Chapter 2 OO Monkey King

Xia Mo Yirin, yes. The little Tang couple that I trust can be from the family of the Internal Affairs Bureau, although this incident is not deeply related to the Tang family, but the coats marry each other, how can they really say that it doesn't matter? The eighth child has now clearly cut off other people's financial routes, but he really has to be careful.

"You're still too young!" Niu Hulu smiled, poked Xia Mo, patted her hand, and took people back to the courtyard where she lived.

Xia Mo sighed softly and began to think, is it worth it for the eighth child to do this? immediately shook his head again, the eighth child felt that it was worth it, and he wanted to do too much in life.

"E-niang!" A small ball rolled over quickly, with a lot of momentum, almost knocking Xia Mo to the ground. Is this a son, or a tank? Why does he have to be so dramatic every time he appears?

"Baby, can't you honestly stand in front of Eniang and give a good salute?" Xia Mo is very depressed, looking at other people's sons these days, and then looking at their own, it is really better to die than others. Compare and throw away!

But he is such a son, forget it, he was distressed when he gave birth, so he still held his bun face, kissed it hard, shook his head and asked.

"Oh, greetings to E-niang! Eniang, let's go back, the little baby is going to take a bath. Xiao Baozi retreated, saluted first, and pounced again, hugging Xia Mo's legs. The meaning is clear, hug.

The nurse was about to step forward, but Xia Mo waved her hand away, bent over herself, and crossed her hands. Xiao Baozi hugged Xia Mo's neck, sat on Xia Mo's palm, and clamped his calf on Xia Mo's waist, Xia Mo straightened his waist, and the mother and son could talk face to face.

"Where's your eighteenth uncle?" Mother and son walked slowly, they liked to chat like this.

"Oh, Uncle Eighteen has returned to Mrs. Gui. Uncle Eighteen said that he was going to be locked up, and he asked the little baby to save him! Eniang, let's not let Uncle Eighteen be locked up, okay? "I've been doing it for a long time, and this one came to me for this. Xia Mo was very depressed and touched Xiao Baozi's forehead with her head, which was considered a punishment. The meaning of being locked up should be that the eighteenth knew that he was going to have pox, so he asked Xiao Baozi for help.

Mrs. Gui said. I'm going to lock you up with Uncle Eighteen, are you willing? Xia Mo thought about it and asked, now the little bun is still small, although he has always been very careful, but it is not groundless to read so many palace fights. Besides, Su Ma also taught a lot at the beginning, yes, pox can be planted, but how to prevent typhoid fever and crimson fever? There is no vaccine. Xia Mo is very entangled!

Xiao Baozi's face collapsed, his big eyes were watery, and he looked very entangled. Xia Mo ignored him and walked back slowly with him in his arms. Anyway, I didn't think about it, and besides, when it was really a pox, it was impossible to keep the two children together.

"Do you have to close it?" Xiao Baozi looks at Xia Mo like this, it is estimated to be a fact. But I still want to make sure again.

"Yes, you will do it in a few years, but if you want, you can go with Uncle Eighteen." Xia Mo wants to see how good the relationship between Xiao Baozi and Eighteen is.

The little bun is even more tangled, and the little face doesn't need to be pinched by hand, and it looks like a bun. Xia Mo took a bite, and the little bun glanced at Xia Mo sadly. I wiped it with my sleeve, twisted my chubby fingers, and was still trying to think of a way, "What about Honghui's brothers?" Are they going to be closed too? ”

"I don't know, maybe they've been locked up, usually between four and six years old. Ama and Eniang were also locked up when they were young. Xia Mo didn't expect Xiao Baozi to ask Honghui first, with her habit of being a kindergarten teacher, she would answer all questions, and she would answer very seriously, trying to give him a good space to think.

"It's fun for a few of us to be locked up together." Xiao Baozi explained. He didn't expect that when they got pox, they didn't have the energy to play.

Xia Mo thought of what she looked like when she organized the children to get vaccinated in kindergarten. Alas, I thought it was fun at that time, looking at the little bun faces crying with pear blossoms and rain, she was very unkind to take the mobile phone while shooting and laughing to coax them, and then when the children were well, she also played it back to them, let them reminisce together, and wait for the next time they get another injection, of course they will cry, but they will be restrained. Xia Mo still filmed, and then praised them for being very brave.

Of course, she will also take the video back to share with her cool husband, and the two of them build happiness on the pain of others together. Later, when her son was born, she would often go home crying with her baby son when she took him to get an injection. Later, she cried alone, and her son hid to the side, with a look of 'I don't know her', which was so conscienceless! The sons of the two generations before and after are not cute. It's useless to raise a son! But think about it, alas, it's distressed, and touch the forehead of the little bun again.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days, when Amma comes back, let's ask him if he's okay?" Leave this kind of thing to the strong men, they will cry.

"It's not good, you have to be righteous, and the little baby has to advance and retreat with Uncle Eighteen." Xiao Baozi looked serious, and glanced at Xia Mo with disdain, "Eniang is very unrighteous." ”

"Who taught you?" Xia Mo glared at Xiao Baozi, who told him that righteousness was such a 'cup'? In the 21st century, what is said to be 'dead friends do not die in the poor way', okay?

