Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter
Chapter 217 - 218: Everyone comes to Borrow Food 1

Chapter 217: Chapter 218: Everyone comes to Borrow Food 1

Ma Xiulian intentionally voiced her thoughts so Li Chunhua could hear them. After all, they were separated only by an earthen wall. By raising her voice slightly, her neighbors could clearly understand what she was saying.

She conveniently forgot how she used to dutifully run around, tending to everything tirelessly when Guibao was born.

"It’s not like she just gave birth yesterday—"

Chen Jianye wanted to muster up courage to fight for his opinion, but quieted down immediately upon receiving a cold glance from his mother.

Ma Xiulian scoffed unpleasantly, "The day after your eldest brother was born, I got up to cook. Is your wife more precious than your own mother?!"

Chen Jianye quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, Mom, I was wrong!"

He was almost kneeling to his mother. He regretted that he let his heart soften and got himself into an unnecessary argument.

Ma Xiulian barked, "Scram!"

Thus, Chen Jianye returned to his room dejectedly. As he entered, he saw Li Chunhua already sobbing, "Why is my life so bitter? I’m unfortunate, and my son is pitiful. He was born just when the locust plague struck! My poor son, he has to suffer so much from the moment he was born with nobody to even change his diapers!"

Seeing her continuously cry, Chen Jianye finally lost his patience, "Stop crying already! Mom is right. How can you not take care of yourself and your son since you have hands and feet? I worked in the fields all day today. Let me sleep in peace."

With that, he turned in his bed to sleep. Within a short while, loud snores began to emanate from his bed.

Seeing that even her own husband disregarded her, Li Chunhua ended up feeling even more wronged and upset. Why did the damn locusts have to come just when she gave birth to Jinbao?

What she didn’t know was that Zhou Zhaodi, in the next room, was envious of her.

"Why is Li Chunhua so lucky? She always births her children at the most tiring and difficult times, avoiding work. The last harvest, she gave birth to Guibao and had a comfortable month of rest. Now, she delivered another child during a harvest while we break our backs working in the fields, and she still has people at her service at home."

Chen Jiandang didn’t know how to console his wife, after all, he couldn’t control the timing of childbirth.

Zhou Zhaodi mentioned it offhand and soon shifted her attention to another topic, "Li Chunhua’s newborn son is quite handsome, just like Guibao with fair and clean skin. Li Chunhua might not be so great herself, but her children are all beautiful."

"Hmm."

Chen Jiandang yawned, "Wife, let’s sleep."

"Okay, I’ll go and turn off the light."

They turned off their oil lamp, but the next room remained lit up.

Zhao Mei glances at her two daughters at the foot of their bed, then at her own belly, and lets out a sigh filled with complex emotions, "When will I be able to give birth to a son?"

Why can everyone else give birth to sons, except for her, Zhao Mei?

When she was holding the baby the other day, she was extremely envious. How great would it be if she was the one who gave birth to him!

Chen Jianguo lay still at the head of the bed, without making a sound, not taking part in the conversation.

His younger brothers already have two sons each in their households; being the eldest, he has yet to have a son. He wished for a son so desperately he was almost going mad.

However, after seeing his wife’s watery eyes, he gently sighed and consoled her, "We will have one eventually."

He was also comforting himself in the process.

After all, he was not even in his thirties yet. He could always have more children. Maybe the next one would be the handsome boy he always dreamed of!

Dani curled up in her blanket, hearing her parents sigh. She clenched her fists, once again resenting the fact that she wasn’t a boy. That way, her parents wouldn’t envy her uncles so much.

Erni, however, didn’t notice any of this. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she drifted off to sleep.