"One year old, it's going to be a long time before I turn old."

Lan Yi was stunned for a moment, this lady's words were fine, but how could her expression be so bitter?

"May the Bodhisattva bless me, and my child can be so lively and lovely."

"Girl, didn't the doctor please say that your pulse is stable, the slave maid thinks that the little young master has inherited the appearance of the master and you, and he will definitely look like Sai Pan'an." The maid on the side, dressed in a short blue placket, a long pine green skirt, and a silver hairpin on her head, answered crisply.

"It turns out that there is also Pan An's here." Lan Yi smiled, women are the most sensitive when they are pregnant in October, in this era without modern medical equipment, production is tantamount to going through a ghost gate.

"Madam, you are relieved, as long as you can have a calm mind, eat and sleep, the child will be born safely." Lan Yi also comforted.

"I hope so." The woman's face darkened, and her eyes darkened, as if she remembered something unhappy. Lan Yi chuckled in her heart, and intuitively felt that this lady might have had a miscarriage before.

At this time, another little maid in a chestnut shirt walked over quickly, and after a little blessing, she said, "Madam, Dabai refuses to eat. ”

Lan Yi secretly remembered the maid's saluting posture, and then heard the lady say, "Refuse to eat?" Wasn't it okay yesterday? Bring it to me. ”

She said goodbye to the woman and pushed out the gazebo and took the baby to see the pear blossoms. The pear blossoms are in full bloom, and when the breeze blows enough, there are snow-white petals falling with the wind, and one hovers down in the soil. The baby was very curious to touch the flower branches, and when more petals fell, he giggled.

Lan Yi saw that the baby was so happy, so she picked up a few petals of falling flowers to tease the baby, and said softly, "The pear blossoms are in spring again, the ground is full of residual sun, and the emerald color is old." ”

Well, she admits that she's a lover of poetry, and she thinks it's a bit worse when she sees such a scene without saying a word.

At this time, the maid hurriedly walked over with the little milk cat that had been pure white. Lan Yi knew that domestic cats had been commonly fed in China since the Three Kingdoms period, and cats also appeared in the "Picture of a Handmaid" in the Tang Dynasty, and even that cats had become offerings, and raising cats had become a fashion. But she remembered that there were many raccoon cats at that time, so cats were called raccoon slaves in most poems, but this little white cat and tanuki should have little to do with it, and it was very pleasing to look at, no wonder the lady was nervous.

Lan Yi didn't know if people in this year knew that it was best for pregnant women not to touch cats and dogs, so she picked up the child and went over to take a look, and saw that the lady was about to take over the kitten, and her movements were very natural. She said, "Madame, slow down, this cat lady is better to touch less." ”

The woman withdrew her hand, looked at Lan Yi and asked gently, "Why?" ”

"The little woman's aunt said that a pregnant woman should not touch cats and dogs, otherwise she would have a slippery pregnancy. When a neighbor of the little woman was pregnant, she liked to sleep with the cat, but the fetus slipped off, and the lady was better to be careful. Lan Yi looked at her with both eyes, her attitude was sincere, and she didn't want this longing mother-to-be to experience the pain of heartbreak again.

Sure enough, the lady frowned and bit her lip, and the maid holding the cat quickly took two steps away from the lady, looking terrified. The maid beside the lady couldn't help but shout: "Girl".

The lady raised her hand to interrupt her words with a heavy face, and raised her hand to let the maid help her stand up and give Lan Yi a deep blessing.

"Thanks to your reminder, I didn't know there was such a taboo."

Lan Yi bluntly said that the effort of raising his hands is not enough to worry about. Like, that's what the ancients said, right?

"Ahh The baby reached out and twisted his little ass to catch the butterfly, Lan Yi squatted down and helped him to grasp the railing of the gazebo and try to walk.

The lady looked at the baby next to her and felt that the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, so she asked, "Madame, does this child have a name?" ”

"Mrs. Yu, my grandson named him Wang Yixuan, and the little woman called him a baby on weekdays. We ordinary people think that it is easy to feed our children by giving them cheap names, such as dirt eggs, rotten eggs, or looking for common animal names. My neighbor's three sons are called Da Niu, Erniu and Sanniu, and their daughter is called Niu Niu. Lan Yi turned her head and replied, deliberately diverting her mind from these fun things.

