The dust and sweat stains on the march will quickly combine on the skin to become a yellow or black solid substance, and then under the action of new sweat stains and new dust, spread to all corners of the bare skin, forming an inexplicable object like an exoskeleton, which will continue to thicken again before being cleaned up, and finally become a whole piece of sticky gel with strong adhesion, adding an extra layer of protection to the skin.

It's like mud armor on a wild boar.

Of course, the dirt on Fei Qian's body is not as exaggerated as that of a wild boar, but it is not a lot, and sitting in the huge bathtub, it can be clearly seen that there is an unknown layer of floating objects on the water......

This is already the second bucket of water.

In the Han Dynasty, the issue of personal hygiene has been elevated to the national level, and in order to ensure the dignity of officials, the Han law even stipulates that every five days, officials are given a day to rest.

Of course, although it is said to be "bath", it definitely does not refer to washing hair, but also includes the concepts of "washing", "bathing", and "bathing". But washing hair is the most important thing, Zhou Gong once "one bath and three grips hair", because the ancients had long hair, so if you don't wash your hair for a long time, there will not only be dandruff, but also all kinds of parasites, so for the Han Dynasty, washing hair is a cumbersome project.

The first bucket of water had already been carried out and poured. The first bucket of water is rice washing water, called pan soup, mainly to remove those thicker dirt on the surface of the body, as well as to repel insects.

Just like Feiqian's second bucket of water, called Baitang, the water is nothing special, that is, ordinary water, but there are soaphorns and melons, mainly for cleaning some stubborn stains.

And next to my own wooden barrel, there is a third wooden barrel, called flower soup, of course, as the name suggests, there are all kinds of petals in the water......

This is the standard of bathing of the scholars.

Of course, you also need to count the maids who carry hot water buckets and are ready to add them at all times. But now, in the room, blushing, but helping extremely seriously, it is Huang Yueying and Xiao Modou.

Huang Yueying felt that her head was buzzing, and the blood seemed to be rushing to the top of her head, and even some of her dark complexion could clearly see the delicate red that was so thick that she couldn't dissolve.

Fei Qian's original meaning was that he could do it himself, but Huang Yueying was extremely persistent, with an expression of crying on the spot if she refused......

But now, I always hold a melon in a place on my back, this ......

"Yueying, this ...... It's better to do it for myself......" Fei Qian took the melon silk from Huang Yueying, who had a somewhat confused look, and then rubbed it and the skin would break.

For the naked body, Fei Qian doesn't have any special feelings now. In places like Binh Duong and Bak Qu where the facilities are not completely sound, if you want to take a bath, you have to look for the river.

Dozen, more than 20 people, bathing on the bank of the river in batches, so what privacy is there, just like the big bathhouse of later generations, the luster is all exposed, who cares about whom?

However, for Huang Yueying, the stimulating effect of this scene is too strong now.

Fei Qian was running around during this time, and it was the age of his early twenties, and the muscle group formed a strip and piece of powerful form under the high-intensity exercise, although it was not as exaggerated as the bodybuilder in later generations, but after touching, the tightness under the skin made Huang Yueying completely dizzy.

and the contrast between the skin that is tanned because of the bare skin and the skin color of the body parts, will make Huang Yueying take a look, and her little heart will beat several times, but then she can't help but secretly shift her gaze again, and her eyes slowly slip down......

As for the ink bucket, this girl is two years younger than Huang Yueying, with wide eyes, paying attention to the hot water on the side, and then turning her head to look at Fei Qian, and then at Huang Yueying, who is blushing, as if she understands or not.

Fei dived three times and twice, cleared his body with melon silk, and then turned his head and said, "I'm going to get up......"

"......" Huang Yueying was holding her face with her hands, and when she saw Fei Qian turn her head, she hurriedly put her hands down, but she didn't know where to put her hands, and her eyes were wide for a while, looking a little helpless.

"I said, I'm getting up......" Fei Qian repeated helplessly.

"Oh...... Oh! Oh! Huang Yueying hurriedly turned around.

Fortunately, it turned around a little sharper than the last time Fei Qian changed the bath barrel, at least it didn't almost knock himself to the ground......

But you're an ink fountain, cover your eyes, cover your eyes, your fingers are so open, what do you want to do?

Fei Qian stood up, grabbed the coarse arrowroot cloth on the side, put it around his waist, and then took two steps, and sat down in the third bathtub.

Huang Yueying heard the sound of water, and when she turned around, she only saw that Fei Qian had completely sunk herself into the third bucket, and there were flower petals and hair floating on the water, and nothing could be seen......

Huang Yueying saw the forked fingers of the ink fountain on the side, so she moved two steps, leaned next to the ink fountain, bit the ink fountain's ear, and said, "...... See...... To what...... No? ”

Xiao Modou put down his hand, turned his head and bit Huang Yueying's ear: "...... It's too fast...... Black ...... Didn't see anything...... Oh! Little lady, your ears are so hot! ”

Huang Yueying couldn't help but feel ashamed, stretched out her finger and flicked the head of the ink fountain, doesn't this ink fountain know how to control her voice?

"Ahh Xiao Modou covered his head, tears in his eyes, "Little lady, if you play my head again, you will make me stupid......"

"Just play, it's better to play stupid......" Huang Yueying doesn't eat this set at all, she dismantles the stage every time, this stupid girl.

Xiao Modou rolled his eyes, and hurriedly pulled Huang Yueying's sleeve: "Little lady can't play my head next time, it hurts...... Why don't you play my ass the next time you want to play, it won't hurt much......"

When Fei Qian came out of the water, he saw Huang Yueying and Xiao Modou entangled on the side, shaking his head and smiling, coming out of the bathtub, pulling the fine kudzu cloth on the side, wiping it at will, and then taking the little coat and putting it on.

"Yike...... Fei Langjun washed ......" Xiao Modou turned his head and saw that Fei Qian had already come out of the bath barrel, instantly dropped Huang Yueying's sleeves, ran over with a town of relief, took a dry cloth from the side, turned to Fei Qian, and wiped the water on Fei Qian's hair.

In the Han Dynasty, there was no hair dryer, so after bathing, the hair could only be draped, and it was impossible to tie it immediately, so it was only possible to take a dry cloth to absorb the water first, and then wait for it to dry slowly and naturally, and then use a comb to straighten it out, and finally it could be coiled up, braided into a bun or with a crown.

Huang Yueying also wanted to go behind Fei Qian to help, but she was held by Fei Qian's hand, and suddenly stood a little stiff in front of Fei Qian like a goose, and she didn't know how to put her hands and feet.

Fei Qian rubbed Huang Yueying's hand, touched the delicate skin on the back of his hand and the slightly rough cocoon on his fingertips in contrast, and couldn't help asking, "Ah, have you done anything again recently......

Huang Yueying nodded, suddenly thinking of something, and said excitedly: "By the way, Lang Jun, wait for me, I'll go get something and come over......"

After speaking, he shook off Fei Qian's hand and ran away.

Ran away......