bestfiction Chapter 307 1 Accidentally Exploded Myself
Chapter 307 1 Accidentally Exploded Myself
Tian Xiaoxiao: [What is the secret recipe for having a child that the woman is looking for? ]
Daju: [After she got pregnant, she secretly placed an axe under her bed. The axe blade was facing downwards, which meant she would definitely give birth to a son.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Can I only put an axe? Can’t I put a hammer? ]
Daju: [The axe is written in the book. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [I really can’t understand this weird folk remedy. This is not science, it’s witchcraft!]
Daju: [How does science explain the birth of a boy? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Hehe, our research shows that whether to have a son or a daughter is determined by the man.]
Daju: [Once you say this, I'm afraid many men will get angry. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [In our time and space, this view has been around for nearly two hundred years, and those men still don’t accept it! ]
The women in the crowd said: It turns out that having a son is decided by men. I have to go back and talk to my family. I have been scolded for so many years for not being able to give birth to a son. It turns out that it is the man’s problem.
Daju: [Popular science. 】
Tian Xiaoxiao: [One day I have to ask Hua Qing to write a book and draw a picture to explain it better.]
Daju: [This kind of book will definitely sell well. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Yes, why didn’t I think of this way to make money. ]
Hua Qing: You still make money? Your money can buy the entire Mingning Kingdom.
Daju: [I want to know, tell me first. ]
Daju saw the desire for knowledge among the people around him.
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Okay, whether a baby is a boy or a girl is determined by genetic material. Let me give you an analogy, using words to represent it. A man's genetic material is the sun and the moon. A woman's genetic material is two moons.]
Daju: [This metaphor is so original.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [After a man and a woman get married, if the man's sun and the woman's moon combine, they will give birth to a boy. Conversely, if the man's moon and the woman's moon combine, they will give birth to a girl.]
Daju: [It’s easy to understand! ]
The onlookers: I will go back and throw Miss Tian’s words in their faces. If they don’t believe it, ask them to go to the street and listen.
Tian Xiaoxiao: [But we have many different opinions, such as what kind of people give birth to daughters and what kind of people give birth to sons.]
Daju: [Just gossip. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Those who are strong and athletic tend to give birth to daughters.]
Daju: [Your father is strong and has three sons and two daughters. This is not allowed.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Why bother about this? Just talk about it. It's just a topic of conversation after dinner. Just treat it as a joke.]
Daju: [Anything else?]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Among a couple, if the wife has a high IQ, the chances of having a son are high. On the contrary, if the husband has a high IQ, they are more likely to have daughters.]
Daju: [So your father and your mother, your mother has a high IQ? I forgot to ask, what is IQ? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [To put it simply, it’s about whether one is smart or not.]
Daju: [I see, haha, you can judge whether a person is smart or not based on whether the baby is a boy or a girl. I'll take a look at it when I dream tonight.]
Tian Xiaoxiao looked up at the sky helplessly: [This is a statement, but it is not accurate.]
Daju: [Accurate, how can it not be accurate? There was a very smart god in heaven who gave birth to seven daughters, but not a single son.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [It’s up to you. Just treat it as something fun.]
Daju: [Back to the melon just now, the woman didn’t give birth to a son in the end. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Give birth?]
Daju: [Yes, it was just born.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [This witchcraft is witchcraft, including the witchcraft that the royal family likes to use. They can kill people by pricking them with needles. I also don’t think it’s credible.]
Daju: [It's enough if the emperor believes it. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Are there any other interesting melons? ]
Daju: [Yes. Recently the monks have renamed various dishes.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [How to name it? ]
Daju: [They call wine Prajna soup, fish water shuttle flower, and chicken Zuanli vegetable.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Monks will do anything to drink and eat meat! It really fits the saying: wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart.]
Daju: [The monks think that as long as they don’t call it wine and meat, the Buddha won’t care! ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [But I think the monks’ rules and regulations are indeed a little cruel. ]
Daju: [If you want to become a monk, you must be completely free from all emotions and love. Otherwise, how can you realize the great truth? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Qingchen, why don't you gods have any rules and regulations? ]
Daju: [Who said no? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [What is it? ]
Daju: [We can’t kill people.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [This doesn’t count. We can’t kill anyone.]
Daju: [We can’t talk about love with humans. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Different species definitely can’t talk! ]
Daju: [Do you classify us as two different species? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [You are the kind of people who live as long as the sky, and we are ants, so we must be different species! ]
Daju: [Heretical theory. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Hehe. ]
Daju: [Would you like me to teach you a health-preserving secret? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [No, you will definitely come up with some weird recipe to trick me.]
Daju: [There was a great writer who would often stay in his study after the winter solstice when the weather turned cold. When it was cold, his nose would run.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Qingchen, be kind and don't force me to eat melons! ]
The onlookers: We want to be forced to eat onlookers, come on, we also want to maintain our health.
Daju read everyone's thoughts and just ignored them and continued talking.
Daju: [The great writer often inhaled his own snot, which became sweet after swirling around in his mouth, so he swallowed the sweet "snot" and felt it flowing all the way to his pubic region.]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Qingchen, the melons you ate today are too pungent. We are in the food street now. It's delicious food! You know that delicious food should not be wasted. If I spit it out later, I want you to compensate me for my mental damages.]
Daju: [It's not that serious, aren't you fine? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [The bowl of cake I just ate is about to reach my throat. ]
Daju: [Humph, you just like to lie to me. ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [Speaking of snot, some people say that eating snot can make people smarter! I’m drunk!]
Daju: [Which scientist said this again? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [It's a rumor, it's a rumor, some people deliberately said that for their own hobbies. But, hey, Qingchen, there must be a lot of people who have eaten boogers on the food street, right?]
Hundreds of onlookers: Don’t expose me, I have eaten it.
Daju: [I counted and found that most of the people visiting the food court have eaten it before. But they all ate it when they were children.]
Tian Xiaoxiao glanced at the people around her and laughed like a pig. The onlookers wanted to stay away from her.
Tian Xiaoxiao: [When I was in elementary school, many people in my class ate boogers.]
Daju: [Are you included? ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [I won’t tell you!]
Daju: I knew it, you’ve eaten it too.
Crowd: Did Miss Tian eat it too? Haha, I feel better now.
Daju: [Even if you don’t tell me, I know it! ]
Tian Xiaoxiao: [It was getting dark, and my mother asked me to go home.]
Tian Xiaoxiao lifted her skirt and ran among the crowd. The onlookers knew that Miss Tian's true identity had been exposed by the divine beast, and she felt embarrassed and wanted to hide back home.
After taking the initiative to make way for her, Tian Xiaoxiao reached her home smoothly.