfortable in the carriage along the way, so she ate a lot of fruits."

Song Wei has no particular obsession with having boys and girls, mainly because he is worried about his mother.

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

Thinking of this, Song Wei called Song Po Zi, "Mom, I want to tell you something."

Mrs. Song was going to cook in the kitchen, but when she heard Song Wei's tone was solemn, she was worried that there was something important, so she sat down again.

Song Wei said slowly, "When I was in the capital, I hired Wanwan a doctor with excellent medical skills to treat her throat. She had been treated for more than half a year and had entered the final stage. As long as she survived that period, she could speak, but no one expected that Wanwan would suddenly become pregnant.

The doctor said that if you want to save your child, you can only be forced to stop treating your throat. If you want to continue to treat it, you will not be able to remove the child.”

As he said that, Song Wei looked up at Mrs. Song, "Wanwan finally gave up the opportunity to speak, just to protect this child."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she felt a little upset, "This silly wife, has she delayed the big things for the rest of her life?"

"Mom." Song Wei took her words, "I'm not talking to you, I want to..."

Mrs. Song was not that stupid, "I understand if you don't have to say it down. No matter whether your wife has a man or a woman in her belly, she will be born with a treasure from our family."

Song Wei was satisfied with the inspiration of his own mother's mind and smiled.

Mrs. Song didn't explain much about this.

Three of the Erlang family are girls in a row. If she is really an unreasonable mother-in-law, she wouldn't help taking care of the children every day.

She didn't have any thoughts about her grandson.

But as a veteran, she knows more clearly that having children is not forced to do so, and it is not something that a woman has such great ability to decide by herself.

After all, everything depends on fate.

After looking at Song Wei, Mrs. Song asked, "Is there anything else to say?"

Song Wei shook his head, "It's gone, mom, go and do it!"

When Mrs. Song thought of something, she said, "You aunt Xie's house has dug a fish pond, and there are all fish and shrimps in it. If Wan Niang wants to eat it, I will go and take two fish and catch a few shrimps to make it for her to steam."

As she was so happy, Wanwan had almost never eaten a meal seriously. Song Wei also felt that it was time to make up for her, "Okay, let's see what arrangements are!"

Mrs. Song said again, "I think you haven't had a few days of your eyes. It's still early to eat. Why don't you go back to the house and take a look? When the rice is ready, my mother will call you."

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

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

The half-covered curtain showed a gentle and slightly haggard face.

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

It is a protective posture.

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

Song Wei sat down on the edge of the bed, unable to hide his heartache in his eyes. He touched her little face with his thin and warm fingertips and rubbed her gently twice.

Wen Wan's sleep was light, and Song Wei woke up as soon as she touched her.

When she opened her eyelids, she turned over and looked at him.

Song Wei asked, "I woke up?"

Wen Wan smiled and nodded. She was sleeping well, why did he come here to do?

Fortunately, she was not angry when she woke up, otherwise he would have to suffer now.

Seeing that she had woken up completely, Song Wei pulled her green onion fingers and gently pinched it to her palm, "Mom said that I'll stew fish soup for you for a while, and make some shrimp. If you don't like it, I'll let her make something else as soon as possible."

Wen Wan shook her head and told her not to worry about it. She is less than three months pregnant now and is not that expensive. Since she is the mother-in-law who cooks, she can eat more bites later. If she can't eat less, she will not let the old man down as soon as she gets home.

Seeing that she had no special requests, 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 her stomach felt a little uncomfortable now.

Song Wei moved a little, let her lean on her shoulder, and said, "Thank you hard and Wanwan."

It was the first time I became a biological father. I had never been exposed to this aspect before. The gentle morning sickness reaction on the way home caused a certain "shadow" on Song Wei. Only then did he realize that pregnancy was so hard.

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

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

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

Mrs. Song was afraid that Wenwan would not be able to swallow the rice, so she stewed two fish one and picked out the meat and cooked her green fish porridge.

