Fortunately, the fourth child was a boy, and Lin Jianling personally went to paste red paper on the door. But unexpectedly, the red paper had only been up for three days before it turned to white paper. The baby boy had died.
This really infuriated Lin Jianling, who sulked for several days, displeased with everyone he saw.
But now, it was all good. With this little brother, Lin Yuan and the rest no longer feared the idle gossip of the villagers.
Those who loved drama pretended to pass by the door on purpose, with some eagerly inquiring Lin Yuan, "Da Ya, has your mother given birth? What did she have?"
Lin Yuan looked at them with wry amusement, seeing the schadenfreude in their eyes. She flashed her brightest smile and exclaimed loudly, "My mother gave me a little brother! Aunt Wang says he's about six jin, and he cries so loudly."
