I'm a little panicked. I'm going to be a father right after my rebirth.

Song Ye complained in his heart, what else could it be? It’s just you who is irritating me!

He worked so hard for others, but he didn't even know how to wash his own clothes! This brother is so stupid!

"Your sister-in-law is pregnant, so it's normal for her to vomit!" Song Ye stood up and patted his shoulder, then led him to the back room.

"My sister-in-law is pregnant? That's great! I'm going to be an uncle! I will definitely take the children out to play after they are born!" Song Hui was really happy. He was less than 20 years old and still had a childlike mind.

Song Ye poured a large basin full of warm water and bought him a complete set of clothes from the points mall.

"Brother, wash your hands and face, as well as your head and neck, and then put these on. You need to wear new clothes cleanly for the New Year."

It’s not that he dislikes his younger brother, but his uncle and aunt are here today, and dressing like that would be disrespectful to the guests.

"Wow! This dress is so beautiful!" Song Hui stretched out his pitch-black hand and was about to touch it, but Song Ye slapped it away.

"You still have to wash your clothes after you've touched them. Don't you mind the trouble? Go wash them first and I'll hold the clothes for you."

"Yeah!" Song Hui nodded, took off his clothes, and started washing his face with his bare chest.

"Puff puff puff" Song Hui wiped his face a few times and then went to get a towel, which made Song Ye so angry that he kicked him.

"Wash your hands thoroughly with soap. There's shampoo over there. Wash your hair at least twice. It's already scalded!"

Song Ye blocked the door and wouldn't let him get the towel. Song Hui had no choice but to obey and wash himself clean.

Song Ye bought a very soft and comfortable large towel and handed it to him.

Song Hui used it to wipe the water off his head and body, and showed his big yellow teeth to his second brother.

"Brother, this towel is so nice!"

Song Ye held his forehead helplessly, "If you like it, I'll give it to you. Put on some clothes so you don't catch a cold, and hurry into the house to eat!"

"Okay, thank you, second brother!" After wiping his hair, Song Hui happily stuffed the towel into his bag to avoid dropping it.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man. After putting on the new clothes, Song Hui looked much more energetic and was completely different from the beggar just now.

Song Yongtang secretly gave Song Ye a thumbs up. He finally regained some face in front of his third brother and his wife.

Song Ye felt relieved when he saw his father's satisfied expression, and quickly opened the door to go out to see Yang Xue.

"Oh, my wife! I forgot that you are not wearing thick clothes. Come into the house quickly and don't catch a cold!" Song Ye said with concern.

Yang Xue shook her head, "I still feel a little uncomfortable, I want to stay outside for a while."

"Then wait for me!" Song Ye went into the room, took out Yang Xue's down jacket, and quickly put it on her.

Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, Yang Xue pushed his arm and said, "I'm fine. Come in and eat. Don't catch a cold!"

Song Ye shivered. If his wife hadn't told him, he really didn't feel cold. He quickly went into the house, put on his clothes, and came out again.

Song Haixia went to the kitchen to get a new set of bowls and chopsticks. When Song Hui saw the table full of delicious food, his eyes lit up. He took the bowls and chopsticks and started eating without even raising his head.

"Haha," Third Uncle Song Yongkang laughed dryly, "My nephew has a good appetite!"

Song Yongtang felt a little embarrassed. How hungry must this child be?

"Ahem." Song Yongtang kicked Song Hui under the table, "Son, say something to your uncle and aunt!"

"Hello, San Su and San Sen!" Song Hui raised his head and said this vaguely, with rice grains still spewing out of his mouth.

Song Yongtang wants to die now, his son is such a disgrace!

"Haha" Song Yongkang endured the nausea and wiped off the rice grains on his body.

"Second brother, Cuihua and I are full. We have something to do at home so we'll leave first. You guys take your time eating!" After saying that, the two stood up and walked away as if there were wolves chasing them from behind.

Song Yongtang threw his chopsticks away. What else can I eat? I'm not in the mood to eat!

In the past, when compared with that bastard Song Ye, I thought my eldest son was okay, but now he seems to be another terrible thing!

Yang Xue stood outside for a full twenty minutes. Song Ye gave her a piece of orange peel to smell, and only then did she feel better. Song Ye was heartbroken. It's really not easy to get pregnant!

When they entered the room, Song Hui was still eating and he was the only one left at the table.

After Qiao Dayong served his mother dinner, he came back to work. Song Ye was very satisfied with his work attitude.

"Brother Qiao, just heat up the greenhouse in the afternoon. You don't have to stay here all the time. You can go home to see mom anytime. Heat it up again before going to bed at night. I think we can turn the soil tomorrow."

Qiao Dayong nodded, "Well, don't worry, Brother Song, I will definitely keep a good eye on the fire!"

Song Ye smiled at him, turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

"Brother Song!" Qiao Dayong suddenly called him.

Song Ye turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Dayong scratched his head in a naive manner, "My mother said that the lunch was delicious. She hasn't been so happy in a long time. Thank you!"

Song Ye smiled faintly, "As long as she likes it, I'll bring you a portion whenever my family cooks lunch, so you don't have to waste time going back to cook."

Qiao Dayong's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Brother Song, you are such a good boss!"

Song Ye waved his hand and said, "I'm not a boss. We're just fellow villagers helping each other."

Qiao Dayong shook his head, "I feel like you can definitely become a big boss in the future!"

"Then I'll take your good words!" Song Ye said and went back to the house.

Qiao Dayong looked at Song Ye's back and nodded. The big boss was very capable and spoke in an elegant manner.

"Old man, are you not eating well in the granary?"

When Song Ye entered the room, his mother was pulling Song Hui aside and asking him questions. She felt a little distressed when she saw her eldest son looking like he hadn't eaten for several lifetimes.

Song Hui nodded. "The food in the granary is terrible. It's not as good as home. Mom and Dad, I don't want to carry sacks for the granary after the New Year. It's too hard work! It gets sunburned in the summer and is even worse in the winter!"

Song Yongtang frowned unhappily, "Then what do you want to do? You haven't even finished junior high school, you can't even do the kind of work that requires your brain!"

Song Hui curled his lips, "I can still farm after all. My second brother does nothing at home and you guys don't care. Why do you have to make me go out to work? Mom and Dad, please find me a wife!"

Song Yongtang glared at him. "You're so young, yet you're still thinking about getting married! You feel tired at the granary, but you've done a lot of work for the Gao family, so why don't you complain about being tired?"

Wang Guiqin was so angry that she slammed the kang and said, "My son, you are just bewitched. You believe everything Gao Xiuli says!"

"I heard from a young married woman from their village that she has been in love with a man who runs a restaurant for a long time, and you are just a fool and are doing work for him for nothing!"

"The Gao family never wanted to marry their daughter to our family! Maybe they are laughing at you and calling you a fool behind your back!"

"Mom!" Song Hui was very unhappy that his mother said that about the girl he liked, and his face became very long.

Wang Guiqin was very firm, "If you insist on marrying the troublemaker, don't call me mom!"