Wenwan tasted it, but it didn't have any 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 had a very good appetite.

After dinner, Wenwan walked around the spacious yard to digest food.

While his daughter-in-law was away, Mrs. Song asked Song Wei, "Did the villagers in the village come to make trouble during the day?"

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

Mrs. Song heard it and smoked in her nostrils, "You are the one who wants to take the exam, and it's not our family who has the final say. The guarantee letter is at best to tell the villagers who will come to take the land in the future, so we won't be able to collect any benefits. These turtle grandchildren are really good. They just block you at the door like a guarantee letter, and they can do good deeds and still be able to hold themselves in a slut. What are we trying to do?"

Song Wei had long been stripped of his previous emotions and was particularly calm at this time. "Don't you say that, I just promise not to charge the benefits, I don't guarantee who will give you or who will give you the quota. That's all my freedom. You don't have to know these people."

"I just couldn't be angry." Song Po Zi said hatefully, "My son is willing to give benefits, that's because my son is generous! No one is grateful to you, but he still thinks it's right, and even thinks that our family owes them. Look, if you really pass the exam, you will have nothing to do. If you fail the exam, they may really come to you to give an explanation."

The villagers were all shallow, and they all wanted to take advantage of each other, but never thought that they would suffer long-term losses in this way.

After going to the capital for a year, Song Wei's horizons were much broader than before, and his mind was not at all about the trivial matters in the village.

The reason why I had to make a guarantee letter was to pave a way out for myself.

The so-called three-inch tongue can harm the body of seven feet.

He was born with a bad luck. Everyone knows that in these ten miles of villages, if you want to enter the officialdom in the future, someone will come to check the details. It is inevitable that the villagers will ask them. If they all insist that Song Wei was born with a bad luck, he would not think about the dream of the officialdom.

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

Isn’t it just a ban on the land? When the time comes, you will be treated as taking out a quota of 400 acres to do good deeds.

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During this year's provincial examination, Song Wei knew two people who were about to end.

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 him the next day.

When Song Wei was in the Imperial College, he had a lot of letters and exchanged with Xie Zheng in order to tell him the movements of the capital in time.

However, in letters, some things are just mentioned briefly and not detailed.

Xie Zheng came here today just to listen to Song Wei describe what the Imperial College is like.

Song Wei showed his patience and told him carefully, and Xie Zheng looked full of yearning.

During the year when Song Wei went to the capital, he no longer worked as a teacher. He went to the county town to find a college to study. Whenever he wrote letters to Song Wei, he envied Song Wei for going to the Supreme Mansion to further his studies.

But he simply envied, which was different from Hao Yun's distorted jealousy.

In Xie Zheng's opinion, Hao Yun was really sick and was very sick.

Last time their official school held a poetry and prose competition, Hao Yun's article stood out. When it was announced, some students saw that they imitated Song Wei's writing style, and even the details were the same in several places. Song Wei wrote that article many years ago in Zhenxue.

The supporters behind Hao Yun immediately started to shout, saying that Song Wei had never heard of anything. They had only heard of Hao Yun, the head of the college entrance examination case, and said that the same article was said. Song Wei did not write about the popularity, and Hao Yun directly won the poem competition. It goes without saying who has great ability.

The two groups were quarreling, and Hao Yun's supporters were annoyed and threw dirty water directly, saying that Song Wei was allowed to be admitted to the Imperial College because he had gone through the back door. He had never seen the court exam and the head of the case was sent directly.

At that time, the prefect Chen was preparing to pack up his things and promoted. This was heard. Without saying a word, he sent someone to invite the students who said this to the government jail for two days to eat rotten rice.

Once a student is jailed, he will be a stain when he comes out. He will never think of turning over in his life, let alone becoming an official.

The remaining Hao Yun supporters were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe, and the matter was barely finished.
Chapter completed!