An Jing laughed, "I don’t have much to offer, so what could you possibly learn from me? However, there is one thing you really need to take to heart—don’t let people bully you anymore. Niuniu and Yu Yu can only rely on you now. If you’re always timid and let others take advantage of you, won’t they be bullied too when they’re with you?"
Shi Xiaolan nodded fervently, "I was indeed too timid before, but I’ve been slowly changing. It doesn’t matter if I’m bullied, but I don’t want my two daughters to suffer the same. You grew up with me and are aware, when my parents were alive, they never let me suffer the slightest grievance, and I want to be just like them."
An Jing said, "If your parents have spirits in heaven, seeing you , they must be very comforted."
Upon hearing An Jing’s words, Shi Xiaolan felt somewhat embarrassed and didn’t know what to say, responding only with a sheepish smile.
Watching Shi Xiaolan react this way, An Jing also smiled.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Wang Youbao came to eat with An Jing and Xiao Changyi. During the meal, Wang Youbao asked An Jing and Xiao Changyi a very serious question.
"An Jing, Changyi, what do you think I should eat to grow taller quickly? Or drinking something would also do."
Not only did Wang Youbao ask this earnestly, but he looked rather distressed, which caused An Jing and Xiao Changyi to glance at each other. Eventually, An Jing chuckled and said, "You’re still in mourning, so you can’t eat meat or strong flavors. You probably just have to rely on natural growth."
After a pause, An Jing added, "Aren’t you already growing taller? You seem much taller than when we first met you."
Wang Youbao fell silent for a moment before speaking, "The growth just feels too slow, I wish it were faster."
An Jing said, "You’re only eighteen, you’ll still grow taller, don’t be in such a hurry."
Wang Youbao’s face grew even more forlorn, "I’m already eighteen and about the same height as you, how can I not be anxious?"
Xiao Changyi said indifferently, "I was as tall as you are now when I was thirteen."
An Jing almost burst out laughing. My husband, is it really okay to rub salt in the wound like that?
Time flies quickly, and before you know it, it’s already the twentieth day of the first month, and An Jing is already five months pregnant. Her belly is as big as if someone was about to give birth.
Now, Xiao Changyi dares not let An Jing out of his sight.
If An Jing is not in his view, he becomes anxious and immediately goes to look for her, fearing for her safety.
Seeing her husband so nervous about her, An Jing feels both burdened and sweet—of course, more of the latter.
Both Doctor Fang and Doctor Jiang have said that pregnant women shouldn’t sit or lie down all the time; they should move around. So that day, Xiao Changyi, with one arm around An Jing’s shoulders and the other supporting her, originally planned to just walk around in the yard at home. But feeling the view wasn’t good, he took An Jing out the door, planning to stroll around their neighborhood.
The two of them did not walk fast at all; they were simply strolling leisurely.
Around their home, all the land and fields belonged to them. At the moment, nothing had been planted in the fields, and they looked desolate.
While looking at their fields, An Jing casually said to Xiao Changyi, "My husband, plans cannot keep up with changes. We had originally planned to plant rice in these eight acres of fields this year. Now, we can’t do it ourselves anymore."
She was heavily pregnant, and her husband always needed to look after her, so how could they manage to farm themselves?