Jinyi Spring

Chapter 42: Sticky Wife

The others continued to discuss, "Duke Ding is not normal. He loves his wife like his life and wants to hang his whole body on her waistband. His face has turned into old bark, but he still calls her Rong'er Rong'er."

"I heard that the old Duke has a lot of nicknames for being afraid of his wife?"

"You are from another place, right? You don't even know this. The old Duke has too many nicknames, Ming Juju, Ming Neinei, Ming Paopao, Ming Tutu..."

"What do you mean?"

"Haha, being henpecked means being henpecked, running means running home as soon as your wife calls you, and being tutu means being as obedient as a rabbit."

"I heard that 'Ming Paopao' was given by the emperor. When the emperor and his ministers were discussing important matters in the court, Duke Ding heard that his wife was anxious to see him, so he hurried home. The emperor gave him this nickname."

A burst of unbridled laughter.

Another person said, "Many things in Duke Dingguo's mansion are named after his wife, such as Wanrong Pavilion, Huarong Pavilion, Rongjing Lake... It's so corny, and they don't even think it's shameful."

It doesn’t matter what you say about him, but the old man will be unhappy if you make fun of his wife.

He slammed the table and walked over, pointing at the man's mouth and said, "You, what you just put into your mouth was not a bun, but feces. Not only does your mouth stink, but you are also mentally retarded, a fool, a big idiot, and a fool."

The man jumped up and cursed, "You damn old man..."

Two burly young men came over and asked angrily, "Who are you scolding?"

The man was a little scared, "It was the old man who scolded me first."

The old man snorted coldly, "You scolded me... Old Madam, of course I have to scold you."

When those people saw the old man and the two young men, who were wearing worn-out cloth and were tall and strong, and who really looked like servants of the Duke's Mansion, they were all scared.

He nodded and bowed quickly, "Don't be angry, father-in-law, we won't talk nonsense anymore."

A scholar from a table a little further away came over.

Pointing at those people, he said, "You can't say that about the generals and old lady of the Ming family. It will chill the hearts of the soldiers. They live in the open air to protect their country, but you insult them by saying they don't have wives.

"Without them, there would be no peace today, no good days for us... They sacrificed their lives for the country, seeing death as returning home. They bent their bows to bid farewell to the Han moon, and inserted their feathers to defeat the arrogance of the heavens. The bright moon of Qin and the pass of Han, the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned..."

He spoke passionately and majestically, as if he was giving a speech.

Those gossiping men didn't want to listen anymore, and they didn't dare to offend the servants of Duke Dingguo's Mansion, so they left quickly after leaving the copper coins.

The scholar looked at his father-in-law with a smile, as if trying to please him.

The father-in-law did not play by the rules and said, "You just listened to them for as long as they talked. I also saw you grinning happily with your big white teeth bared. Are you saying those things now in the hope that the old man will say good things about you to the old master and then introduce you to him?
"Humph, no way, no windows."

The scholar's face turned red with embarrassment, and he left with a flick of his sleeves.

The old man returned to the table and continued eating his buns.

Feng Chuchen was secretly happy. This old man looked like an old child. He was so cute.

The seventh-rank official in the prime minister's office and the servants in the Duke Dingguo's mansion also have such demeanor.

Listening to the discussion just now, not only is Duke Ding lovable, but the Emperor is also generous.

Feng Chuchen began to look forward to this dynasty again.

Feng Buji asked in a low voice, "Sister, why does the old Duke like to hang on his wife's belt? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Feng Chuchen laughed and said, "That's a metaphor. It means that the old Duke is attached to his wife. I think the old Duke is a good man that is hard to find in the world. He would only be attached to his wife if he loves her, and he is not afraid of being laughed at by others."

In a feudal society, and as a duke, such behavior was rare and admirable.

Feng Buji quickly flattered him, "When I grow up, I want to hang on my wife's belt like the old Duke and stick to her. I also want to hang on my sister's belt and stick to her."

Aunt Wang and the others laughed.

