Chapter 3O8: The Failed Traveler (60 plus more)

Xia Mo was really anxious at home. What's going on during the day, you can know everything if you call a long-term follower, Xia Mo is so angry that she wants to bring the eighth child back and scold her now, is this person's brain a decoration? Thirteen Gege got married, he lost his temper and left, how much should Thirteen Gege have in his heart? It's really not authentic. couldn't find the eighth child, so he directly took out the dim sum brother who was about to sleep and asked him to go to the Buddhist hall to kneel.

Wowo's eyes were filled with tears again, how he missed his bed. But there is no way, he will also memorize the family rules, and the family can intercede is not there, the days are really unbearable, Wowo is thinking about going to live with the tenth aunt for a few days, although Bubu loves to bully himself, but sometimes he also lets himself be bullied.

Baozi immediately stood up and commented, 'Why? How well-behaved I am today, I still remember to buy a gift for Xiao Shuang'er, and I didn't go to the counteroffer, and I haven't spent money indiscriminately (Ama said, Uncle Jiu's, it's a good flower. He couldn't have found a better day than today. ’

"What has happened to you at Aunt Thirteen's house? Can you, Amma, not take you out? Xia Mohu yelled at the late lady's face.

"We're making a fuss?" The buns are a little dazed, the same as usual, no one said that they made a fuss. Asked the dumplings sideways.

"It's okay, and there are no chickens and dogs." Danzi thought about it seriously and concluded.

Baozi immediately straightened up again, and straightened his chest to Xia Mo, indicating, "See, the dumplings all said that we didn't make a fuss." ’

"Does your thirteenth aunt have chickens or dogs?" Xia Mo is really going crazy, look at the adjective that Tuanzi is looking for. Is this an adjective? He must be using it as a noun.

Baozi pouted at the dumplings again, meaningful, 'Up! ’

Tuanzi really raised his head and thought about it, "Eniang, my sons really didn't make trouble today, riding horses and fighting in the garden of Aunt Thirteen's house." Bubu carried a nest, and my brother carried me, facing the fourth uncle and the brothers of the seventh uncle's family, looking for flat land, far away from the house. ”

Xia Mo really wanted to believe in Tuanzi, but he didn't believe that Lao Thirteen would stir up trouble if he had nothing to do, especially at the moment of Thirteen Gege's wedding, Lao Thirteen would not joke about his sister's happiness if he didn't like him. However, she didn't want the children to feel that they were punishing them for no reason, so she decided to endure it and ask about the inner courtyard tomorrow.

"Make a note first, Ming'er, I'll ask you Tenth Aunt, if it's wrong. You have to be punished. Xia Mo waved his hand to let them go down, and he was annoyed in his heart, he was a **, why did he want to punish his son and let them be convinced, and then he said it, he had no face!

"Master, do you want to let the little guy come in and ask questions?" The waiter also wanted to know what was going on, and now she was alive by watching the jokes of the little masters, and it was so interesting.

It's not that Xia Mo forgot to ask the people who followed, they were all little masters, and there were a bunch of waiters around them, how could anyone not know, but Xia Mo didn't bother to embarrass them. Tell yourself, what will they think about the buns? I feel that I don't believe them, and besides, they are so old, they should also learn to manage people, and ask themselves, how do they use people, how do they manage people? It also makes the subordinates confused, who are they loyal to?

The dim sum brothers went back, and Xiao Tang sent the ointment for the evening hot compress, while helping Xia Mo rub it on his belly. While nagging, "You too, don't you know what the little masters are, the big night, scare them in a hurry, what should you do if you are frightened at night?" ”

Manchurian old reason, children should not be frightened before going to bed, they will not return to their souls, and they will sleep at night.

Xia Mo squinted at Xiao Tang's family, after so many years, she still doesn't know what kind of character Baozi has? Is he the one who would be frightened? As long as the bun is not frightened, the dumplings and wowo will generally feel that they have nothing to do with themselves, the eldest brother has not been punished, and the board will not come to him.

Xiao Tang also smiled and shook his head, "You, you are the mother of these children, how can you not grow up, and the eighth master is too accustomed to you." ”

Xia Mo was a little strange, how did she talk about this, but she didn't want to talk, she smelled the medicine, it was a little different from yesterday, "Have you changed the prescription today?" ”

"Well, didn't the imperial doctor tell you, you are still in confinement, and you have added some medicine to drive away wind and dampness, just to warm your stomach." Xiao Tang said busily

Xia Mo remembered that the imperial physician had said it in the afternoon, anyway, in the eyes of the old female doctor. The people who are busy losing their stomachs in the confinement are those side Fujin and the Gege of the palace, so it seems that it is not unreasonable for the eighth master to favor Bafujin, and people pay more attention to maintenance. Come to think of it, but he also has medical ethics, so naturally he will not indiscriminately drug Xia Mo to reduce his stomach, he must kill two birds with one stone, and take the body as the foundation, and reduce the stomach as the end.

"The eighth master hasn't come back yet?" Xia Mo looked out the window, and then looked at the black ointment on his stomach, thinking that if the eighth child came back and saw it, it would be disgusting, so he hurriedly ordered, "Go and lock the door, don't let ......"

