On the hot spring village on the outskirts of Beijing, the eighth master and Mao Tongtong were leading the group to watch the farmers plant crops in the fields. （/\）

This matter is not only a new matter for Tuan Tuan, but also Mao Tongtong himself, and it is also the first time that he has had such a close contact.

Although her family was not good in her previous life, she was also a child who grew up in the city. In this life, he was born in an official family, so it is even more impossible to come into contact with this.

It's the eighth master, although he is from a royal background, he really went to the field to do farm work. Because every year when Kangxi arrives for spring ploughing, he will lead them to experience it in the field.

The eighth master still needs his body, leaning on the recliner, covering himself with a blanket, looking at Mao Tongtong and Tuan Tuan's mother and son with a surprised look, he couldn't help laughing.

Tuan Tuan screamed in his mouth, and pointed to the field with a pair of little fingers, looking eager to try. Mao Tongtong had to hold him down, lest he really get planted in the mud.

But children like to play with sand and mud the most, and where they are willing to stand aside and watch, they will try more and more to break free of their hair. The mother and son began a tug-of-war. After a while, Mao Tongtong was sweating.

"Just dig up some mud and let him go back to play, see how tired you are!" The eighth master shook his head with a smile.

Mao Tongtong called the nurse to hug Tuan Tuan, wiped her sweat and said, "This is a good way." Look at the fastest chapter on (/\) Ouch, this kid is really strong, but I'm tired. ”

"He's a year old, he's strong, but he doesn't have a lot of strength!" The eighth master smiled.

Originally, the eighth master was going to hold a lively first birthday banquet for Tuan Tuan. But something happened to him, and the situation in the DPRK and China was not quite right, so the first birthday banquet was canceled. At that time, he was afraid that Mao Tongtong would have an idea in his heart, and he prepared a stomach full of words to persuade her. Who knew that Mao Tongtong was quite happy when she found out, and said that it was more warm for the three of them to celebrate, which made the eighth master move her sensible again.

After coming to the hot spring Zhuangzi, the eighth master chose to have a small and warm birthday banquet on the day of Tuantuan's production. The farmers and minions on the Zhuangzi also followed suit and received a lot of rewards.

"He really knows how to eat, I'm worried about becoming a big fat man in the future!" Mao Tongtong frowned. She remembers how many children in later generations have been spoiled by their families since they were children, and they eat as much as they want, but they are so fat that they are wheezing when they walk, which is not only ugly, but more importantly, hurts the body, and affects development. That's why she's worried.

"Side Fujin rest assured, the eldest brother looks like milk fat. When you are weaned and start eating food, you can control it again. (/\)" The nurse interjected next to her.

Most of the children who are breastfeeding are white and fat, and generally start to eat normal food after the first year of life, and they will slowly become thinner.

"Is that so? He's eating now! Mao Tongtong is still not very relieved.

According to the current rules of raising children, it is generally necessary to breastfeed until the age of one before starting to add complementary food. But Mao Tongtong remembered that modern people began to add complementary food when they raised children for more than 4 months. She thought of a way to fight for Tuan Tuan for a long time, and only then did she start adding complementary food when Tuan Tuan was 8 months old. Speaking of which, I have also eaten complementary food for 4 months.

"But the eldest brother is still mainly breastfeeding." The nurse smiled: "Side Fujin rest assured, with the experience of slaves, the eldest brother will not be a fat man in the future." ”

Mao Tongtong looked at Tuan Tuan's round little face, and was still skeptical. But it's too early to worry when the child is still young. She had secretly made up her mind in her heart that after Tuan Tuan was weaned, she must pay more attention to his diet.

The eighth master's genes are so good, she hopes that her son will also be a handsome guy in the future! How bad it would be to become a big fat man!

After playing again in the field, the family of three went back.

In the past few days since he came out, Mao Tongtong felt that everything was good, and even the air was fresher than that in the capital. Why else do modern people like farm stays? Having more contact with nature can really make you feel good. The messy things in the house can be out of sight and out of mind.

When they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the remaining slave replied with one thing, which made Mao Tongtong's mood suddenly feel bad. Even the eighth master's brows furrowed.

It turned out that Guo Luo Luo asked people to inform the Eighth Master Mansion that there was a new grid this year. Although the eighth master did not return home until two months later, she always had to tell the eighth master. lest when the eighth master went back and suddenly saw Fang Ruoyun, he didn't even have any mental preparations.

"Fu Jin said that if Lord Belle is short of people to take care of here, she can let the new Fang Gege come over." The minion who reported the news said again.

Of course, Guo Luo Luo knew that the eighth master would not let Fang Ruoyun come over, she deliberately said this, but she just wanted to disgust Mao Tongtong.

"No need." The eighth master said lightly: "I'm here to recuperate, but it's noisy when there are too many people." You go back and tell Fu Jin that she can arrange the affairs of the house. ”

"Yes, the slave knows." The servant who reported the news responded, and seeing that the eighth master had no more instructions, he returned to Beijing to call Guo Luo Luo's family.

Earlier, Mao Tongtong was mentally prepared for the new people in the house this year. In the triennial draft, there are not many people in the Eighth Master's Mansion, and it is normal to reward one or two more qualifications. She has also done psychological construction for a period of time, as long as the eighth master is still good to her and has her in her heart, why should she make herself unhappy for these things?

Later, the eighth master was injured, and she took care of the eighth master wholeheartedly, so she didn't take it to heart. Who would have thought that before the eighth master's body recovered, someone would be sent from the palace. Is this a favor to the eighth master? Or do you not care about the eighth master's body at all?

The eighth master glanced sideways at Mao Tongtong's expression, saw her pursing her lips, frowned slightly, couldn't help sighing in his heart, and reached out to hold her hand.

"Tongtong, don't think about it." The eighth master said softly: "You are only one more minion, don't take it to heart." ”

Gege is indeed just a minion, but in the end he is different from a minion. Mao Tongtong knew that the eighth master wanted to say that he didn't care about that woman and would not affect his love for her. But she is not actually jealous, she is distressed by the eighth master.

Smiling at the eighth master, Mao Tongtong said, "Well, I don't think much about it. I can't see it now, and I'll talk about it later. ”

The eighth master didn't even ask about the situation of the new entry into the mansion just now, and he was obviously not too happy about this matter. But as a prince, this is also one of the things that can't help himself. What kind of woman you want is never up to you.

In Yuqing Palace, Chen Ruyu was teasing Ergege, who was crawling around on the carpet, and was also listening to the news that Fang Fei had just inquired about.

The emperor rewarded the prince with two more qualifications, she always has to understand the situation to know herself and the enemy, and she will not be defeated in a hundred battles, right?