13,

Inside the house.

Night.

Under the dim oil lamp, my mother was sewing out her worn clothes.

Several children are already asleep.

Xu Baolin was lying on the side of the kang in anger.

After sewing a sleeve of her jacket, my mother stopped, looked at him, sighed softly, and said, "Oh! You are unhappy these days, I know why you are doing?"

Xu Baolin: "Why?"

Mother: "Aren't you just blamed me for not giving birth to a son for you? Ah!"

Xu Baolin sat up in a flash: "That's it!"

Mother: "Can I blame this... this?"

Xu Baolin angrily said, "Who are you not blamed? Ah! The old hen doesn't lay eggs, can you blame the rooster? Humph! Look at Guigen, his old woman, has raised three children in four years, and all three of them are carrying bass. But what about you? You are so good! She gave birth to three for me, but... they are all maids. You said this... can't I get angry? Ah!"

Mother: "But what's wrong with my daughter? My daughter is also the flesh that fell from us!"

Xu Baolin: "Hmph! You are right! But when they grow up one by one, they will find their husband's family and they will all become people."

Mother has no words.

Xu Baolin: "Besides, you didn't give birth to a son for me. My Xu family is just like my Xu Baolin, and I will be discontinued from the incense. Ah!"

Mother: "This..."

Xu Baolin: "So I must let you give birth to a son for me in this life." After that, he blew out the oil lamp vigorously and then rushed towards his mother.

"Alas!" The mother sighed in the darkness.

14,

Outside house.

My mother was already a pregnant woman with a big belly again. She walked out of the house with great difficulty and shouted loudly, "The table is full."

No one outside agreed.

"The table is full." Mother shouted again.

"Oh." Sanpang, who was already five years old, agreed, and ran in from outside with a basket on his shoulder: "Mom."

Mother: "Sanpang, where is your sister full of table?"

Sanpang: "Mom, she is playing outside at the door."

Mother: "Oh! Sanpang, you have to play with your sister and don't fight with her, do you know?"

Sanpang nodded: "I know."

At this time, my mother saw the big basket on her shoulder and asked in confusion: "Sanpang, why are you carrying a basket? Ah!"

Sanpang: "Mom, I want to carry it on to pick up firewood."

Mother: "Where are you going to pick it up when you are so young? Ah!"

Sanpang: "Mom, I'll pick it under someone's tree."

The mother nodded and said to her, "Oh! OK! Go! You have to look at the table and don't let her run away, ah!"

Sanpang: "Hey, mom, I understand."

15,

On the street.

Sanpang carried the basket and picked up firewood while walking.

When she walked under a few trees, she saw a pile of short dry branches, and she ran over happily, picking them up one by one into the basket.
Chapter completed!