"I've come in, what's the big deal?" The eighth child came in with his daughter, who was already asleep, and when he saw Xia Mo's belly of black ointment, he laughed, handed over his daughter to the painting with a snicker, and sat down by Xia Mo's bed.

"What is this?"

"Ointment!" Xia Mo now wants to find a hole in the ground.

"Nonsense, of course I know it's ointment, ask what you're for?" The eighth child gave her a blank look. Look at Xiao Tang's, Xiao Tang's tastefully covered Xia Mo's stomach with oiled paper, and then withdrew.

The clerk followed behind and brought them to the door thoughtfully. hated Xia Mo to death, what did they do when the door was closed, and now like this, what can they do to close the door?

"What is this for? It's all over the belly. The door closed, and the eighth child's voice became softer. Now although he looks down on Xia Mo's belly, he also understands that his belly seems to be a little loose, and Xia Mo is afraid of this if he doesn't let him see it.

"My stomach is wrinkled. Ugly to death. "Xia Mo is called a grievance, now all the eighth sees is a wrinkled belly, which is the result of the cooperation between Xia Mo and the imperial doctor.

Of course, this is also because, now in confinement, you can't do strenuous exercise, you can only passively use drugs and acupuncture to help improve, and you can't run or do push-ups like Xia Mo thinks when you are in confinement, which is absolutely not allowed in the category of traditional Chinese medicine. At least after a hundred days, the air pockets around Xia Mo's body are closed, and he won't be able to open his breath. Anyway, Xia Mo felt like a god, and it didn't sound like a doctor anymore, but like a god.

However, Xia Mo also gave birth to a child in a previous life, and knew that Western medicine did not support strenuous exercise within 100 days after giving birth, but they recommended doing some aerobic exercise to gradually restore the physical strength of the mother.

So now for Xia Mo, the effect is too slow. But she also knew that the doctor was reasonable, and she could only accept her fate, so Xia Mo used her not very developed brain to think about a question, is she a failed traverser?

She is familiar with the crossing, and the Wangba Qi of the main station, she thinks that she still forgets it, and she can't learn it. But the heroine's graceful and self-improvement can always be learned, right? As a result, I summed it up, and I really didn't use it at all except telling stories to my son.

For example, in her last life, after giving birth, she lost a lot of weight without exercise, because she had to breastfeed herself, and she also got up in the middle of the night to change the baby's diaper and make milk powder in front of her husband. My husband thought. He was tired enough to watch the child during the day, so naturally he had to do more, so the two of them worked together.

Thinking about it, she is really blessed in this life, although she has done more than the average indigenous Qing court lady, but compared to a modern woman who can afford to hire a nanny, she is also much more comfortable. But when I think about it, I am very tired and sweet.

Sometimes she also thinks that she is also a traverser, she can't come back in vain, she can always do something! But the problem is that when it really comes to me, I know that I really can't do anything. Because as a Qing palace lady, she is so comfortable that she doesn't know what she can "invent" to improve her life.

Basic necessities of life. Many heroines in the crossing like to make down jackets and duvets, but the problem is that the Qing Palace does not use cotton, but fur and silk cotton. There is a fur mattress underneath, and only a layer of soft silk cotton quilt is used on top, and the silk cotton tire is covered with thick light satin......

Not to mention clothes, all kinds of fur can not be used up, light, soft, waterproof, breathable, go out to take a car, sit in a sedan car, the car, the sedan chair are equipped with a fixed heater, get off the car into the house, the house is also baked out of breath, the leather is held in the hands of the close-fitting girl, go out of the sedan car before wearing it, block the cold.

Let's not talk about food, don't say that the Qing people pay attention to eating has risen to the level of culture, if you don't understand, look at the "Suiyuan Food List", people have hundreds of ways to eat tofu alone, and you can die of hunger when you look at it. So using cooking skills to show people, and wanting to please people, can basically only be regarded as a dream talk. It's not that cooking skills are not important, the lady always has to be able to do a few things by herself, but compared with the imperial chef who has been honed for countless years, it is more of a heart, and the worse is not the realm.

Needless to say, there are a number of houses with different purposes, such as a warm pavilion in winter and a summer house...... Don't say that there is no air conditioning, how dry the air conditioner is, it is more comfortable than living by the water in summer, using natural shade and water vapor to adjust the temperature? The ice cubes are all falling, and you can't go out on vacation, which is not expensive enough!

Okay, not to mention, these people who can't even wait to be fed by food, two legs are also one of the ornaments, and the biggest use is to kneel people.

Cultural knowledge, Xia Mo felt that she was fortunate to be reincarnated and could learn from scratch, basically she was semi-literate.

Needlework, even buttons in the previous life were forced to learn after giving birth.

It wasn't until her menarche hit that she thought she finally had a place to use it, and she could learn to make sanitary napkins through her sisters. But before she started, Xiao Tang's and they surrounded her, and she knew that it was a very happy thing to be a woman in the Qing Palace, and it was also special, and Xia Mo didn't know what was wrapped in the absorbent soft cotton cloth, but it was full of medicinal fragrance, and she would definitely not let her reuse it.

Xia Mo was unwilling, she still wanted to try it herself, maybe she was stupid, and she couldn't think of a way to disinfect it. If you can't disinfect it, everything will be in vain. So Xia Mo accepted her fate, she was a failed traverser, and she honestly counted as a rice worm in the Qing Dynasty.