Sure enough, she laughed, "I've heard it before, and there are dogs called dogs." She slowly raised her jade arm, the wide sleeves revealed the plain white silk cuffs, stretched out her fingers to take off a piece of emerald cicada ornament from her neck, and handed it to the baby, "A little gadget, let the baby play with it." ”

Lan Yi hurriedly waved her hand, and said in her heart that this is still a gadget, and the color carver thinks that it is also of the highest quality. The baby looked at the bright green color of the cicada and liked it very much, grabbed it and handed it to his mouth and gnawed it. Lan Yi was dumbfounded, this kid is greedy for money!

"Madam, your emerald cicada is too valuable, and the child is not serious, but I am afraid that it will be broken in a few days." Lan Yi persuaded, but the lady just shook her head and smiled silently. She saw that although the mother and son were dressed simply, they were clean and tidy. This mother is not very old but calm, and she is not moved when she sees wealth, so she has a little acquaintance.

"My husband's surname is Mi, my mother's surname is Xia, and my maiden name is a graceful character, seeing that my wife must be a few years younger than me, if you don't dislike it, just call me sister." In this era, exchanging names is the first step in friendship between women.

Lan Yi hugged the child and got up awkwardly: "I have seen my sister, the little woman's husband's surname is Wang, her mother's surname is Lan, and her maiden name is Yi." ”

"Sister, please get up, we can meet in this inn is also fate, I feel a little cordial when I see you and the child, it seems that I have known each other before." Xia Wan took Lan Yi's hand and talked cordially.

Lan Yi couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, what she said reminded her of the scene when Brother Bao and Sister Lin met for the first time.

"My sister also thinks that my sister looks very kind." Lan Yi saw that the little girl holding the cat was gradually moving away, so she continued, "Sister, for the sake of the child in the belly, this sick kitten should not be hugged, my sister asked the girl to drink more warm water for her, eat something soft, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

Lan Yi herself is a cat lover, and she also has cats at home, but these ancient cats and dogs are all free-range, and it is common to eat a mouse, and it is impossible to get an epidemic vaccination, and there are a lot of germs.

"It's only been a few days since I got this kitten, and it was still lively yesterday." Xia Wan said casually, and then chatted with Lan Yi about parenting, and the two talked happily.

Soon, a servant woman in her forties walked over quickly, came to Xia Wan and said softly, "Girl, we should go back and rest." ”

"It's okay, sister, but how many more days do you want to stay here?"

Lan Yi nodded, "I have to stay for two or three days, and we'll talk again when we have time." ”

After Xia Wan left, Lan Yi went back and took out the baby carrier made of furoshiki, carried the baby on her back, and went to the well in the garden to wash and wash her clothes.

It was late when she was so busy, Lan Yi took the baby to the front hall for dinner again. As mentioned above, the guests staying in the Four Seas Inn can eat in the front hall without paying in cash, as long as they write down the house number of the guest, according to Xiao Er, it is settled every three days, Lan Yi feels that this is very convenient.

When she was just in the front hall, Lan Yi went to talk to the shopkeeper and inquired about the situation of the two men who came to look for her, but found nothing. For fear of arousing suspicion, Lan Yi didn't dare to ask any more.

asked for hot water at night, Lan Yi stripped the baby naked and took a hot bath, because there was a blood scab the size of a copper coin on the back of the baby's head, Lan Yi was very careful when cleaning him, and did not dare to let the wound stain water.

"The baby's wound is not small, it seems to be a few days, such a small child injured the back of the head, it should be very dangerous at that time."

Lan Yi checked the baby's small body and found that there were also several bruises on his legs and back, which should have been bumped when he fell from the mountain, if it weren't for Yirou's protection, he should have more scars on his body.

Lan Yi put the baby to sleep and turned on the oil lamp and began to use rags to make sanitary belts. She didn't know if Chun Tao's aunt was here, but the necessary things for these girls were still prepared in advance to be sure. I don't know how the ancients solved the health problems during the special period, and there was no way to ask others about this kind of thing, Lan Yi had to use the local methods he knew to solve it.

"There is no toothbrush and only coarse salt, no toilet paper can only use leaves or bamboo chips, this day is really ......" Lan Yi helplessly counted all kinds of inconveniences, put the teacup on the windowsill, and moved the low stool behind the door, in case someone sneaked into the room after he slept dead in the middle of the night. Covering the baby who kicked off the quilt with a soft quilt, Lan Yi lay on the outside of the bed, looking at the blurry afterimage of the crescent moon bent on the window paper, and slowly fell asleep.

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