Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Xianglan stared at Chunxia's belly, her eyebrows furrowing more and more tightly.

Chunxia is more than one number older than before.

"Chunxia, ​​your belly is way too big. You look like a balloon."

As soon as Chunxia plopped down on the stool, it made a piercing creaking sound.

"What's wrong? Everyone says that I eat well so that my child can grow up strong."

"Being strong doesn't mean being strong in this way."

Song Xianglan reached out and touched Chunxia's belly, then looked at her feet, which were swollen like steamed buns.

How much do you eat in one meal now?

Chunxia scratched her head sheepishly.

"Actually, it's not much. In the morning, I have to eat two fried dough sticks, a bowl of fried rice, a bowl of soy milk, four taro balls, and a bowl of soup. In the morning, I also have to have an egg, fruit, and fried rice cakes and rice cakes."

At noon... I didn't eat much at noon, just a bowl of rice and some vegetables. In the afternoon... Auntie, I just can't stop cooking. As soon as I turn off the stove, I panic, I can feel the baby kicking and struggling.

Song Xianglan's face darkened.

"It's not that the child is hungry, it's that you're greedy. Look at your face, it's so swollen! You can barely open your eyelids. You have too much fat."

Chunxia curled her lip indifferently.

"It's good to be a little chubby; a chubby woman has the strength to give birth. Don't the old folks in our village all say that a chubby wife is a blessing?"

"That's from the old almanac, and besides, there's no way someone could be this fat." Song Xianglan drank the last sip of pork liver soup. "Go to the county hospital for a checkup."

Your belly is growing too fast; I'm worried your body won't be able to handle it. Don't let the baby get too big, or it will be too difficult for you during childbirth.

People at that time didn't really have the concept of prenatal checkups.

Eat more and gain weight.

That's the biggest achievement of the whole family.

Nie Erhua brought out four large, round taro balls and added some lean meat to the pork liver soup.

Song Xianglan felt uneasy watching Chunxia wolf down her food.

"Chunxia, ​​finish this bowl and go home. No more food allowed. I'm calling Xiaochuan back today to take you to the county for a checkup."

Chunxia was unwilling.

But since Song Xianglan had spoken, she didn't dare to argue. In her mind, pregnant women should eat more, all for the good of the child.

That's what the older generation says.

She smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I know, Auntie, you worry about me more than my own mother."

Song Xianglan: "Go back and look in the mirror more often."

"I don't dare to look in the mirror; I push the mirror out of my sight. I'm already immersed in the joy of everyone praising how well I've taken care of myself wherever I go, and I also feel that the fatter the better, so I subconsciously eat more."

The sun rose higher and higher.

Song Xianglan spurred her Honda King, floored the gas pedal, and headed straight for the county.

Upon arriving in the county town, Song Xianglan first went to the warehouse to find Nie Xiaochuan.

Nie Xiaochuan is taking inventory of the goods.

Song Xianglan parked the car and tossed the keys to Nie Xiaochuan. "Ride this car back to Xiaoquan Village right now. Bring your wife to the county hospital for her prenatal checkup."

Nie Xiaochuan caught the key and asked, bewildered:

"What's wrong with Chunxia? I went back a few days ago and she was eating and sleeping well, and she's gotten quite plump."

"She's just eating too much." Song Xianglan glared at him. "Look how fat she's become! Her face is so swollen her eyes are almost closed, and her belly is ridiculously big. That's flesh, not a baby. If she keeps eating like this, it could kill her when she gives birth."

"She's pregnant, not a pig."

Nie Xiaochuan panicked and hastily wiped his hands with a rag. "Third Aunt, I really don't understand. I just thought that if she was hungry, I should feed her."

Nie Xiaochuan truly loved Chunxia; in his eyes, he loved her no matter whether she looked like a pig or a monkey.

He hopped on his motorcycle and sped off.

Song Xianglan turned around and went to the county hospital.

In the corridor of the county hospital's inpatient department, Song Xiangmei was carrying an empty thermos towards the water room when she ran into Song Xianglan.

"Big sister," Song Xianglan called out to her.

"Third Sister." Song Xiangmei said with a big smile.