Feng Chuchen laughed and said, "You think you are the old Duke, and you can hang anyone's belt. To be able to let such an outstanding man be willing to hang on your belt, it first shows that the old lady is outstanding enough."

Shaoyao said, "So, the old Duke's wife must be very beautiful."

Feng Chuchen said, "Beautiful appearances are all the same, but interesting souls are rare. I don't know whether Madam Ming is beautiful or not, but she is definitely very wise and likable. "My brother should study hard and exercise well. Only when you are excellent can you find a good wife."

Feng Buji said, "Sister is beautiful and intelligent. She will find a husband like the old Duke in the future."

Why does it involve me again?

Feng Chuchen said with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense. Eat quickly, and then we can go see the new house."

Although they spoke in low voices, their father-in-law, who had good hearing, still heard them.

He silently repeated the words, "Beautiful appearances are all alike, but interesting souls are rare to find... Well said, you have good taste, Rong'er is indeed that good."

After they finished their meal, Feng Buji politely said goodbye to his father-in-law, "Grandpa, enjoy your meal. We're leaving first."

The father-in-law put down his chopsticks and smiled, "The little kid is adorable, but a little thin. He needs to exercise more and eat more."

"Oh, that's what my sister said."

"Haha, your sister is a smart girl."

Feng Buji would be happy as long as she praised her sister, and she replied loudly, "Yes."

Feng Chuchen walked out of the restaurant and realized that although the old man was dressed in ordinary clothes, he had an extraordinary demeanor and was definitely not a gatekeeper. He was not angry when he scolded his children and grandchildren and the old Duke Dingguo, but he jumped up and cursed when he scolded the old lady. It was very likely that it was the old Duke Dingguo himself who loved his wife as much as his life.

If it is really him, it is a rare magnanimity.

A few people walked to the street corner and hired a mule cart.

After looking at the new house and buying some things in the shop, he returned to Baima Village feeling satisfied.

The next day, Feng Chuchen took Aunt Wang and Banxia to the homes of pregnant women in the village to practice listening to fetal heartbeats.

The young lady of a wealthy family would definitely not allow anyone to learn from her belly, so she could only promise benefits to let poor pregnant women learn from her.

The benefit is that Feng Chuchen gave the woman fifty cents for delivery.

There are currently twelve pregnant women in Baima Village, seven of whom are more than five months pregnant.

The calculation of due date in ancient times is different from that in modern times. In ancient times, each gestation month was twenty-eight days, which is why there is the saying of ten months of pregnancy.

The fetal heartbeats of these seven women could be heard.

The six of them are relatively normal, while Zhao Chunjiang's wife has the biggest problem.

She was eight months pregnant and her fetal movements, heart sounds and uterine contractions were all abnormal.

Feng Chuchen told the truth.

Zhao Chunjiang's wife was very unhappy and sarcastically said, "You can hear the sound of a baby's heartbeat with a broken bamboo tube?"

Aunt Wang said angrily, "Why would we lie to you? It's true. If you do what we say, maybe it will be relieved."

Zhao Chunjiang's wife and the man looked at each other and said, "If we follow your method, what if we end up hurting the baby? There was nothing like this when Doctor Feng was alive, and now that she's dead, this broken tube has been created. Who would believe this?"

Zhao Chunjiang blinked his eyes and stated the conditions, "If you do it your way, and my son has problems when he is born, you will have to pay compensation."

This is blackmail.

Feng Chuchen couldn't guarantee that the baby would get better after breastfeeding, and he couldn't be blackmailed by them. He originally wanted to give the mother acupuncture to regulate her uterine contractions, but he didn't dare to do it anymore.

"You don't have to believe it. Aunt Wang, let's go."

This was what Feng Chuchen had expected.

In the early 1950s, when the government’s medical institutions went to remote rural areas to popularize production knowledge, the people there refused to listen, let alone the ancient rural areas.

On the way, she said to Aunt Wang and Banxia, "For those who can listen, please say a few more words, and for those who can't listen, please say a few less words. As long as you listen to the fetal heart rate, you are learning."

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