Ye Qiqi felt that her mind was dizzy. She stretched out her hand to hold her forehead and fell backwards. She murmured: "Hurry...Hurry up and hold me..."
Mo Hanqing, who was standing behind Ye Qiqi, silently stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.
"Forty years..." Ye Qiqi looked at the sky blankly and muttered: "There are twelve months in a year, and forty years means four hundred and eighty months. There will be at least five days in each month. , One to five is five... Two to five to ten... Three to five to fifteen... Oh my god, how many days of sunflower water will I have to get..."
He Pingxuan looked at Ye Qiqi's despairing look and couldn't help but twitch his lips and said to her: "How can you think so? This is your first time here and you are not used to it. You will get used to it in the future. Really?" Yes, grandpa didn’t lie to you.”
"Four, five, twenty... Five, five, twenty-five..." Ye Qiqi looked at the sky blankly and continued to mutter.
"Besides, that's not right." He Pingxuan looked at Ye Qiqi helplessly and said, "You won't have to come to Kuishui every month for the next forty years."
"What do you mean??" After hearing this sentence, Ye Qiqi immediately raised his head and looked towards He Pingxuan.
"When a woman is pregnant and giving birth, she won't come to Sunflower Water." He Pingxuan stroked his beard towards Ye Qiqi and said, "So, don't worry too much."
"Really?" Ye Qiqi suddenly became more energetic: "When you are pregnant, how long do you have to go without using sunflower water?"
"About... about ten months." He Pingxuan thought for a while and replied.
"Ten months!?" Ye Qiqi's black and white eyes were filled with surprise: "There are only twelve months in a year. If you are pregnant, you can go without using sunflower water for ten months! ?”
She lowered her head, pinched her fingers carefully, then turned her head and said seriously to Mo Hanqing, who was hugging her: "Sir, I changed my mind."
"Huh?" After hearing her words, Mo Hanqing lowered his head, looked at her with a pair of deep black eyes, and raised his eyebrows.
"Let's not have four children." Ye Qiqi wrinkled her little nose, looked at Mo Hanqing firmly and said, "Four children are too few."
"So?" Mo Hanqing looked at her pink face and asked in a low voice, "How many children do you plan to have?"
"Let's have forty babies!!" Ye Qiqi stretched out a pair of arms, put them around Mo Hanqing's waist, raised her head and looked at him and said.
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The entire courtyard suddenly became quiet.
When He Pingxuan heard what Ye Qiqi said, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, and a large bead of sweat fell down his forehead.
After Mo Hanqing was silent for a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said to her: "You mean... you plan to get pregnant and have children from next month until you are in your fifties?"
"Yes! That's pretty much what it means!" Ye Qiqi said with a bright light in his eyes: "This way I only need to come to Kuishui for two months a year, and instantly I feel that the pressure is reduced a lot."
"Oh... give birth to more than forty children..." Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi meaningfully and repeated what she just said in an ambiguous tone.
"Yeah!!" Ye Qiqi nodded vigorously.
He Pingxuan felt that he really couldn't listen anymore.