The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 13 Family Reunion, Only for Farewell
Gan Minglan paused, then said, "Son, your mother's brain has cleared up!"

Fatty's little mouth could open wide enough to fit an egg.

His two uncles often told him the story of how his mother was knocked silly by a pig when she was a child.

He also said that his mother wouldn't stay stupid forever, and that she would become smarter when the time was right.

It turns out that what the uncle said wasn't a lie to the child.

The wonderful news thrilled the little guy:
"Your Majesty, you're really alright? Will you still buy me sugar figurines to eat in the future?"

"What, now you know your mother isn't stupid anymore, and you can't fool me into buying you snacks, right?"

"Hey Hey"

Fatty grinned sheepishly.

My silly mother used to be very kind.

They would fight for him without asking why.

Other people's children are not allowed to eat this or that by their parents.

His mother wouldn't do that; she would buy him anything to eat.

He's the kid with the most snacks on that street!
My mother looks pretty good now that she's become smarter.

A mother who is both intelligent and capable makes him feel safer!
From now on, he no longer needs to worry about his wonderful mother being deceived.

Woo woo woo.
Fatty has lived for over four years, and today is the happiest day of his life.

The little guy was so excited that he cried like a little kitten.

After crying herself to sleep, she fell into a deep sleep in Gan Minglan's arms.

Having witnessed the entire process, Luo opened her mouth, then whispered to her daughter-in-law:

"Wen Kang's wife, are you really cured?"

Gan Minglan pointed to the back of her head:

"The place where I was beaten by the officials was the same spot where I bumped my head on the whetstone back then, and it probably even reopened the bruises from my old injury."

Mr. Luo clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly.
"The monk's mouth is truly blessed. This is an incredible thing. Wen Kang will be very happy to know this."

I'm really happy.

The moment Zuo Wenkang saw his wife for the first time, his heart trembled.

His former wife was the War Queen of the matriarchal Phoenix Dynasty.

He was eight feet tall and weighed over 180 pounds.

Having spent most of her time fighting on the front lines, she often found herself living a life of hardship, sleeping outdoors and enduring harsh conditions.

Her dark skin and calluses on her hands are testament to her achievements.

Her facial features were average, and her voice was neutral.

Although the women of the Phoenix Dynasty do not rely on their appearance to attract their husbands.

He is still a man with normal aesthetic sense.

Zuo Wenkang hadn't expected this.

The wife in this life is even more beautiful than I remember.

However, in my memory, the wife's eyes were always blank.

He barely exchanged a few words with the original owner of the body in a day.

She always kept her head down, constantly doing housework.

The current wife.

Those cat-like eyes, with a slight turn of their starry gaze, shone like stars!

Her face was expressionless, but her eyes spoke volumes.

Just one glance.

His heart began to fall for her.

He immediately forgot all his previous plans.

What about keeping a respectful distance? What about having a son and being content with everything?

He's the legal husband!
What he wants in a marriage is one of deep affection and perfect harmony!
Zuo Wenkang was very confident about this, after all, he had fifteen years of experience in vying for favor!
After making up his mind, his gaze toward his wife was so intense it could stretch into silk.

Gan Minglan had no idea what was going on in the eyes of that pretty-boy husband in the distance.

She hugged the chubby boy and turned around.

He was thinking to himself:

Given his physique, it's questionable whether he could even make it to the border town.

I'm pregnant with a son, but I feel like the baby in my belly is a girl.

Once she arrived in the border town, she wouldn't have trouble supporting her two children. In this feudal society where the husband was supreme, being a widow with both a son and a daughter seemed like a pretty good thing.

It takes half an hour to walk from the government office to the outer city.

In addition, the disturbance caused by the people lasted for two quarters of an hour.

When the 358 people reached the ten-mile-long pavilion outside the city, there were already quite a few people waiting there.

They have fifteen minutes to say goodbye to their families.

"Daughter, daughter! Fatty! Fatty!"

A middle-aged man waved his hands at Gan Minglan from a distance.

Judging by his appearance, he was over 1.8 meters tall and had a robust and sturdy build.

He had a full beard and the same eyes as the original owner.

I recognized him by his eyes; he was definitely her father.

The deep affection emanating from this body cannot be faked.

Gan Minglan carried the chubby boy towards him.

Fatty struggled to get down from his mother's arms.

Grandfather, another powerful figure has arrived.

The little guy wiggled his short legs, and as he ran, his whole body trembled.

Gan Hongzhen strode forward and scooped up his beloved grandson into his arms.

He habitually used his thick beard to poke the chubby boy's fleshy face.

"Hee hee hee"

"Hahaha"

The grandmother and grandson were incredibly affectionate when they met, playing happily with their faces pressed together.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Gan Minglan's face.

The young man standing to the side looked at his sister with a hesitant expression.

After a long pause, she finally called out, "Sister, you..."

Gan Minglan turned to him with a slight smile: "Afu, I won't be able to attend your wedding this time!"

Gan Mingfu stared with bloodshot eyes, pointed at her head, and shouted excitedly:

"Sister, sister, are you all better now?"

"A blessing in disguise, I got hit on the back of the head."

Before she could finish speaking, Gan Mingfu rushed up and gave her a bear hug.

The eighteen-year-old lad was unlike any other pale-faced scholar.

He was tall and strong, with a heroic air about him between his sharply defined brows.

Apart from the eyes, the facial features are about 50% similar to the original.

Gan Minglan's back was almost scalded by his tears.

With his hands tied, he felt somewhat at a loss.

Isn't it said that people in ancient times were very reserved in their emotions?

She had just been given a bear hug by her younger brother, and then her own father rubbed her head.

Gan Hongzhen's thick beard twitched, and his questions were incoherent:
"Where is the new wound? Honey, daughter, does it still hurt? How is the baby in your belly?"

The tone of his voice when coaxing her was exactly the same as when he had coaxed Fatty earlier.

"It's all better now! Your granddaughter is perfectly fine, she's not having any reaction at all."

After receiving repeated confirmation from my daughter.

The father and son's hearts, which had been pounding in the oil pan, finally cooled down.

Just as the father and daughter, and the siblings were chatting about their lives.

In the distance, a group of men who looked like local gentry were carrying several archway-shaped objects towards us.

Everyone who came to see him off at the ten-mile pavilion was drawn to this spectacle.

The man at the front, who looked to be in his forties, first bowed to the people around him.

He walked straight up to a woman.

Pointing to the archway behind him, he shouted:
“Mrs. She, since you were born into my She family, why did you not commit suicide after your husband was beheaded? With your ability to be exiled to the border town, how could you possibly preserve your chastity?”
In the past hundred years, our She family has had twelve chastity memorial arches awarded by the imperial court. Neither the women nor the men of the She family have ever brought shame to the She family.

Are you going to disregard the She family's century-old reputation? Are you even still a daughter of the She family?!

Upon hearing this, the woman's body swayed precariously.

(End of this chapter)