After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

The fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year of Jiayou is the Dragon Boat Festival, a traditional Chinese festival.

The Song Dynasty was different from the previous dynasties, as many customs of the Dragon Boat Festival underwent new changes.

During the Han and Wei dynasties, people used red ropes and peach seals to apply to doors and windows to stop bad air, drive away plague and ward off evil spirits, while in the Song Dynasty, people paid attention to pasting talismans of the Heavenly Master.

There is also a clay statue of Zhang Tianshi, with mugwort as the head and garlic as the fist, which is placed on the door.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, there are also rituals of worshiping the sky, the custom of archery, and entertainment activities such as playing football.

For everyone in the Han family, these are matters that have been put aside for the time being. What's more important is that today is Yu Yanran's due date.

The hustle and bustle and lively atmosphere in Bianjing City could not dilute the tense atmosphere in the Han Mansion.

The Han family's hall was unusually lively at the moment.

The Han Zhang couple, the Han Shipu couple, the Yu family's old master and his wife, the Lu family and other related families were all waiting silently.

Han Ming paced back and forth in Yin Yanxuan's courtyard, looking very anxious.

Behind him were Zhang Guifen, Sheng Rulan and Sheng Minglan, who were holding each other's hands and staring nervously into the room.

Listening to the heart-wrenching sounds, Han Ming clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves, and the sweat in his palms seemed to be about to seep out.

My throat was dry, and my deep breaths sounded like a leaking bellows.

This life-or-death experience made Han Ming truly realize how difficult it is for a woman to get pregnant.

Even without modern medical technology, difficult labor can still occur.

The fact that in ancient times there was no such thing as caesarean section, and women could only give birth naturally with their steadfast willpower is enough to prove how powerful ancient women were.

Han Ming's mind was in a mess. He was originally a modern soul, but he began to pray like the ancients, chanting something in a mysterious way, praying for the safety of Yu Yanran and her child.

A layer of gloomy clouds gathered above Han Mansion, and a light breeze blew, just like Han Ming's heart, which was gloomy and confusing.

Just when the tension in my heart was stretched to its limit, a clear "cry" echoed through the room and then spread to the entire courtyard.

Han Ming took several deep breaths, his eyes fixed on the door.

Suddenly, the door opened and an old woman with a big smile on her face rushed out, shouting, "It's born! It's born! It's born!"

Han Ming rushed forward and the old woman trembled with fear. When she saw who was coming, she couldn't stop laughing.

"Congratulations, Mr. Han! Congratulations, Mr. Han! Mother and child are safe! Madam Yu has given you a son!"

"Okay, okay..." Han Ming's heart was completely relieved, and then he shouted loudly: "Everyone has worked hard, there will be rewards, everyone will be rewarded, a huge reward!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"..."

After saying this, Han Ming rushed into the delivery room under everyone's astonished gaze.

The midwife had never seen such a situation before, and she quickly waved her hands and shouted, "Oh! Mr. Han! Mr. Han! You can't go in there!"

How could Han Ming listen? When he rushed in, Feng Mama and others in his mother's room had already cleaned up most of the inner room.

Yu Yanran was lying on the bed with a pale face, and beside her was a cloth bag wrapped in brocade satin.

Han Ming walked quickly to the bedside. When he saw the visitor, the maids who had not yet had time to pack up hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Looking at Yu Yanran who looked like she had just experienced a serious illness, Han Ming felt extremely distressed.

He approached the other person cautiously, then brushed away the hair stuck to her forehead, and then gently stroked Yu Yanran's pale face twice.

"My wife...you've worked hard..." Han Ming tried hard to smile, but his eyes were slightly red and a little sore.

Yu Yanran didn't have the energy to say anything more. She just shook her head gently and forced a happy smile on her face.

Then she turned her head to one side, signaling her husband to go look at the child.

Han Ming followed Yu Yanran's gaze and looked at the baby who was wrapped tightly.

The little chubby face, which is a little pink, is sleeping soundly at the moment. From time to time, the little hands tremble, as if grabbing something.

