After washing and having breakfast, Zhao Yuerong picked up the bamboo basket, took the firewood knife, and prepared to go to the back mountain to chop firewood, and pick some wild vegetables by the way.

Chopping wood is a hard work, she is thin, and she does not have much strength, and she can only chop some small branches with a firewood knife.

It's not so much about chopping firewood as it's about collecting firewood.

Picking up the dry firewood that fell on the ground, the daily harvest is not much, and the wild vegetables are also pitiful.

Xia Yuan said several times about this, and told her that Sensei went, and your little gain was completely blind and delayed, but the little girl didn't listen, and he could only go by this girl.

Seeing that the little daughter-in-law was carrying a bamboo basket and preparing to go out early in the morning, Xia Yuan hurriedly stopped her: "Little camelina." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Yuerong stopped, turned to look at Xia Yuan, and wondered, "Husband, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Come, you come back first, I have something to say to you."

The little girl stood still, her expression was a little hesitant, and she raised her head to look at the sky, "Then husband, hurry up, I have to go to the back mountain quickly, otherwise the firewood will be picked up by others." ”

"You're thinking about that little firewood again."

Xia Yuan simply hated that iron could not become steel, and walked towards Zhao Yuerong without saying anything, and then reached out to pick up the bamboo basket she was carrying behind her, "I've told you how many times, you don't have to go to the back mountain to pick up firewood." ”

"But if I don't pick it up, we'll have to buy other people's firewood."

"Aren't you going to buy it too?"

"But you can buy less."

"How much less can I buy?" Xia Yuan asked rhetorically, and said earnestly: "I know you save, but firewood is not expensive, so a large bundle is only sold for ten dollars, and buying it once is enough for our family for three or five days, but what about the point you pick up every day?" It's enough to ignite a fire, what can be saved? ”

“..... Saved firewood to start the fire. ”

“.....”

No problem.

But Xia Yuan didn't entangle her with this, "Let me tell you this, before doing something, you have to see whether the effort of this thing is proportional to the gain." ”

"For example, if you go to chop wood every morning, counting the distance back and forth, you will spend about an hour a day, and this hour is what you give, but your harvest is only a little bit, so little as a pitiful firewood, and this..."

"And wild herbs." Little Lori couldn't help but interject.

Xia Yuan choked for a moment, "Okay, I'll count the wild vegetables for you." ”

"The little firewood you chop, and the wild vegetables you picked, you can't sell them for a penny when you add them together, and you have to pay an hour for it, and you have to suffer, so it's not worth it, you know?"

Zhao Yuerong's little face suddenly became solemn, "Husband, I'm not afraid of being tired." ”

Why...

Xia Yuan felt that his heart was suddenly tired.

After waiting for a while, seeing that her husband stopped talking, Zhao Yuerong put the bamboo basket on her back on her back, although she was delayed for a while, she still did not give up her great cause of chopping wood.

She decided to run on the road to save time.

It's a pity that she has just started, and the edge of the bamboo basket was grabbed by Xia Yuan, "You wait, I haven't finished my sentence yet." ”

"What else do you have to say?"

"Hmm...."

Xia Yuan began to weigh his words, he was no longer ready to break the matter of collecting firewood, let her go, not to mention that his purpose this morning was not here.

As he organized his words, he slowly spoke, "I ask you, it's just.... Well, do you usually feel chest tightness and shortness of breath and can't breathe? ”

Hearing the question, Zhao Yuerong's cheeks turned red inexplicably, because Xia Yuan not only asked this kind of question, but when he asked, his eyes were still staring at his own.

This made her instinctively feel shy, and she couldn't help but bend over.

"Straighten your waist and hunch over will affect your physical development, just like when you wrap it in strips of cloth..."

As he spoke, Xia Yuan suddenly paused, he found that he had accidentally slipped his mouth, and at this time, the little girl's face was not only becoming more and more red, but also the amplitude of her waist bend was also increasing.

Since it has been leaked, he no longer goes around, and directly speaks, "Okay, I just want to tell you, don't use that kind of cloth to strangle all day long, you are the age of growing your body, which will not only affect your development, but also cause a lot of diseases." ”

"I, I didn't strangle..."Zhao Yuerong denied it shamefully, but when he spoke, he couldn't hide his heart.

"No, I saw it all this morning."

Xia Yuan directly supported her waist and helped her straighten up, and then said seriously: "I'm not scaring you, strangling with a strip of cloth will really cause a lot of diseases, such as breathlessness, affecting development, and even heart problems, and I will starve children in the future... cough...."

He coughed lightly, stopped talking, and said: "I heard my father say that there is a distant relative in the family, because he is strangled with a cloth, which causes chest tightness and shortness of breath every day, and he can't breathe, so he asked Lang Zhong to prescribe a lot of medicine, but no matter how he eats, he didn't get better, and finally died, and he was only twenty years old when he died. ”

It wasn't a scare just now, but now it's a real scare, is there such a distant relative, Xia Yuan can only say that there can be.

In later generations, the larger the scale, the more it was a kind of pride and capital for women, but in the Ming Dynasty, men instead regarded the flat as beauty.

Men's aesthetics, coupled with the conservatism of social customs, have given rise to the bad habit of chest binding.

The bigger it is, the more shameful it is, and it will be labeled as immoral.

And for a little girl like Zhao Yuerong who is ignorant of the world, the development of puberty is a very shameful thing.

Perhaps many nights as she untied the long strip of cloth that bound her, and looked down at the bulge in size, perhaps still deeply troubled by her own development.

So it tightened.

"Go to the room and untie that strip of cloth in a moment, do you hear?"

“... I heard it. Zhao Yuerong blushed and whispered, although the topic of discussion was very embarrassing, she could hear her husband's concern for her.

It's very shy and concerned, but it also makes her feel warm in her heart, and she can't help but feel a little worried, and she is strangled with a cloth every day, and she sometimes does not breathe.

And if you can't breathe, you can die.