Zhulan thought it through and felt relieved, smiling, "I'm fine."
At noon, the Zhou family made cabbage stewed with tofu and pork stewed with potatoes; they kept some for the household and delivered the rest to those working in the fields.
Zhou Changzhi had hired four people who were honest and didn't cut corners, working tirelessly on the paddy fields, they had harvested and hauled back over half of the rice, piling it up neatly, waiting for the complete harvest before threshing it all together.
By dinner time, the Wang family was in an uproar, with wailing cries that could be heard by half the village; Zhulan lost her appetite and sighed internally, knowing that the child was doomed not to be born.
Zhou Shuren kept his eyes on Zhulan, not because he was heartless, but because there was nothing they could do; this was a problem originating from the family itself.
