Chapter 1325: Zirui is the Divine Assist

Is there really such a place?

I really want to go.

The few boys of the Sheng Family were chattering away, like they were one hundred thousand whys.

The emotion of curiosity is also contagious; Yulong and Meiyin were infected, and their hostility toward Lao Qi was not as intense anymore.

At first, the two of them stood in the back.

Later, Zirui quietly pulled Zihan, and the brothers each stepped aside to the left and right, clearing two spots; Yulong and Meiyin stepped forward and stood opposite Lao Qi.

"How are you so amazing? You can weave small baskets and you also know martial arts?"

"Can you show us a few moves?"

Yulong forgot that when he was young, Lao Qi had taught him martial arts.

It was just that he was too young at the time, and the father and son spent too little time together, so that bit of memory was quickly wiped away.

"Sure... I'll show you now."

Such a reasonable request, of course, had to be agreed to.

But there were no weeds in the Sheng Family's courtyard.

Reeds that could weave mats were plentiful in the Marsh, there were some in nearby parks but not many, and there wasn't a single one in the residential compound.

Sheng Hanyu gave Lao Jiu a look, and Lao Jiu immediately took people and drove off, speeding all the way to the park.

Lao Qi came to the courtyard, and he and Nianyin sparred with a set of boxing.

It was for the children to see, so there was no need for real martial arts, as long as the movements looked good.

The couple cooperated tacitly, and their movements looked truly good.

Beside them, Litian, that loyal little fan, took the lead in clapping and cheering, and the other three brothers of the Sheng Family followed suit, creating a very good atmosphere.

After the set of boxing was finished, the reeds had been brought back.

Lao Qi didn't care about the sweat all over his body, and instead of going to take a shower and change clothes, he started weaving a meditation cushion with the reeds in the courtyard.

Meditation cushions are easy to weave, and the results are quick.

The long, clean white reed stalks flew up and down in Lao Qi's hands, as if they had come alive, dancing up and down; before long, an oval, flat object was woven.

Meiyin was puzzled: "This isn't a meditation cushion either; it looks like a mat, but mats aren't this thick, and if you call it a meditation cushion, it's a bit too thin."

Yulong didn't say anything the whole time, but there was the same confusion in his eyes as Meiyin's.

"Watch, the moment to witness a miracle."

Lao Qi smiled mysteriously, then pretended to be profound by blowing a breath onto the woven object, stepped on both sides with his feet, and lifted both sides up gently with his hands at the same time.

After a slight "click" sound, a round meditation cushion was finished.

It was very beautiful, as round as if it had been drawn with a compass, with different patterns on each side, and they were not the same.

Although the middle was empty, it wouldn't collapse, and it was very comfortable to sit on.

The children were like they had obtained a treasure, scrambling to get it.

Shi Youxuan spoke up: "This meditation cushion is for Yulong. Your Seventh Uncle is tired today, let him have a good rest. Starting tomorrow, I will have people go cut more and better reeds, and Seventh Uncle will make one for each of you."

No one would fight with Yulong, and it wasn't like they wouldn't have one later; it was just a day late, which was no big deal.

Everyone agreed.

Yulong wanted to refuse, but in the end, he didn't have the heart to.

The temptation of this meditation cushion was too great for him; he really wanted to know how this thing was made, so he didn't refuse and accepted it.

Lao Qi and Nianyin had a house in Jiangzhou, but because the children were all there, the two of them stayed behind as a matter of course.

At night.

After arranging the rooms, everyone went back to rest.

Shi Youxuan took a shower and came out of the bathroom to see her husband lying on the bed reading a book.

"Go to sleep early, there's still a lot to be busy with tomorrow!" she said with a yawn.

She had been exhausted during this period.

The countryside was quite nice, but no matter how good someone else's home was, it wasn't as comfortable as one's own. She just wanted to have a good sleep now, but just as she lay on the bed, she fell into her husband's arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Wife, can you still give birth?"

"I..."

Shi Youxuan expressed strong opposition; she wouldn't give birth anymore, no matter what, she wouldn't give birth again.

There was no need for her to give birth herself; there were more and more children in the family, wasn't it lively enough?

Still giving birth?

What for, having so many children?

There was no throne in the family to inherit.

Sheng Hanyu argued with justification: "It's precisely because there is no throne to inherit that we need to have more children."

There is only one throne, and if there are many children, they will fight.

But the Sheng Family's business is too big, and just having Shi Ran as a helper is far from enough. His wife has a way of educating children; by then, they will all be trained to be his helpers, letting the Sheng Family's business map continue to flourish!

"Get lost."

Her husband was kicked off the bed.

Men are not good things at all.

When giving birth to the twins, this man gritted his teeth and swore that after this pregnancy, he would never let his wife suffer this pain again.

Outside, the cold-blooded and cold-faced ice-mountain president had even cried at that time.

Sheng Hanyu wiped his tears and said his wife had worked hard, and once the children grew up a little, she wouldn't have to worry about anything.

There were servants to take care of the children, and he was there to educate them!

And the result?

The result was that while there were indeed servants to take care of the children, and a mother-in-law to help, how many times had he actually intervened in their education?

Most of the time, it was still Shi Youxuan handling the education all by herself.

The older the children got, the more worrying they became; the idea of not having to manage anything was merely a beautiful wish.

At the time, one truly dared to say it, and the other truly dared to believe it.

Now Sheng Hanyu felt his wife was adept at raising children, and he was ready to "harvest the leeks"—he even wanted to have another one?

Not a chance.

Sheng Hanyu was cut off by his wife's sharp retort; the man of few words, knowing he was in the wrong, could do nothing but scratch his head and chuckle.

Ten months later.

"Wah, wah—"

A delicate cry rang out in the delivery room.

Outside the delivery room, the corners of Sheng Hanyu's mouth were almost reaching his ears.

Judging by the sound, it was a girl; that was great, having another little girl like Shi Ran was Sheng Hanyu's greatest dream!

"Not bad, you."

Yun Zhehao punched him on the shoulder: "A girl, your dream has come true."

"Still got it," Ma Ling'er teased.

"You old lecher," Jian Yining chimed in.

Among brothers, they were used to joking around, so Sheng Hanyu naturally didn't care; what did "lecher" or "proper" even mean?

If he were "proper" with his own wife, there would be a problem.

"You're jealous of me, nakedly jealous."

Jian Yining was naturally unconvinced and retorted: "I'm jealous of you? You're already this old and only have two daughters; I've long had three daughters. If anyone is jealous, it should be you jealous of me."

"You..."

The nurse walked out holding the baby and said to Sheng Hanyu with a smile: "Your wife has given birth to a daughter, six jin and nine liang, both mother and daughter are safe."

Although he had already known it was a daughter from hearing the cry earlier, Sheng Hanyu was still overjoyed upon seeing his daughter for the first time.

This child was too beautiful.

Newborns usually have red, wrinkled skin, looking like little old men or little old women.

His youngest daughter, however, looked as if she were already a month old; her skin was white with a pinkish tint, her eyes were open, her black-grape-like pupils rolled around, and she even grinned at him with her toothless little mouth.

"Baobao, be good, Daddy is holding you." His voice was tiny and incredibly gentle, for fear that a louder sound would startle the child.