At this time, the several brothers could also see the appearance of Er Bao more clearly. Her chubby little face looked fleshy.
"Mother, how much does our little niece weigh?" Being asked by her son, Old Lady Mo only just remembered that she was so preoccupied with holding her darling granddaughter that she actually forgot to weigh her.
Seeing his mother's appearance, Mo Jia Cheng knew that she must have forgotten to weigh their little niece.
"Mother, there's a scale in my yard. I'll go get it now."
After weighing, everyone laughed.
"I knew it, my precious granddaughter gets heavier after holding her for a long time. It turns out she's so chubby, actually five catties and nine taels. " Five catties and nine taels was considered skinny in modern times. But this was ancient times, with scarce resources.
The rich families were still alright. Pregnant women would be given silver to nourish their bodies during pregnancy.
In poor peasant families, there was no such treatment. Pregnant women could only eat what everyone else was eating, as long as their stomachs were not empty, it was already heaven's grace.
There was another reason - the low medical standards here. Too large a fetus would make it difficult for the mother to give birth. Therefore, many people would appropriately control weight gain even during pregnancy, not daring to let the child grow wildly in the womb.
As a result, few people here could give birth to children over five or six catties.
Moreover, twins are much smaller than singletons to begin with, and even the combined weight of twins may only equal that of one singleton.
And now their family's twins turned out to be so heavy, which made Old Lady Mo happy while also feeling distressed over He Zhiran.
One could only say that her ninth daughter-in-law was lucky to have such chubby twins born safe and sound.
Her two grandsons were already born with blessings - their disabled grandfather could now walk with a cane on this very day.
The more Old Lady Mo looked at little granddaughter, the more she liked her.
"Master, our Mo family has always had more males than females. This little granddaughter will be the pearl in the palm of our Mo family. We must give her a nice sounding name."
In Dashun, it was the elder with the highest seniority in the family who would name a newborn child. By saying this, Old Lady Mo was also reminding Mo Qing that he should be thinking of names for the two babies.
Mo Qing had now completely let go. The way he currently was, if not for his family taking care of him, even if he was saved, he would not have been able to survive.
On the first day he returned to Xiling Village, he had already made his stance clear that the Mo family affairs would now be handled by Mo Jiuye couple going forward.
Moreover, after a period of observation, he found that his ninth daughter-in-law was exceptionally wise. For something like naming his grandchildren, he did not want to assert his seniority.
He believed that whatever names his ninth daughter-in-law picked would definitely be better than his own choices.
Although he thought this way, he still had to put on a show on the surface.
"Let's leave the children's official names for their parents to decide. I'll suggest some milk names that we can call them."
Everyone agreed with this.
"Ranran has made such great sacrifices to continue the Mo family line. Naming should be left to her as their mother."
He paused, then Old Lady Mo asked: "What milk names does Master plan to give the two grandchildren?"
Looking at his sleeping granddaughter next to him, Mo Qing said gently, "I just said, she is the pearl in the palm of our Mo family. Her milk name will be Mingzhu (Bright Pearl)."
"Mingzhu, what a nice name. Precious, tough, resilient - that's how the Mo family's daughters should be." Mo Chongyuan agreed.
With everyone's approval, Er Bao successfully got the milk name Mingzhu.
Although Mo Qing had not seen his precious grandson with his own eyes yet, his wife had just roughly described his looks to him.
After thinking for a bit, he said, "Our grandson's milk name will be Zhu (Pillar)."
"Zhu?" Old Lady Mo very much disapproved.
She may not have carried the grandson back to her own yard, but that did not mean she only doted on the granddaughter. She liked the grandson just as much.
Why did the granddaughter get such a nice-sounding milk name, while the grandson only deserved to be called a Zhu?
Mo Qing knew his wife had misunderstood him and quickly explained,
"I love my grandson just as much. He is the eldest grandson of our Mo family. I gave him this milk name because I hope he becomes the pillar of the next Mo generation."
Pillar was a good thing, but the name Zhu was just too casual, same as those West Ridge village children.
This was what everyone present thought - that even if it was just a milk name, it should still sound grander since he was the Mo family's eldest grandson.
Although Old Lady Mo also felt the milk name did not do her grandson justice, she did not want to contradict her husband's intention either. After all, this was the first time she had seen him so happy since he returned, and she could also see that he had put careful thought into naming his grandson.
"It's just a family milk name that we find easy to call. Outsiders won't refer to the children this way anyway, besides, Zhu will still get an official name. When he goes to school in the future, he would also have a courtesy name."
Seeing that mother approved of father's choice, the few Mo brothers had also firmly made up their minds about something.
Just like them, ever since Huan Ying was born, their parents obviously favored their younger sister. It seemed that the two elders of the Mo family were really exceptionally fond of girls over boys...
The two Mo elders were oblivious that their sons had labeled them representatives of gender bias favoring females over males. Happily, they gazed at the cute little Mingzhu.
The more the brothers thought about it, the more they felt a sense of kinship with their little nephew - a shared experience of being the victims of parental favoritism towards daughters. Exchanging looks, they decided to go take a look at the boy so that their nephew would not feel even the slightest bit neglected growing up feeling like the lesser preferred gender in the Mo family, with them as uncles failing in their duties.
The few brothers noisily ran towards Mo Jiuye's yard again. Unsure of which room the little nephew was in and also afraid to disturb the recently delivering younger sister, the brothers blinked at each other at a loss standing in the yard.
Although Mo Jiuye had devoted all his attention to his wife, as a man accustomed to staying vigilant, he could still hear the footsteps in his yard.
He gently placed He Zhiran's hand back down, covered her with the blanket, before lightly treading out of the room.
Hearing the door open, the brothers' gazes unanimously shifted over.
"Ninth brother, where's our little nephew?" There was pity in the second brother's eyes as he spoke.
Having had a sleepless night facing his own brothers, Mo Jiuye did not bother noticing their odd behaviors.
"Mother-in-law just took him to the side room."
"Let's go see little nephew." Knowing his location, big brother took the lead, as long as it wasn't their sister's room, it was convenient for them to visit.
Following closely behind big brother, the few brothers appeared together in the side room.
At this time, He Ziming was hugging Dabao, eyes softened to mush. Seeing the big group of people suddenly swarm in, he was dumbfounded for a moment before hurriedly hugging Dabao tighter.