Han Ming was deeply attracted by the cute look. He stretched out a finger, somewhat at a loss, and gently touched the baby's smooth little face.

"It looks like it, it really looks like it..." Several whispers suddenly sounded behind me.

The first thing Han Ming saw when he turned around was that his grandmother and mother were looking at the baby with satisfaction on their faces, while Old Mrs. Yu was looking at her granddaughter with eyes full of heartache.

"Grandma, Mother..." Han Ming quickly stood up and saluted, then realized that he shouldn't be here and smiled awkwardly.

"Go out first, and come back in after everything is cleaned up."

Grandmother and mother didn't say much to scold him, but just patted Han Ming's shoulders gently and motioned him to go out and wait.

Han Ming looked at the child reluctantly, then looked at Yu Yanran. The other party nodded to him and smiled with relief.

Only then did Han Ming follow suit and leave the room and return to the courtyard.

As soon as he went out, he was met with the rolling eyes of his grandfather and father, as well as Old Master Yu who was stroking his beard and chuckling.

Han Ming greeted everyone one by one, then found a place to stand silently.

. . . . . .

The news that Han Ming had a son quickly spread throughout the city of Bianjing, and many families expressed their gratitude for the Han family's good fortune.

Many people took advantage of this opportunity and came to the Han family to propose marriages to the fourth generation of the family, but Han Ming rejected them all.

"It's funny! My son is only one day old and hasn't even been named yet. Why are they getting involved?"

Han Ming drank his tea in silence, while Yong Zeng beside him was almost going crazy trying to hold back his laughter.

"Stop laughing! You should also start paying attention to your lifelong event. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Just tell me which girl you like and I'll propose to you!"

Han Ming glanced at Yong Zeng with a sidelong glance and spoke in a light tone.

"Sir, I don't need it now! I..."

Yong Zeng wanted to refuse, but Han Ming interrupted him directly.

"Men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough. You are still a few years older than me. I can make the decision for you while I am still in the capital. Once we are outside, we won't have so much free time."

Yong Zeng listened carefully to Han Ming's words, and knew what he was thinking, so he lowered his head slightly.

"Got it, sir. I'll take a look at it as soon as possible."

"Jin Rui and Ju Cao, who are beside my wife, are both good girls. They know each other well. If you are interested, don't be shy. It's okay to try to get in touch with them first."

"Besides, they'll both be released in a few years. After all, they're family. You can decide for yourself."

Han Ming smiled slightly. He was very close to this person who had served him closely for many years.

"Young Master..." Yong Zeng smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"By the way, please get me the Book of Songs from the study so I can choose a good name for my son."

Han Ming began to happily fantasize about giving his son a good name and making his wife happy.

"Sir, the master and the old man said that you don't need to come up with a name for Nuoge'er. They will choose one."

Yong Zeng straightened his body and delivered the message with a serious expression.

"Huh?! Brother Nuo? Who is that?!" Han Ming looked unresponsive.

"It's the little prince! Hehehe, the old lady and the lady said that he was born on the Dragon Boat Festival, which brought joy, so his nickname was the word "Nuo" in glutinous rice!" Yong Zeng giggled.

"Well, I'm not as fast as my grandmother and mother in becoming a father. What does my wife think?" Han Ming felt hit instantly.

"Jin Rui and Ju Cao passed on the message that Madam Yu was very satisfied and thought the nickname Nuo Ge'er was very cute." Yong Zeng replied truthfully.

Han Ming scratched his head, picked up the tea bowl and drank the tea in silence. After a while, he sighed: "No, my grandmother and others took the nickname first, and if I give up the real name, how will my son look at me in the future?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Ming walked out of the lounge and went to find his grandfather and father to fight for his rights as a father.

As expected, Han Zhang and Han Shipu worked together to kick Han Ming, the father, out of the house and took over the power to name their great-grandson and grandson.

Han Ming felt hurt when he saw the father and son chatting happily in their grandfather's study and constantly taking out various ancient books to think of names.

I could only sit quietly at the door of the study, gazing into the sky and sighing constantly.

"Son, don't blame your father! I really can't do anything about it..."