My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 38 - 39_1
38: Chapter 39_1
38 -39_1
“Exactly, the Old Tan Family dotes on Xiao Fu as if he were the apple of their eye, they can’t stand not seeing him for even a day.
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They’re definitely going to live with the second son.
If anyone is to blame, it’s Big Brother Tan for not being good enough.
If he could have a grandson, would the family be divided like this?”
“I think so too.
Big Brother Tan, you’d better hurry up and have children with your wife.
Have a few more, and you’re bound to have a son.
Then, when you talk to your dad, you’ll have some leverage.”
“You really need to hurry, especially since you’re not getting any younger.”
Everybody was chiming in, one after another.
In those days, not having a son was a sin; no sons meant the end of the family line.
The end of the family line meant there would be no descendants.
No matter who it was, everyone felt entitled to urge them to have a son.
As the subject of these discussions, Tan Zhengyuan felt very distressed.
He was so troubled by this issue that he had wanted to take a walk, but who could have expected the walk would only make him feel more stifled?
It was fine if his father and mother wanted to live with the younger brother, but why should they give him six acres of land?
Why should all the benefits accrue to that bastard Xiao Fu?
He was the eldest son, the one who would be holding the spirit tablet for the Old Tan Family in the future!
“Big Brother Tan, don’t take it too seriously.
It gets harder for a woman to have children as she ages!”
Seeing Tan Zhengyuan getting impatient, a lady couldn’t help but add another comment.
They were all trying to be helpful!
“I know, the family just split up, I need to go back and tidy up.”
Tan Zhengyuan was in an extremely bad mood.
He knew the villagers wouldn’t stop talking anytime soon, so he made up an excuse and left.
He had no son, no son, no son…
This had become his curse.
“Big Brother Tan, wait up!” Widow Xú called out to Tan Zhengyuan.
Seeing Tan Zhengyuan stop, she sauntered over, swaying her hips.
She had also watched the quarrel at the Tan Family today, and her mind was busy with thoughts.
Tan Zhengyuan frowned and asked, “What do you want?”
A man should not get too close to a widow, especially not Widow Xú, who was known to be anything but demure.
He still had that much common sense, so he instinctively kept his distance from Widow Xú.
But he couldn’t stop Widow Xú from moving closer!
Widow Xú smiled and asked, “I heard that the Old Tan Family will give out an extra twenty taels to whoever has a son.
Is that true?”
“What’s that got to do with you?” Tan Zhengyuan grew even angrier.
Damn it, don’t talk to him about having sons!
Widow Xú didn’t care about Tan Zhengyuan’s attitude and just kept talking.
“You and your wife have been married for over a decade, right?
I think she definitely can’t have children now.
Seems like you and those twenty taels are not fated to be together.”
Widow Xú hit a nerve, and Tan Zhengyuan clenched his fists, ready to punch her at any moment.
Er Ya was already five years old, and there was still no sign of a baby in Hu Clan’s belly, let alone having a son.
Widow Xú laughed with a handkerchief covering her lips, “Brother Tan, you only got that little bit in the division.
How can you be content with that?
If only you had a son, but alas, what a pity!”
Tan Zhengyuan gritted his teeth; he didn’t want to admit it, but it was the truth.
In this lifetime, he had lost because he didn’t have a son.
Otherwise, he would have received at least ten acres of land, lived in the main room, and all of the silver his parents had saved throughout their lifetime would have been his.
Widow Xú saw that Tan Zhengyuan was tempted.
“Big Brother Tan, do you want my help?
A fortune-teller said my fate includes having noble sons.”
She had been a widow for several years, the underlying meaning of her offer was quite clear.
