The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

Huang Xiangwen spat toward Gu Xiaoqing’s room and cursed, "Lazybones."

"Mom, it’s just washing clothes, it’s no big deal," Lei Qianqian said.

"That won’t do," Huang Xiangwen insisted, taking the basin with clothes and said with a smile, "You can’t compare with us. We villagers are used to rough work, even when heavily pregnant we can still work in the fields. You’re different, you’ve lived in the city since you were young and never done this kind of work. You certainly can’t be like us. I’ve heard that city women are especially prone to accidents when they do work while pregnant. Be careful about the child."

The patriarch of the Gu Family had made it clear—if the first child that Lei Qianqian bore was a son, they would do whatever it took to support him, send him to school, and help him achieve scholarly honors. And Lei Qianqian wouldn’t need to do household or field work; her only duty would be to educate the child well.

Her eldest grandson could very well be a future Magistrate. How could they let him suffer?

Of course they couldn’t.

Lei Qianqian’s face was indescribably pale.

At dinner, the whole Gu Family gathered around the long table, and Huang Xiangwen kept serving delicious food into Lei Qianqian’s bowl, while the usually stingy Elder Huang didn’t say a word and even appeared happy.

"Qianqian really has prospects. She hasn’t been with the Gu Family long and already has a child on the way, putting your mother and your third aunt to shame. Especially your third aunt, humph, it took her nearly two years just to have Erya."

Meng Qiuju, who had been quietly eating, suddenly lost half of her appetite upon hearing this.