Shen Zhiyong lay on the mat and looked at the roof, "I envy it, but I don't have the talent of Sanbao, I can't do carpentry! Not to mention my two daughters! I know that you envy the three treasures and the third family, but this kind of thing, you can't envy it. ”

When Shen Zhiyong talked about talent, he sat up and began to review Zhang Fengying, "Think about it, until now, we have been ten years, and it is very difficult to give birth to two daughters." Now, I hope that your third child will be born safely. Regardless of whether it is male or female, this is enough, not to give birth! If it is three girls, it is fine. ”

Zhang Fengying's mood was a lot lighter, but she couldn't help but ask, "Zhiyong, don't you really care?" The men in the village, who don't want to have more sons.

She still feels that she has no say in the family, just because she didn't give birth to a son.

Shen Zhiyong spread his hands, and after lying down again, there was a greasy smile on the corner of his mouth: "I used to be the same as the fourth child, and I was not beautiful in my heart." There is always a pimple, I think there is no boy, this family is a little lacking, but if you think about the third daughter-in-law, Caimei's parents gave birth to four daughters, no son, after the daughters are married, including Caimei, but all the sons are born, and they don't want a daughter!!" said this, and paused specially.

Zhang Fengying sighed and said, "It is said that Caimei's eldest sister gave birth to four sons, the second sister gave birth to five sons, the third sister gave birth to six, and Caimei herself gave birth to three ......."

There was a smile on the corner of Shen Zhiyong's mouth: "God seems to want to repay Old Man Yang or something, after his daughter gets married, she will give birth to a son." ”

He sat up again as he spoke, and relieved Zhang Fengying: "So, this is all fate, maybe I and the fourth child are destined to have no sons in our lives, all of them are daughters to the end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fengying start crying, and the anxious Shen Zhiyong was in a hurry, "Alas, what are you crying for?"

"I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eyes. Zhang Fengying wiped her eyes.

Shen Zhiyong smiled helplessly and patted Zhang Fengying's shoulder.

The second and fourth rooms of the big house are envious and jealous of the third room, but Yang Caimei and Shen Zhiming of the third room did not discuss this matter at all, because there are still several years, and there may be variables in the middle. But there's nothing wrong with farming!

The children were so forgetful that Sambo played with a few older brothers for a while, and then left the matter in the back of his head.

Xiao Shen Jiao still sat in the house and meditated, and in the afternoon, after Zheng Maozhen was busy, she came into the house and asked her if she wanted to go to the consignment store.

Xiao Shenjiao thought about it, agreed to the milk, one old and one young, holding hands, and went to the consignment store of the brigade headquarters.

In order to allow the masses in the countryside to buy daily necessities, the state-owned supply and marketing cooperatives provided goods in a unified manner and entrusted individuals to open marketing outlets at the grassroots level. This outlet is called a consignment store.

In addition to being a local service center, the village consignment store is also generally a gathering center for idlers and a place for gossip to spread. Right and wrong, big and small, as long as it is transmitted here, it can spread throughout the village almost instantly.

For example, this morning, someone saw Qin Jianlin leading Qin Shen to Lao Shen's house "again", so a bunch of idlers sat together and discussed this matter.