"Look what you've done to your good daughter-in-law!" Song Xianglan blurted out. "Are you out of your mind? Letting her eat whatever she wants. Five or six meals a day, plus midnight snacks. You really think that's a blessing?"

Song Xiangmei's smile froze, and she looked surprised.

"Third sister, what are you saying? Back when we were pregnant, we couldn't even get enough sweet potato noodles to eat, and we were so hungry that our stomachs cramped."

Now that life is better, we definitely have to give her the best.

Chunxia is lucky; she has a good appetite and can eat a lot. Everyone in the village praises me for raising such a plump and healthy wife.

Song Xianglan pointed to the doctor's office door, "Don't take the gossip of those ignorant village women as gospel. Go ask the doctor right now, is it good or bad for a pregnant woman to be too fat?"

Song Xiangmei was filled with anxiety after being scolded, wondering, "Was it really wrong?"

"You should ask a doctor; they're more authoritative."

She placed the thermos against the wall, walked nervously to the doctor's office door, and knocked.

"Doctor, I'd like to ask, if a pregnant woman gets too fat and eats too much... is that a problem?"

The doctor behind the table looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"How fat are you? How many months pregnant are you?"

"I'm six months pregnant, and I've gained more than forty pounds since then," Song Xiangmei swallowed.

"Are you out of your mind? Gaining this much weight greatly increases the risk of gestational diabetes and high blood pressure. It's bad for both the mother and the baby, and especially bad for the new mother. It's good to increase nutrition during pregnancy, but you can't force-feed her like that."

The doctor's words were utterly blunt, like a hammer blow.

Song Xiangmei's legs went weak and her vision went black. She leaned against the threshold to keep from collapsing and didn't catch her breath for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yuan quickly ran over and helped Song Xiangmei up.

"Auntie, are you alright? Get up quickly."

Song Xiangmei's face turned deathly pale, and she trembled all over.

When she returned and saw Song Xianglan, she wiped away her tears. "Lanlan, what should I do? I was thinking that if the baby eats more, he will grow strong, and Chunxia has a good appetite too."

"Alright. Xiao Chuan, go pick up Chunxia. The doctor will examine her in a bit. Keep an eye on what she says from now on." Song Xianglan helped her to sit down on a bench in the corridor. "She cries over such a small thing. Are you back in the South?"

Reassure Song Xiangmei.

Song Xianglan followed Zhao Yuan into the ward.

Zhao Shengli lay in the hospital bed, looking much better than he had a few days ago.

Seeing Song Xianglan come in, he struggled to sit up.

"Lie still." Song Xianglan walked over and looked at his injured leg. "When did the doctor say he could be discharged?"

"The doctor said the bone has set and I can go back to recuperate in a couple of days," Zhao Shengli said in a hoarse voice.

"Come to my place after you're discharged. I'll find you a place to stay so you can recover properly."

Zhao Shengli shook his head repeatedly. "No, no. My benefactor, my daughter and I have a place to stay."

"I've already caused you so much trouble, how could I possibly bother you again? I'm here to repay a debt of gratitude, not to act like a spoiled brat."

"To repay a debt of gratitude, I must first recover my health."

Zhao Shengli turned to Zhao Yuan and said, "Yuan, go to the house we rented and get the money."

Song Xianglan glanced at Zhao Yuan.

The little girl was timid and seemed to be afraid of causing trouble.

Such a soft persimmon is only meant to be bullied in society.

"Will the landlady go through our things again?" Zhao Yuan's eyes flashed with anger; she didn't like the landlady's family.

"I'll go with you." Song Xianglan turned and walked out.

The two left the hospital.

Zhao Yuan led the way, turning left and right into a dilapidated alleyway in a residential compound.

A row of low red houses.

Zhao Yuan took out her key and opened the door to the innermost room. The door had barely opened a crack when the door to the next room was pushed open.

A sleazy-looking young man shuffled out, revealing two large yellow teeth, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yuan's chest.

"Ah Yuan's back? Where have you been these past few days?" The man with yellow teeth leaned against the door frame, blocking Zhao Yuan's way.