Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, and inquiring, so after Ning Zhi only looked at Aunt Yun, she knew that her body was very suitable for preparing for pregnancy, and she wanted to be pregnant again after a while.

"Can you conceive a boy?" Yun Sanmei seemed to be a doctor, and subconsciously asked.

She really wanted to have a boy so badly.

In this way, she can live a better life at her in-law's house.

"This ...... Perhaps. Ning Zhi hesitated, but he didn't dare to guarantee this kind of thing.

After all, the chances of conceiving a man and a woman each account for 50 percent.

Hearing this, Yun Sanmei couldn't help but sigh.

She is also confused, what is she doing with her child to tell this kind of thing?

Seeing her sad face, Ning Zhi left Yun's arms, paced in front of her, reached out to hold her hand, and comforted: "Auntie, don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

"And the book says that whether this boy or a girl is actually up to the man, not the woman, so don't blame yourself for not being able to give birth to a son."

"Zhi, Zhi'er, does the book really say that?" When the illiterate Yun Sanmei heard this, she was immediately taken aback and stared at her in disbelief, as if she was talking about some kind of fantasy.

Mrs. Zhou and Yun, who were also illiterate, couldn't help but be shocked, and their eyes were full of astonishment.

In their lives, they have only heard that women can't give birth to sons because their stomachs are not angry, but they didn't expect the reason to be due to men?

"Zhi'er, you're not kidding?" Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but ask.

"Grandma, I'm not kidding!" Ning Zhi nodded affirmatively, and added without a doubt: "What I said is true!" ”

These were all things she had seen from the biology books in Song Shenbai's study.

"But how is this possible!" Yun Sanmei still couldn't believe it, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning: "Why can you blame the man for not being able to give birth to a son?" ”

Ning Zhi really wanted to open her mouth to explain a bunch of medical knowledge and physiological knowledge to her, but when she thought that she was just a child now, she immediately swallowed the words in her mouth and only repeated these words: "...... In short, it's the man's fault! That's what the book says! ”

"Third sister, and mother, Zhi'er will never lie, you have to believe her." Although the Yun clan was also shocked by this, they still unconditionally chose to support Ning Zhi.

Yun Sanmei looked at them, her face was not as shocked as just now, but she was sad: "Sister, I can believe it, but my mother-in-law won't believe this, she will only think that I am making excuses for my uncompetitive stomach." ”

As long as she thought of her mother-in-law's sarcastic and cursing words about her not being able to give birth to a boy, Yun Sanmei's heart was immediately sour, and she couldn't help covering her face, and fell on the kang sadly and wept.

"Girl, don't cry, let's not cry, maybe the next child will give birth to a male baby." Mrs. Zhou was distressed, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to pat her back.

Ning Zhi climbed on the kang and comforted her: "Yes, auntie, maybe you can give birth to a boy in the next child." ”

Her white fingers caressed her weeping and trembling shoulders, and her eyebrows were precipitated with an age-inappropriate calmness.

"So, let's stop crying now, okay?"

She is obviously still a child, but she coaxes Yun Sanmei like a little adult, as if she is a child.

After Yun Sanmei, who was originally uncomfortable, heard their comforting words, especially Ning Zhi's comfort, this heart somehow, the sourness and pain in her heart gradually returned to calm as if it had been drained by something.