"What's wrong?" Song Fusheng hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the door of the big house and asked.

In the big house, Qian Peiying first patted her daughter on the back before replying: "It's okay, go back and wash yours." ”

"Then how can it be okay, how can she shout if it's okay? It's a fall, it's something. ”

"There's something wrong with your daughter, I said it's okay, it's okay, go back quickly."

Song Fusheng went back, and then rubbed Mi Shou, and his movements were obviously faster than just now.

He guessed that his daughter had provoked her mother again, and he estimated that he would be scolded, so he had to hurry up and go back to the rescue.

In the big house.

Qian Peiying was angry, she laughed angrily, staring at Song Fuling's little face, crying and laughing.

What's going on, the girl was washed endlessly before.

I've washed my hair three times, and I'm going to wash it again.

If you keep clinging to her, when will you have to wash it, everyone else has finished bathing in that house, and their hair in this house has not been washed yet, and the night has passed after bathing.

Qian Peiying thought about her urging it, so she said casually, "It's useless for you to wash it, lice can't be washed once or twice, it's a small worm that sucks blood from the scalp." We don't have insecticides, and it's useless for you to wash them a hundred times, so it's not a matter of urgency. ”

These words can be regarded as causing trouble.

Song Poria really didn't wash it for the fourth time and wrapped her hair in a towel, but she took out the pencil like a nervous disorder.

Song Poria has a pencil, and she doesn't always draw pictures these days, so she always carries it with her.

The top of the pencil looks like an ornament, and there is a round magnifying glass the size of a finger.

Song Fuling heard Qian Peiying say that the insect sucks human blood in the scalp and overlords it, and suddenly wants to see what it looks like.

She didn't know why she had to look at it.

Therefore, Song Fuling suddenly took the pen, and while Qian Peiying was not paying attention, she pressed Qian Peiying, who had been busy until now, on the kang, and the magnifying glass was right.

At that time, when Qian Peiying was pressed down on the kang, she hadn't reacted yet.

I thought: What is this girl doing?

At that time, Song Ling, after seeing her mother's scalp, her first reaction was:

“……”

Second reaction: "Ahh ”

When Qian Peiying heard the exclamation and looked at her daughter again, she found that the goosebumps on her daughter's body were densely packed.

It got up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and you could see the cold hairs standing up.

She even noticed that her daughter's neck and face had small bumps.

Qian Peiying looked at the pencil in her daughter's hand again, the magnifying glass on the top of the pencil, combined with her daughter's scalp to look at it, she could guess without asking.

Do you think there is something wrong with this child, whether he owes it or not, what do you do with lice, and what does it do?

So Song Fusheng asked, Qian Peiying replied that there was something wrong with your daughter.

Looking back at her daughter, she was still angry and helpless.

At this time, Song Fuling, after looking at that glance with a magnifying glass, the whole person is not good, it is really ten thousand years at a glance, and it can be remembered for a lifetime at a glance. Mom's hair is all over, I can't wait for two in one hair, so in her hair?

Song Lingka began to scratch her scalp.

Qian Peiying stepped forward to stop and grabbed her daughter's hand, afraid of scratching her scalp.

"Mother, you said that after I scratched it, would I have this finger in the cover?"

"Oops! Gotta get it, you forgot about it for me. Qian Peiying's goosebumps also rose.

It's really distressing to see my daughter like that, I'm afraid that my daughter won't be able to eat tomorrow, but I'm angry again.

Who did you say she was asked to see, why do you like to explore everything, child? No child owes so much.

There are some things, just like people's hearts, you can't see too thoroughly, it's hard to be confused, you see too thoroughly, isn't this disgusting yourself.

"It's okay, don't think about it, huh? It's gone in ten days and eight days, my mother promises, I don't believe you'll use a magnifying glass to see it when the time comes. Forget about those things. ”

"Mother, but I have a dense phobia, after I read it, just?"

