Mrs. Jiang almost wrapped Jiang Zhimian into a meat dumpling.

finally found a gap to show his head, Jiang Zhimian was full of helplessness, "Milk, I'm still wearing a robe, isn't it getting wetter and wetter the more I wrap it?" ”

"Ah, take it off then." Old Lady Jiang hurriedly said.

When he opened the thick cotton cloth and wanted to take off Jiang Zhimian's clothes, he looked nervously at Chi Mohan who was not far away.

"Let's go back to the house and take it off."

It's summer now, everyone is dressed lightly, and when the rain gets wet, they cling to their bodies, and their good bodies are visible at a glance.

Can this make Chi Mohan look at it?

Of course not!

Hurry up and bring the baby back to the house.

Jiang Zhimian didn't know the psychological activity of milk-milk at the moment, and only thought that he went back to the house to change into dry clothes, so he agreed.

just didn't forget to turn his head and tell Chi Mohan, "You also hurry home and change your clothes, it's best to take a hot bath and drink some ginger soup to avoid catching a cold." ”

"Little Ancestor, you better care about yourself first." Old Mrs. Jiang was even more anxious.

Mrs. Jiang was busy for a while, wiping her hair and feeding ginger soup.

Seeing Jiang Zhimian's cheeks dyed flushed on the bed, he was relieved.

"My heart, it's raining so hard, what are you doing with Chi Mohan?" Old Madam Jiang asked.

"Wandering around looking for inspiration." Jiang Zhimian replied.

Suddenly remembering the red flowers he had picked, he got up from the bed barefoot and picked up the handkerchief on the table to check it.

Fortunately, with the double protection of handkerchiefs and clothes, the safflower was not drenched much, and the only water droplets were lined with more and more delicate safflower.

"Oh my God, go to bed and lie down, if you catch a cold, how will you let your milk live?" Old Madam Jiang hurriedly chased after her and shouted.

"It's okay, milk, you can help me find our family's stone mortar, I'm useful." Jiang Zhimian said.

"Then you go back to bed and lie down, and the milk will be fetched." Old Mrs. Jiang asked.

Lying back on the bed obediently, Mrs. Jiang went to get the stone mortar.

But Jiang Zhimian was not allowed to do it, she came to do it for her.

After the safflower is pounded into a flower sauce, a small amount of sea buckthorn extract and a large amount of distilled water are added, and stirred well.

Finally, it is filtered through fine gauze to obtain a safflower dye without impurities.

Jiang Zhimian put the cut mask gauze into it, each one fully absorbed the dye, and then took it out and hung it on the shelf to dry.

"Dry it for a day, and after the water dries naturally, we wash it with water, wash off the excess dye that has not been absorbed, and then air dry it, and then you can make mask paper." Jiang Zhimian calculated.

When the old lady Jiang next to her heard this, she immediately burst into tears.

She regretted it very much.

It's all her fault, if she didn't say that the mask made by Mianmian was too white and scary, Mianmian wouldn't have gone out to find any saffron, and it was raining.

This time I'm glad it's okay.

But what if something happens?

I don't know how much virtue the ancestors of the Jiang family have accumulated in exchange for the reincarnation of this little fairy.

But she ......

Jiang Zhimian could only helplessly hold Mrs. Jiang into her arms, "Milk, think about it from a different angle, if you don't give me advice, I may have made a batch of that white mask out, but it can't be sold, and the cost loss is a trivial matter, and the hard work of the villagers is in vain.

Moreover, if you have blessed everyone, it is equivalent to accumulating merit for me, milk, have you forgotten what I said before? What I lack most now is merit. ”

Mrs. Jiang raised her head at this time, still a little unsure.

"That'...... Am I helping? ”