Song Fusheng is struggling with the problem of going to the toilet, and Song Fuling's side will only be worse.

First of all, squatting in the open mountains, as soon as I look up at the blue sky and white clouds, there are small insects buzzing around, no longer sitting in the bathroom with a mobile phone brush, it is no longer a problem to sit for as long as I sit, Song Poria is a little dry.

I was in a hurry, I wanted to hurry up, but I had to listen to my mother's reading, and the more my mother chattered, the more she couldn't do it.

"From now on, you can't go to the tuba anymore like at home, tearing nine pieces of paper at a time.

Girl, don't you know, there are a total of four bags of Jierou in our storeroom, which add up to not many rolls, and there are only two three-pack paper drawers, plus the living room dining table and your room have been opened.

You do the math, that's all. Ah, by the way, plus your cotton face towel, and two boxes in the bathroom.

This is the inventory of our whole family, and without your father, he can't change it. ”

Song Lingling bowed her head and asked, "How many paragraphs did you use that time?" ”

Qian Peiying unfolded her robe to block her daughter, while looking at the top of her daughter's head and said, "Trumpet, you try to control it, if you don't control it, you can do it for one paragraph, and the big four sections." ”

"What? Give so little, your fingers have to be exposed. ”

"You don't want to clean things, that's all, you can't use it every day, all at once, see?"

Qian Peiying pulled out a velvet sock out of nowhere:

"Your own socks, don't dislike them, you and I have one, it's soft, like you should use it now. If there is a blister nearby, you can wipe it, wash it with your hands after wiping, dry it and use it again next time.

Today is the first meal, so I will let you use paper and get used to it first.

But the paper thing, girl, Mom reminds you that you have to keep it near and have no water to use it, and in addition, you can only use it if no one around you sees it.

Your father said, in ancient times, wipe your butt with paper, that's not good, especially our modern paper, paper can't wait to be better than their writing paper, so that the ancient people here can see it, they have to poke our backbones behind us, scold us to death, paper is expensive, precious and precious. ”

Song Fuling raised her head to discuss: "Mom, I'm not hypocritical, but socks are really bad, so I can't use a towel?" ”

Qian Peiying categorically refused:

"No, we have fewer towels than paper, just a few, if we are unfortunate enough to stay here for the rest of our lives, what will you use in the future."

I've thought about it, and when it stabilizes, in our space, your father's previous foot towel must be washed well, and let him wipe his face and use it, at least better than their tattered cotton cloth.

Besides, you bought all our towels, don't you know how much area you bought?

It's such a big piece, I really made your dad conjure, how much soap do you have to use every time you wipe your butt? The socks are good, the palms are big, the velvet is soft and loves to dry. ”

"Then get me a piece of soap, I'll take it with me, otherwise it will stink, and it will smell after washing."

Song Fuling didn't finish speaking, Qian Peiying waved her hand again:

"No, you just use the soap in this ancient family, there are two pieces in the baggage, one for the man's side, one for the two of us, I think it's very good, a bit like your grandfather used to wash clothes in the past.

Our soap, you should still be able to waste your hands like before? You have to keep washing your face.

Think about it, girl, it's not your mother who picks the door, or that sentence, when you run out of facial cleanser, what will you use? Can the soap made in ancient times be good for us?

I'm glad now, thanks to the time of the Chinese New Year, I bought a lot of activities in major supermarkets, and I saved a lot of toothpaste for big and small gifts, all of which are baking soda, which is much better than your Japanese and Korean toothpaste and tooth powder.

And Jingdong engaged in activities, I made up the full reduction, bought a large box of laundry detergent, a box of laundry pods, and a toothbrush that bought 9 get three free.

Look, I'm smart, you used to say that I like to take advantage, so when it comes to critical moments, you are not as good as me, and the people who live their lives have to prepare something.

Like your electric toothbrush, it sells so expensive, and there are more than a dozen ordinary ones at the top, let me ask you, how many times can you use this? Where can I recharge? ”

Song Fuling was discouraged when she heard this, just to give nothing.

Qian Peiying didn't seem to see her daughter's troubles: "I'm worried now, let's pay attention to hygiene ourselves and won't get dysentery, what are those people in my hometown, eat in the same pot with them, they don't brush their teeth all year round, oops." Again, those children won't have lice or anything on their heads, ancient women didn't cut their hair, and they dragged it down and wanted to grow to the surface of their feet, and then infect the two of us. ”

"Mom, don't say it, I have goosebumps, and I really convince you, either you don't face the reality and scream, or once you face the reality, the analysis is fine."

"So, it's good to live, there will be more difficulties in the future, don't twitch your face, you can't finish pulling, hurry up, I'll follow you."

Song Fuling: "......"

The big guy returned to the mule cart, and Song Fusheng found that his daughter was a little wilted: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's fine."

Song Fusheng didn't bother to ask again, because there was the sound of carriages in front and behind, especially in front, squinting at the past, it seemed that several families were hurrying.

The old cow waved his whip and said:

"Uncle, you see, let's just go into the town and take the path, it's really hard to guess what is going on in the town now.

And thanks to Sizhuang's cleverness, we know that buying a mule cart to deliver a letter to us is fast, and we know it's not too late.

You look at the people in front of you, most of them are carriages, which means that they also know the news in advance like us, those families should have some skills, and it is estimated that the worst is that the family has an errand at the post station, and I heard the letter in advance.

And behind us, there will definitely not be eight out of ten families behind us, but if you look at the back, there should be no cars and horses, all of them are poor people who walk on their legs and those who run slowly, alas! ”

"Yes," Song Fusheng looked at the sky and the sun, it should be around five o'clock in the afternoon, and it would be good to arrive at eight o'clock in the evening.

He said with a heavy heart: "Let's also rush forward, we can't rest after that, now there are a few families rushing around here, there is no shortage of food and drink, there is no danger, no one should provoke anyone, once they are left behind, and then let the poor people who fled empty-handed catch up, it will be difficult to say, and then rest." ”

But can you really rest when you arrive?

Song Fusheng knew in his heart that his wife and daughter could take a nap in the car, and the mule could also lie down and drink water, but he couldn't rest.

Not only did he have to organize his relatives to flee in an orderly manner, but he also had to move forward with a few brothers with a load, giving up the place in the car to Lao Tzu Niang and his nephews and nieces.

Alas, thinking about tomorrow, their eyes are dark, and if he doesn't have a wife and daughter to accompany him, he doesn't want to live.

Thinking of this, he looked back at his daughter, and wanted to see the child raise his courage, but he almost choked on the breath he mentioned: "What's wrong with your eyelids?" ”

Song Poria's right eyelid was bitten by a mosquito, and only one slit was left, looking at Song Fusheng without tears, he really wanted to cry to his father, it was too difficult, it was too bumpy to live, and he overcame the hurdle of going to the toilet without paper to wipe his buttocks, and there was a hurdle of being attacked by mosquitoes.

I held back, held it for a few seconds, didn't say anything, and unnaturally rubbed the mosquito bag on my butt with the car board, and went to the toilet, and was bitten seven or eight bags up and down.