Shi Fugui was afraid that Lin Anning would feel unlucky, so he quickly changed the subject.
"You shouldn't dwell on such things. Anyway, they won't fall on your head. Tomorrow, let's go together and have a wedding feast…"
Li Wumei came to her senses and nodded bashfully.
"Right! What am I, a childless widow, doing talking about such things? Anning, the old woman is getting on in years and isn't good with words, don't take it to heart."
Lin Anning waved her hand dismissively, "It's fine. My mother treats my older and second brothers just the same, hitting them together, scolding them together. I should head back…"
Thinking that it had been a long time since the food at home had improved, Lin Anning bought a fish on the black market, planning to go home.
As she passed the town hospital, she saw a comrade, a man, dragging a comrade, a pregnant woman, into the hospital.
"My aunt said, your belly is sharp; it must be a girl."
