On the morning that Wuming set off for Jiaohe City, Fang Pei, who was stationed in Jiaohe City, was unaware that he was in grave danger.
At 11:38 AM, Fang Pei's fifteenth son was born with a loud cry.
Yes, this was Fang Pei's fifteenth son!
Some might ask, Fang Pei is just over forty this year. Assuming he got married at twenty, and in twenty years had fifteen children, could his wife be an old sow?
Not at all, one woman could naturally not achieve such frequent childbearing. One woman can't do it, but what about nine women?
Indeed, Fang Pei had married nine wives over the years. The woman just wheeled out of the delivery room was Fang Pei's ninth wife.
What's admirable is that Fang Pei wasn't the type to divorce and remarry; instead, he lived with all nine wives. Even more admirable is that, although it's said that three women make a drama, Fang Pei's nine wives lived under the same roof with little jealousy, getting along very harmoniously like real sisters.