"You deserve it, you asked for it, you can't say it, don't take me too," Qian Peiying scolded.

After thinking about it, I persuaded myself that this was a kiss, she gave birth, and suggested: "Or, I'll cut it for you?" After speaking, Qian Peiying herself nodded: "Cutting can be done in one hundred, the fastest speed, and when I turn around, I will shave Mi Shou into a bald scoop." ”

Song Lingmu shook her head with a face:

"Mother, you can't cut it, and you can't cut it for Mi Shou.

I used to watch costume dramas, and I was curious about how they got a haircut, and I specially checked the ancient books, and I remember that it was written in the book that in ancient times, the body and skin were paid attention to, and the parents were subjected to it.

If the parents in the family died, the ancient high-ranking officials had to go back to their hometown for three years to abide by the system, and the system was clearly not understood? One of them is that you can't get a haircut for three years. ”

Qian Peiying heard it for the first time: "Three years? Does that beard count as hair? That's like your father, the beard grows fast, and if you ignore it for three years, you have to have no face. ”

"It's three years. Because the ancients said that after death, there will be no reincarnation within three years.

If a child gets a haircut in the sun, the deceased parent will suffer the pain of peeling in the underworld.

There is also a saying called three years of mourning, which means that after a person is born, after the baby is born, it needs to stay in the mother's arms for three years, and it needs to be taken care of by the parents for three years.

Therefore, the ancients believed that after the death of their parents, the children should also pay for the funeral for three years, and report the careful care of the children by the parents at the time of birth. ”

While the two were talking, Song Fusheng, who had been washed in a hurry, came back with a fragrant rice shou wrapped in a quilt.

The two men are quite particular, so they first asked if they could get in.

Song Fusheng put Mi Shou on the kang, Mi Shou came out of the quilt, and his small body was wearing Song Fuling's white cotton T-shirt in modern times.

The little baby also hurriedly tugged at the "skirt corner" with her little hands, because the bird came out of the quilt.

Leaned over to Song Fuling's side, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Song Fuling looked back, and her eyes fell directly on Mi Shou's hair.

When Song Fusheng heard what was going on, he laughed.

After laughing, he put on a padded jacket and went out.

Qian Peiying thought that Song Fusheng was going to fill the firewood at the chili base.

In winter, the greenhouse is like this, it is inseparable from people, it is necessary to keep the fire burning, and the house must be kept warm all the time, otherwise the seedlings will freeze to death. I'm worried about it, and I can't wait to move to that house.

She also took advantage of this effort to quickly wash her hair. After a busy night, she was busy with her daughter.

Unexpectedly, Song Fusheng went out and shook around and got back the "medicine".

The four of them sat on the kang.

Mi Shou sat at the front, behind him was Poria Cocos, behind Poria was Mom, and behind Mom was Dad.

Just look, the four people are wrapping the hair of the person in front.

The scalp and hair are smeared layer by layer with "medicine", and after application, they are wrapped in a hot cloth.

Qian Peiying sniffed, why do I think this is oil.

After wiping it all, Song Fusheng admitted, yes, it's oil. Kerosene and sesame oil are mixed.

"What?" Qian Peiying's eyes widened, and then she hurriedly told the two children not to touch the fire, not to help add to the fire, don't make a mistake, the two of you will spontaneously combust again.

Song Fusheng told his mother that this was the elegance of their readers, and the secret recipe of their reading circle. Once a night, three times in a row, wrapped in this way, then rubbed with diluted vinegar to wipe the hair, and every day when I was free, I combed my hair with a grate, and after a few days it was gone.

That Song Fuling also had obstacles in her heart, lying on her own kang, she would have been happy tonight, sleeping comfortably on the hot kang, she also resented how she couldn't find herself, and her eyes were full of insects.

Across the wall of fire, Song Fuling rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and shouted to Qian Peiying: "Mother, let's dismantle the futon, and I'll help you iron the futon." ”