"Uncle Afu said, he said that to be a big brother, you have to be a big brother, and you can't let your little brother cry." The little bun raised his head.

Xia Mo really couldn't cry or laugh, Da Ah Fu, she remembered it. But think about it again, eighteen is the little brother of Xiao Baozi? If Niu Hulu hears this, I don't know if he will cry!

Xia Mo decided to start talking to Xiao Baozi about the genuine "Journey to the West" tonight, of course, it will add the classic life quotations of the old fourteen, think about how smart the old fourteen are, so young that they know to be a pig's head. If you don't want to be Monkey King, you must correct the wrong concept of Xiao Baozi!

And after the matter of the Eighth Internal Affairs Office came to an end, he rushed to the garden to see his wife and children. Of course, I went to see the two Eniang first, and then I said, but there were already two tables of leaf cards in the main hall of Concubine Hui's garden.

a table of Concubine Hui, Concubine Liang, Concubine Rong, and Concubine Yi; The third daughter-in-law took the fourth, fifth, and seventh daughters-in-law to play on the small table on the side.

Look for it again, Niu Hulu's family, Concubine De and Xia Mo of their own family, I don't know where they are! The eighth child was embarrassed to find his wife first, so he looked for his son. After please, I looked left and right for a long time before asking.

"Hui Eniang, where is our little bun?"

"It's a good name, what kind of bun is it?" Concubine Hui was not happy. She had long wanted to say that the eight of them were messily naming their children, so she glanced at the eight and immediately looked at the card table, "When did this come out, why didn't I see it." ”

"It's early, my sister is patronizing and talking to her son, so naturally I can't take care of this card." Concubine Rong smiled, "Alas, it's useless to raise a son, raise it to such a big age, say that it is to see Eniang, but in the end it is better to find her son first." ”

"You must not have a record, otherwise why can't I see it?" Concubine Hui and Concubine Rong belong to the kind of opponents and friends who want to quarrel when they see each other, but they can't see that they will be empty, and everyone didn't hear it, and they laughed.

"Okay, Hui Eniang, it's yours if you win, and it's your son's if you lose." Lao Bacai was bold and said, patting his chest.

"Alas, it's not that Sister Hui can raise children, how good the old eight are taught." Concubine Yi smiled and hurriedly rounded the conversation back, saving the children from laughing.

"Auntie, look at what you said, praise me again!" The old eight salivated and pretended to be ashamed.

Concubine Yi smiled even more happily, and the eighth child screamed with Xia Mo's aunt's father, which was much more cordial than calling her mother, which also showed her identity as her mother's family, which was very flattering.

"Hongwang and the eighteenth are playing in the small garden, go and see, poor one, I haven't seen you for many days, so I naturally want to miss it." It was still Concubine Liang who pointed out towards her son.

The eighth child hurriedly gave everyone a salute and withdrew, looking for his son.

Xia Mo didn't know that the eighth child was back, she was busy learning from Concubine De from Concubine De what was going on with Emperor Kangxi's pox seeding method. Concubine De gave birth to three boys, three girls and six children, although there are only three left now, but there are three or four times to preside over the pox, four or four kinds of pox are presided over by the Tong family, and the other children are presided over by herself, finally experienced, naturally the two new mothers want to ask Concubine De for advice.

Although Xia Mo was planted before, wasn't she young at that time? I know what a fart, now for the sake of my precious son, of course I have to know the details.

Originally, I was still moved, but in the crossing, I said that the pox was a necessary golden finger for the crossing, but it turned out that Kangxi had already had a pox Dafa in the year!

Xia Mo felt that she was very depressed, and she couldn't learn to open a golden finger. But I also put my mind at ease, people's methods are mature, isn't it safer for my son? But after asking about the details, Xia Mo's eyes became mosquito coils.

At this time, the method of planting pox turned out to be to grind the scars on the body of children who have had acne into powder, blow them into the noses of healthy children, and there are doctors next to them, and the statues of gods are hung in the small room, or a dark enclosed space, and there are invited shamans outside the room to invite the pox god Niangniang.

After seven consecutive days, it is fateful for a child to survive! Xia Mo stroked her chest, feeling that it was not easy for her to survive to this day. Xia Mo decided that Xiao Baozi should not try, and would rather be careful himself, which is better than this.

Of course, I have to say that Kangxi changed from passive to active, and when the child was in good health, he was infected, and with sufficient preparation on the side, the mortality rate was naturally greatly reduced. This view is correct, but the method is too much, right?

When Xia Mo's eyes were dark, the eighth child was already excited to see his baby son.

I saw that on the slide, the little bun was tied with a piece of floral cloth wrapper around his waist, and he wore a wicker headband on his head that he didn't know who braided, holding a broom stick in one hand, scratching his ears and cheeks with the other, and setting up a curtain from time to time, looking into the distance, and still reciting words in his mouth.

"My grandson is the Monkey King of the Monkey King in the Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave......"

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Xiao P's Kangxi pox planting method written here is a matter of the Kangxi period, and it is indeed the pox planting method recorded in the palace, when the prince planted pox, Kangxi did not go to court for a few days, and he personally took care of it is also said in the book.