Mortal's journey to immortality

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang gave birth to a fat little brother for you..."

"Ah, really?"

"Yes, and he's also pretty with pretty features..."

Before the fat man named Wu could finish speaking, the middle-aged man named Uncle Wang couldn't wait to rush home with his hoe and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Uncle Wang's surprise and urgency, the little fat man named Wu also happily hummed a tune and ran quickly in the direction of Uncle Wang's house.

Uncle Wang, surnamed Wang, has a good name. He is an out-and-out mountain village farmer in his forties. Due to financial constraints and poverty, he has never been able to get married. It was not until last year that he got married to Zhang Yan, a widow whose husband had been dead for two years.

Zhang Yan was a peasant woman who was ten years younger than Wang Hao and was a dedicated peasant woman. Because her husband had a strange disease and could not afford it, she left without saying goodbye, leaving her alone.

Neighbors and villagers saw that it was difficult for Zhang Yan to be alone. Although she knew a little farm work, but could not hunt, they thought about finding a man for her. Wang Hao's only relative, his third uncle, was also worried about Wang Hao's life. It was a big deal. I happened to hear about Zhang Yan at this time, so I asked the matchmaker to go to the matchmaker.

As soon as the matchmaker arrived at Zhang Yan's house, she spoke eloquently about the king's good fortune.

Zhang Yan heard Wang Hao and slowly recalled what he saw and heard...

As the name suggests, Wang Haoren is a conscientious and honest man. Although he is a little poor, he can still survive by relying on his own strength and some hunting skills. Although three meals a day are not enough, he can barely survive.

Zhang Yan thought about Wang Hao's hard work and steadfastness, and after everyone's persuasion, he reluctantly got married to Wang Hao.

As a woman, she really couldn't live a life of watching the sky and eating.

After the two got married, they were very affectionate, and no one disliked the other.

When Wang Hao did farm work in the morning, Zhang Yan went to help. When doing heavy work, Wang Hao silently carried it alone. Zhang Yan went up to help, but he just smiled at her and shook his head.

After lunch, Zhang Yan grew vegetables and weaved cloth at home, wandering around one house while Wang Hao went hunting in the mountains.

She repeatedly asked not to go deep into the forest. Wang Hao also listened to his wife's words. Although he didn't catch many prey this way, and sometimes he couldn't even catch it, he could come back safely every time he went out. Even when he was lucky, he would come back safely. You can also catch some game, such as hares, pheasants, mountain birds, and flying squirrels.

In this way, although life is difficult, the two of them work together to respect and love each other and live a comfortable and peaceful life.

Zhang Yan was very filial and arranged to take his third uncle to his home, saying that it would be convenient to take care of the elderly. Any delicious food would be eaten first by his third uncle. He also asked his third uncle to do as little or as much farm work as possible. The whole family was enjoying themselves, which moved Wang Lu very much.

Three years after their marriage, Zhang Yan never expected that Zhang Yan would have a child, and her belly would grow bigger day by day.

The family was very happy and carefully protected the unexpected gift from God.

This can be said to be a late arrival!

The most powerful one is the third uncle, who tells everyone every day that the Wang family finally has a daughter, and talks about it all the time.

After learning that Zhang Yan had a child, Wang Hao let Zhang Yan stay at home no matter what, and did not let her do any farm work. His third uncle took on the daily life of the family.

Wang Hao went out early and came back late to keep busy. He even secretly went deep into the forest several times to hunt some better animals without telling Zhang Yan, and once even shot a goat.

Although Zhang Yan was a little skeptical, she saw the happiness on her husband's face and remembered it in her heart. She knew her husband was working so hard for herself and the child in her belly, and quietly let tears fall down her cheeks several times.

These days are the days when the baby is born. Zhang Yan's belly is bulging more and more obviously, and he can't even move freely.

Wang Hao never went out to hunt again, so he plowed the necessary farmland in the morning and went home immediately to take care of Zhang Yan.

He was afraid that his third uncle wouldn't be able to take care of Zhang Yan when he went out, so he specially gave the cured meat that was pickled at home and could only be eaten during the festival to the only midwife in the village, asking her to help take care of it in case of an emergency.

Today, Wang Hao went out early, but not long after he went out, his heart beat violently. After working in the field for a while, the inexplicable heartbeat became stronger and stronger. He was a little worried about Zhang Yan. These days, his wife The day of childbirth.

When he was walking home, he met the midwife's ten-year-old grandson Fatty Wu on the way. After hearing what the fatty said, he ran home without saying a word.

When I ran to the door of my house, I saw a person wandering back and forth like a rooster in a hurry. It was my third uncle.

As soon as he saw Wang Hao, who was sweating profusely and full of surprises, he said to him: "Okay, our Zhang Yan gave birth to a fat, white, and baby-like baby for our old Wang family. Come in quickly!" "

Mouth full of happiness and urging.

"Ah."

Wang Hao nodded heavily.

He ran into the back room with excitement and joy, and the only thing left was the grateful and comforting voice of his third uncle: "Thank you to heaven, our Wang family finally has a daughter-in-law, a daughter-in-law!"

Wang Hao came to the inner room. At this time, the midwife was packing some postpartum items beside the bed.

His wife Zhang Yan was half lying on the bed, looking at her newborn son with tenderness on her face. Xiao Wang Hao was quietly absorbing breast milk, and his little mouth made a soft sound of "ba sip, ba sip", which sounded like Wang Hao. In his ears, he felt that the whole space was so peaceful and peaceful.

Looking at his wife and son, he stood in front of the bed in a daze.

"The child's father, the child's father..."

Wang Hao suddenly woke up.

"Come and hug our son!"

Zhang Yan actually said shyly.

Wang Hao stupidly took the child, his movements were gentle and slow. When he held his son, an inexplicable tear fell silently on the child's face. The child actually sucked it into his little mouth.

At this time, Wang Hao gently handed his son back to his wife, and then ran out quickly. When he got outside the house, he shouted to the sky: "My king has a child, my king has a child." My king has a child, his mother, we have a child!"

The sound pierced the void and reached the sky!

It's night, a lamp is like a bean, and the dim light warmly surrounds this small thatched house.

"Father of the child, tell me what name our son should be named. Can you come up with one?"

Zhang Yan gently held his sleeping son and spoke to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao scratched his head: "I haven't even thought about this. I don't know what to choose. How about you name our son?"

Wang looked at her tenderly and said.

None of them can read. In fact, not even everyone in the village can read.

As usual, children are randomly chosen from whichever family is born, without any special meaning. For example, the first born is called Da Mao, and the second born is called Er. For example, the midwife’s grandson, Fatty Xiao Wu, is called the second born. Four, named Wu Xiaosi.

Zhang Yan felt warm when he heard what Wang Hao said and knew that Wang Hao had given him the right to name his child.

She looked at her husband and the son in her arms affectionately and thought for a while and said, "Since our son was born on your way home, shall we call him Wang Lu?"

"Okay, Wang Lu, Wang Lu, my mother, I will listen to you and call her Wang Lu."

Wang Hao made the final decision. He didn't know a word of Chinese characters. No matter what, as long as it came from his wife, it was the best.

At this time, Xiao Wang Lu, who was in Zhang Yan's arms, seemed to hear a name. He licked his lips slightly and fell asleep again.