Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

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"Sister-in-law, can you tell Mother to let me drink a bowl of sugar syrup? I really don't have the strength to give birth anymore..."

On the bed, Madam Zhao was sweating profusely. Her face was pale, and her lips were colorless. Her sweaty hair stuck to her face as she looked pleadingly at the woman standing high and mighty beside her bed.

Madam Zhao's stomach was bulging as she gave birth. However, she had already been trying to give birth for a day and a night, and her strength had long been exhausted. At this moment, she did not even have the strength to lift her hand. She knew clearly that if she did not eat something, she would not be able to give birth to this child.

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"Sister-in-law, aren't you making things difficult for me? It's not like you don't know our mother's personality. If you can give birth to a boy for Third Brother, would Mother refuse to give you sugar syrup if you wanted it? You should just work harder and give birth as soon as possible. Otherwise, it won't be good if this continues."

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Madam Li said to Madam Zhao in an awkward manner. If not for the fact that her second sister-in-law, Madam Zhou, had returned to her maiden home, the task of delivering Madam Zhao's child would not only fall on her. She could not give birth even after trying for a day and night. How unlucky.

The child in her stomach must be a nuisance. It was torturing Madam Zhao to death before she was even born.

It was August, the autumn harvest season, and the entire family had gone to the fields. Her mother-in-law, Madam Wang, was taking an afternoon nap in the main room. She had already said not to disturb her before the birth of the child. Madam Wang was not an easy person to get along with, so Madam Li did not want to see her mother-in-law.

Madam Li's disdainful gaze made Madam Zhao feel despair.

Madam Zhao swallowed her dry throat and begged, "Sister-in-law, can you pour me a bowl of water? Please."

Madam Li rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Fine, wait for a bit. I'll pour it for you when I go to the toilet."

With that, Madam Li turned around and left. As she walked, she even fanned her nose with her hand and muttered, "It stinks."

Madam Li opened the door and slammed it behind her, causing the temporarily bright house to instantly return to darkness.

Madam Zhao lifted her hand and touched her stomach with difficulty, tears flowing out of her eyes.

Madam Li did not return for half an hour.

During this period, Madam Zhao suffered several bouts of contractions, but she did not have any strength left at all. As the movement in her stomach became weaker and weaker, her heart gradually grew cold.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Madam Zhao's eyes lit up with hope again. She called out with a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law..."

"Mother, it's me. Are you all right?"

Su Sanmei's voice was soft as she walked to the bed and looked at Madam Zhao worriedly.

When Madam Zhao heard her daughter's voice, she felt a little sad. She knew that Madam Li would not come over for at least an hour or two. If she wanted to give birth, she could only rely on herself.

"Sanmei, get me a bowl of water."

"Don't be afraid. Mother will be fine."

Madam Zhao said weakly. She could not collapse. If she did, what would happen to her children?