Ji Xiaosong was a woman of action. If she said she would give Chu Yuzhe younger brothers and sisters, she would do it.
Four at a time—first the boys, and then girls in the next pregnancy.
That way, the older brothers could look out for their little sisters, and no one would dare bully them.
Five months later, Ji Xiaosong's pregnancy had stabilized.
Chu Yuzhe came to see Ji Xiaosong every day, though his main purpose was to see his little brothers and sisters.
"Mother, are they little brothers or little sisters?"
"Brothers."
"Will they be very smart?"
"Not necessarily. That's up to luck."
Ji Xiaosong was right. What kind of children you had was a complete gamble, a matter of luck with no skill involved.
While you could weed out most of the undesirable possibilities by carefully selecting the parents, there was no guarantee how they would turn out, even if raised in the exact same environment.
