Tom, who was still wearing pajamas and was spurring, was carried off the carriage by John.

"John, look, those bullet holes in the mailbox are still there."

"Do you remember when the two of us stood on the roof and shot at the gangsters downstairs?"

"I was so wise that night!"

"Of the more than 300 enemies, at least 400 were killed by my own hands."

"It's been a long time since I've been here."

Still "wise and martial"? Tom was the most timid of the Smith family who resisted at the beginning.

John was a little too lazy to complain about Tom, John still remembered that night, Tom hid in the deepest part of the attic, called him "Commander", and asked everyone else to shoot and drop bombs, wasn't he afraid of death?

Now turn around and let Tom do it himself.

Tom couldn't hear John's heart, otherwise he would have retorted to John: That's called saving your life, you know? Not for the faint of heart!

John put down Tom at the door, and Tom sorted out the "meter" of his pajamas, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The hall was full of descendants of the Smith family, large and small, there were more than 20 people, from Tom's grandfather, the current nominal head of the Smith family, to Tom's nephew, the children of Tom's cousins.

When everyone saw Tom walk in, they all silently took half a step back, so that Tom and John could go directly inside.

Everyone knows that the Smith family can leap from a red-necked Dixie family with little land and barely living above and below the subsistence line to the first family of Dixie, all thanks to this seventeen-year-old genius boy and the madman nicknamed "Three-Fingered Demon" behind him.

Tom and John made their way through the crowd and walked through the door.

This room is not Milia's "birth room", this room should be called the "waiting area for relatives in the delivery room".

There sat Tom's mother, his sister, his two younger sisters, and Mueller's two younger sisters.

"You know it, too."

"Mom...... I ......"

After closing the door, the atmosphere present became more and more awkward, and in the end, it was Penny who opened her mouth first and accused herself of being "unfilial".

"Mom, what? I don't have a son like you. ”

"It's been half a year, six months, and you haven't come here to see your mother and Milia's pregnant little girl, do you still have a mother in your heart?"

"The children are about to be born, don't come to a trip, last time it seems to be about to be born, call you to come and you don't come, this time I directly asked John to tie you up, you just came."

"Mom, aren't I busy?"

Tom, who was scolded by Penny, muttered a small retort in a low voice, but he didn't expect to be heard by his mother.

"Busy? Are you too embarrassed to say busy? ”

"I've heard John say that you eat and sleep every day, you sleep and eat, and at most take a bubble bath, where are you busy."

"I'm busy resting."

Tom looked at John Mill who was revealing the bottom with some unhappiness, and John directly turned on the "poker face" skill, pretending not to know anything.

"You ......"

Penny, who was out of breath by Tom's anger, coughed a little in her anger, and Tom's sister, Alisa, hurriedly walked behind her mother and rubbed her back.

"Mom, dissipate your anger, we all know what kind of person my brother is, isn't it just troublesome to take care of pregnant women."

"Say he doesn't say you are."

Penny looked at Alyssa, who was rubbing her back, and the anger that had just gone down came up again, and she made a straight face.

"Ever since Tom said he was going to start a newspaper, you haven't been home every day!"

"I live in the newspaper every day."

"Such a big girl, what are you waiting for if you don't get married?"

"The grandsons of Kronna on the farm next door will run away, what about you?"

"I introduced you to a few houses, and you were good, and you secretly asked the people under your command to blow up the man's mailbox."

"So that no one dares to introduce their son to me now!"

"You sisters and brothers, you just want to be angry with me!"

The two sisters and brothers were scolded for being incomplete, the four little sisters were secretly laughing, and the four of them liked to watch the "bad brother" who forced them to do their homework on weekdays, and was scolded by Penny's mother/uncle.

"You four little cubs, what are you smiling at, do you know how rare the opportunity to learn is?"

"You two brothers worked hard to create the learning conditions for the four of you, don't you know how to cherish them?"

"I haven't read either, but I'm not stupid, and I know it's important to read."

"Come, the complete works of Shakespeare, each of you will write a paragraph silently, and I will take it to the teacher when I go back, and I can't make a single mistake."

"There are six of you, none of them are worry-free!"

After scolding, Penny turned her head to look at John, the only one who was not scolded, with only two big words in her eyes, "satisfied".

"It's better to be John."

"He is worthy of being the eldest of the seven, and he is really a good big brother."

The other six people stared at this perfect big brother with "resentment" on their faces.

Just as the play was about to evolve into "Peniqua John", an obstetrician who was in charge of delivering Milia walked in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Milia has a rough birth."

"How is that possible? I prayed to God for several days, and the priest said that if he had gone with the flow, he would give birth to a strong son. ”

When Penny heard that there was something wrong with Miria's birth, she didn't bother to vent her nervousness about waiting for her grandson to give birth, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask the obstetrician that Tom had hired a month in advance.

"The mother is small, the pelvis is too narrow, the bone birth canal is too narrow, and the baby's head is too large. A C-section may be required. ”

"Don't do that kind of vandalism, the priest said, you must go with the flow, otherwise you may become a daughter."

"Mom, whatever the doctor says, it's possible that what God said about Shunqi naturally means caesarean section, and the priest can fully believe only one sentence, that is, the priest can cure the little boy's feces all over the world..."

"Huh?"

Tom, who interjected, was directly frightened by Penny's vicious look and shut up.

"It is because of your impiety that your child cannot be born smoothly."

"Quick, take it, this is the Bible from Rome."

"I have recently learned a lot of Latin with the priest, you can learn a few words with me, and pray to God in God's Word together to keep the mother and child safe."

After forcibly pressing Tom's prayer, Penny did not intend to give up, and turned her head to continue to "output" to the other five juniors, exporting her nervousness.

Tom could only pray helplessly "sincerely".

No way, who made Penny their mother?

The world is big, and my mother is the biggest!

Muller, the only one who was not "exported" by Penny, patted the doctor on the shoulder and asked the gynecologist to withdraw from the Smiths' "stage play" with his family.

The two walked to the door of the delivery room.

Within a door of the door is Milia and several other obstetricians and midwives who are giving birth.

"Doctor, what's the situation, I haven't heard of caesarean section, is the success rate of caesarean section high?"

"If it is an ordinary person, the probability of the safety of the mother and child by this means of production is less than one-fifth, but Mr. Smith has given us a lot of new disinfectants before, and the success rate of this kind of operation has been as high as more than 90% in the past year. It's just ......"

"Just what?"

"There's a good chance that Miss Milia won't be able to have children anymore."

"It doesn't matter, don't worry about doing it boldly, Tom told me, professional things are handed over to professional people, all Texas, you are the most professional."

"Thank you for your trust."

"If the production goes well, Tom and I will apply and give you an additional twenty percent of the research fee every year."

"Thank you so much."

Milia's birth has also changed from a natural birth to a caesarean section, with a 90 percent success rate.

The probability of the collapse of the U.S. economy is calculated by dividing the excess issuance of the currency by the amount issued under normal circumstances.

It's already hundreds of thousands.

Today is the day of the outbreak.

The bubble of hypocrisy will eventually burst.