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Chapter 477 Posthumous Son

The weather has entered autumn, and the rain will come every now and then.

After the continuous rain, the yard is full of fallen leaves and yellow flowers.

The women in charge of cleaning got up early in the morning to clean up, and the bamboo brooms swept the bluestone boards, and they gathered in a small pile after a while.

A woman was bending over with a dustpan to collect fallen leaves. When she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a figure she hadn't seen for a long time.

Before getting up, he smiled and greeted loudly: "Sister Sang, you are back!"

The rest of the people also turned around to say hello to Mama Sang.

Mother Sang was still here as before, wearing a green cloth dress, plain and simple.

Behind her was her godson Wei Yu, with Mama Sang's bundle on his arm.

"How are the old sisters?" Mama Sang smiled heartily, her laughter was as high and far away as the autumn sky.

"Everyone is well! Old sister, you have been here for too long." Mama Wan walked over with a smile on her face.

"That's not it! There is only one relative in my natal family, and the road is far away, so I don't want to leave when I go back. This is the only time I will see in this life." Sang's mother said tacitly.

Of course Mama Wan knew what she was going to do, but others didn't.

"Oh, my dear Bell, you're going to be a mother too." Mama Sang held Bell's hand standing behind Mama Wan and said, "Is your mother-in-law treating you okay when I'm not at home?"

Mama Wan smiled and patted Mama Sang on the shoulder and said, "You old man! You will taunt me when you come back. Bell is my daughter-in-law, and even more my girl. How can I wrong her? If I dare to wrong her, Can you spare me?"

It turned out that Jiang Nuan made the decision and married Ling Dang to Mama Wan's youngest son.

Ling Dang's husband looks upright, has good conduct, and is eloquent.

Now that Ling Dang is also pregnant for several months, her husband and mother-in-law love her very much, as can be seen from her dressing and the complexion on her face.

"Oh, Mama Sang is back!" Zhuizi came out of the house with Brother Zao in his arms. They served Jiang Nuan together when they were in their hometown in Dengzhou, so they were naturally more affectionate than others.

"Oh, my little ancestor! I miss Grandma Sang to death!" Mother Sang saw Brother Zao.He immediately greeted him with open arms, and took the child from Zhuizi's arms.

Although I haven't seen Mama Sang for several months, Brother Zao is not unfamiliar and let her hug him obediently.

"My brother, it's getting more and more lovely. This little girl looks so much like our girl!" Mama Sang shook Zao in her arms, looking at her and said, "It's carved out of the same mold."

Zhuizi and Lingdang both pursed their lips and said nothing, in fact, everyone could tell that Brother Zao looked more like his father.

But Sang's mother loves Jiang Nuan too much, so she feels that this child is more like his mother.

"Mother Sang, go into the house quickly, Madam is waiting." Mama Wan pushed her in, and the other people in the yard naturally did what they should do.

"Mother Sang, you're back, sit down quickly, and I'll ask them to make your favorite tea." Jiang Nuan was wearing a purple top and a cloud-colored skirt, with a beautiful complexion and a dignified demeanor.

Sang's mother was happy when she saw it, and lamented that her daughter's family is the life of rapeseed. If it falls on the fat place, it will naturally stretch and tender, but if it falls on the thin place, it will have to suffer for a lifetime.

"Girl, how are you doing these days?" Mama Sang sat down, not caring about drinking tea.

"It's okay, mom, don't worry about me. It's your old man who has been tired these days." Jiang Nuan said.

"What are you tired of? I don't cook or do laundry there, I just stay with Miss Chengyun." Sang's mother said, "Now that the result is over, hurry back and report to the girl."

"Did the orange cloud happen? When did it happen?" Jiang Nuan asked.

"He was born on the eighth day of this month. He is a big fat boy." Mama Sang took a sip of tea and said, "The child was born smoothly. The child knows how to love his mother, and he will be a filial child in the future."

"That's good, that's good." Jiang Nuan listened and felt relieved, "Whatever is missing over there, ask someone to send it over."

"I'll stay here for one night, and I'll go there tomorrow." Mama Sang said, "We'll take them with us when the time comes."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days," Jiang Nuan said, "There is no one in Cheng Yun's house, so I asked someone to make some clothes for her and take them there."

"That child is not bad-hearted," said Sang's mother. "When I came out, she entrusted me to take care of the girl!"

"There is something going on in the mansion these days, I can't leave for a while, I will go to see their mother and child when I have time in a few days." Jiang Nuan said.

"Don't worry about it, there are plenty when we meet," said Sang's mother.

Sure enough, early the next morning, Mama Sang found another reason for her roommate and left.

The house is busy with the holidays, and it will be the end of the month in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Jiang Nuan asked Xu Chunjun to go outside the city to see the two orange micas.

Although the place where they live is in the suburbs, it is not shabby at all.

This is also the Zhuangzi of the Huo family. It is neat and tidy, and the servants know the rules. If they are not allowed to come near this house, they will not come here.

Seeing Jiang Nuan and Xu Chunjun coming, Cheng Yun hurriedly kowtowed to the ground.

Both Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan stopped her, saying, "No way, you are still in confinement! Take care of yourself."

"Our mother's escape is entirely dependent on you two. At any time, we must not forget this kindness." Cheng Yun wiped away his tears and said.

"The future is long, why rush at this moment?" Xu Chunjun said, "Ah Nuan and I came to see you and the child. We dare not come here often, for fear that someone will see us and cause unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Nuan walked to the bed and gently picked up the swaddling baby. The baby in the swaddling baby was sleeping soundly, with a small face covered with a layer of fine white fluff.

Jiang Nuan only felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes were hot.

Looking at this child reminded her of Zong Tianbao who died young.

Can't help but lightly touch the child's little face.

Until now, she still can't forget the scene of Zong Tianbao entrusting herself with a dream before his death.

Jiang Nuan thought that she could do nothing else to help him, but with the little blood he left in the world, he should recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

"Miss Zheng, madam, this child doesn't have a name yet, I would like to ask you to give me one." Cheng Yun said.

"Hey, don't ask me about naming things. I haven't read any books and my brain is stupid. I'd better invite sister Xu to come." Jiang Nuan said hurriedly.

"Don't take the child's name for now, let the uncle and aunt of the Zong family take it when you get home." Xu Chunjun said.

"That's right," Jiang Nuan said, "It's more appropriate for the clan to choose."

Cheng Yun insisted on breastfeeding the baby by herself, and she had enough milk, and the baby was already chubby and fat in less than 20 days after birth, and his appearance was considered decent for a baby.

"Relax and take good care of yourselves. We will take you back to the Zong family after confinement is over." Jiang Nuan said, "This child is the blood of the Zong family and cannot be left outside."

(End of this chapter)