Mrs. Lin had already calculated everything clearly.
If she were to miscarry now, the Old Mrs. Mu would only let her rest for a few days at most.
The concept of postpartum rest did not exist in the eyes of the Old Mrs. Mu; once a child was born, she had to go to work.
Even Yu Si Niang, back then when Little Zhi and Xiao Han were born, early in the morning she was carrying a manure bucket to the vegetable field to spread manure. Just a day after giving birth, she was forced to work.
Mrs. Lin didn't think she would be an exception.
"So what do you suggest?"
Mu Dazhong himself was also anxious, afraid of being discovered.
He had been involved in too many guilty dealings lately. One might be manageable, but two or three piled together were likely to cost him dearly.
"What can we do, just drag it out until I regain my health. Now that we have food and drink, who would be willing to work."
"Oh, then I'll get going!" Mu Dazhong replied indifferently.
