Chapter 43: Wash it all away!
Mrs. Wu pulled him away and pulled out her granddaughter with a wrinkled face: "You know your sister doesn't like others to touch her, but you still mess with her? The shoes are made according to your size. Your eldest brother and second brother are older.
Can’t put it on!”
"It's not cold in the room, I'll put it on when I go up the mountain tomorrow!" Wu Mao looked at his fair and beautiful sister with greedy eyes, wanting to hug her, thinking
ua!
"Sister-in-law, are you up?" Jiang's voice came from the yard.
Mrs. Wu frowned and said with a pout, "Why are we here again? It's still snowing, and I don't know how to take a day off!"
Mrs. Jiang entered the door, hugged Fuya and walked out: "Let's go to Gan Nai's house! Let's wash up!"
The Jiang family's house looked no different from the better-off houses in the village on the outside, but it was very different on the inside. The winter in the north was long and cold, and they were worried that they would not be able to adapt to it when they fled here, so they quietly asked someone to build fire walls in several houses.
There is a fire tunnel under the ground. Don't worry, it is not worth the money spent. The wind is biting outside, but the house is warm as spring.
Song Ziran loves to be clean and can't stand the bad habit of ancient people not taking a bath for more than ten days or even months. When the weather is hot, they will wash every day. When the weather is cold, they have to wash every two days.
Originally, Mrs. Wu was worried that she would lose her vitality if she washed too frequently. After consulting Mrs. Jiang, she realized that there were so many benefits to bathing frequently. When her granddaughter was washing, she would also wash herself. At the same time, she asked Old Man Song to do the same.
wash!
Mrs. Wu counted the time, but it was time for her granddaughter to take a bath again! She packed a few clean clothes from the cabinet, followed Jiang out, and kept saying: "Slow down! There is snow on the ground.
Don't fall!"
Mrs. Jiang wrapped the little baby in her arms tightly with a quilt, looked back at Mrs. Wu, and said with a smile: "Are you worried that I will drop your granddaughter? Don't worry, Fuya is also my granddaughter, and she is still mine.
As the heir to the mantle, I won’t even throw her away if she does!”
"Don't drop it, wouldn't it be better?" Mrs. Wu followed her, touched her granddaughter's outstretched hand, and stuffed it back again.
There were only a few houses between the Jiang family and the Song family. It was freezing cold, and the villagers were all sleeping indoors. The whole village was silent, and the only sound they could hear was the "creak" of their steps on the snow.
Song Ziran moved her little head and exposed her eyes from the quilt.
Ah! What a heavy snow! It had only been half a day before there was already a thick layer on the ground. She looked outside the village and couldn't help but think of a poem by a great man: "The scenery of the North is covered in thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow."
..." When she memorized this poem in school, she couldn't understand what it meant, "Silver snakes dance in the mountains, wax figures ride in the mountains." Looking at the silver-covered Okura Mountain, she understood it instantly.
"You little thing, what are you looking at so quietly? Be careful of freezing!" Mrs. Wu pulled the quilt and covered her tightly again.
The blackness in front of me is not black, it is the heavy love of her breasts! Alas, there is a kind of cold, which is called your breasts feeling cold to you!
As soon as I entered the Jiang family's house, a wave of heat hit my face. Hot water was heated on several stoves, and the fire wall and ground dragon were all hot. There were two large baths in the separate wing rooms of the house.
bucket, and a small tub.
Mrs. Wu filled the small tub with hot water of a suitable temperature, took off her naked body, and lay down comfortably in the water.
The first time she washed herself in vain, Song Ziran felt ashamed inside, and kept brainwashing herself: She is a little milk baby, she is just a little milk baby, her breasts and her mother are both female, so just treat it as... entering a bathhouse in the north.
, took a bath...
Once it was strange, twice it became familiar. Now she has become accustomed to it and enjoys the process of taking a bath.
Seeing her holding the edge of the tub with both hands, Mrs. Jiang crossed her chubby calves with an expression of enjoyment on her face, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. She squeezed Fuya's chubby arms and said with a smile: "
You're pretty good at enjoying yourself. How about you, are you good at sucking and bathing? How's your strength?"
Song Ziran nodded and smiled at her: Great! I give you a five-star review.
Ms. Jiang has never done farm work for a day, and her hands are tender and tender, so her skin will not be rubbed raw.
Mrs. Wu was jealous and said: "Since you washed her once, this little thing is not willing to let me give her a bath. You are so heartless!"
Song Ziran quickly gave her a sweet smile: "Nai, you have been busy all day long, thank you for your hard work! Am I not helping you reduce your burden?"
Mrs. Jiang washed her hair with fragrant bath beans. After wiping the moisture from her hair, she quickly put on clean underwear and stuffed her into the quilt at the head of the kang.
Song Ziran felt a little hot and twisted her bones like a silkworm chrysalis a few times. She wanted to get out, but Jiang stopped her. She nodded Fu Ya's little nose and said, "Don't move around. The moisture on your head will be wiped off, so as not to catch the cold."
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Song Ziran lay on the bed resignedly, feeling like a salted fish being dried by the bed. There was no way, medical skills were backward in this era, and a small cold might kill her.
When Mrs. Wu was taking a bath, Mrs. Jiang took out several medicinal materials and taught Fu Ya to identify them. It didn't matter if she couldn't speak. After teaching her, she told Fu Ya the names of the medicinal materials and asked Fu Ya to point them out.
For Song Ziran, this was not difficult at all. In order not to expose her secrets, she had to be patient and play the drug recognition game with her godmother. It was so difficult for her!
"Fuya's talent can definitely be called a photographic memory. For such a young person, she can still recognize what she was taught a few days ago! If she were a boy, she could come back as the top scholar for your old Song family!"
Jiang finished today's tutorial, took a snack for Fuya, and said to Mrs. Wu with a smile.
Song Ziran:......
No, she can't! In her previous life, she studied science, and in the college entrance examination, Chinese was the worst subject among all the subjects. She hated classical Chinese. If she was asked to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, and write eight-legged essays, it would be better to kill her and give her a
happy!
Mrs. Wu was drying her wet hair on the side. She laughed when she heard this and said, "I'm so jealous of our good fortune that I wouldn't change it even if I were given the top prize!"
Fuya crawled to her breast and fed her the snacks in her hands: If you eat my snacks, you must not force her to learn classical Chinese in the future!
Jiang was jealous and said: "I'm just feeding you milk, where is my godmother?"
Song Ziran complained in her heart: Isn’t this snack from your family? Do you want to eat as much as you want? Is it delicious if you have to fight with others to eat it? Oh, old kid, old kid, you have to coax it!
She stuffed all the remaining cakes into Mrs. Jiang's mouth - is this a bad thing? No more comments?
The grandfather and grandson took a bath at Jiang's house and rubbed against the fire wall. The Jiang family even let them have a meal and did not return home until evening. Song Ziran accompanied the godmother, who played the game of "you teach me to learn" all afternoon, and she was very tired.
Before I even got home, I fell asleep in her arms!
Chapter completed!