After tidying up her room, Ling Xiaorou wanted to go and see He Louyuan's room, although he had a serving soldier, but men may not be as careful as women when they do things, and they are always at ease if they don't look.

As a result, he was taken by Mo Hongsilk to the courtyard separated by a wall, and it can be seen that He Louyuan also took great pains to arrange the room, and it was very convenient to climb over the wall.

Walking into He Louyuan's room, Ling Xiaorou couldn't help but cover her nose, even if she had thought that it would be hard enough for a man to be served without a woman around her, and the room might be very messy, but what she saw in front of her still opened her eyes, "This is where the prince lives"

As soon as I entered the room, the first thing I saw was a simple bed, and the cotton bedding that was casually nested on it was shiny, and I don't know how long it hadn't been washed, and I didn't need to get close to smell the sour smell of sweat emitted from it, which was really manly.

Except for the road from the door to the bed and then to the table, there is a lot of dust on the side, and only the place where the teapot and bowl are placed on the table is clean, but fortunately, the teapot and bowl are still clean, and it seems to be the most commonly cleaned thing in this room.

Ling Xiaorou shook her head, the prince who usually looks very clean, is so dirty in private, sure enough, men can't look at the surface.

Mo Hongsu was asked by Ling Xiaorou and silently turned her face to the side, which made Ling Xiaorou feel that Mo Hongsu couldn't bear to look at her directly

Since she came, Ling Xiaorou couldn't pretend not to see it, and directly carried He Louyuan's futon outside, and the futon was so wet that it seemed to be dripping water.

Put the quilt directly on the ground outside, dismantle the quilt and throw it aside, the cotton tire inside is put in the sun to dry, the quilt is stuffed into a large wooden basin by her, sprinkled with a lot of plant ash soaked first, although she brought a lot of fragrant pancreas, but such a dirty quilt is used to be blind and not sure how many basins of water to wash, first wash with plant ash is already good.

Soaking in the basin here, Ling Xiaorou went to the house to rummage through the prince's clothes, and sure enough, most of them were dirty, with mud and dirt on them, and even saw things that were suspected of being bloodstained, not to mention how bad the smell was when they were soaked in sweat.

Ling Xiaorou shook her head and sighed, and at the same time found a big basin to soak all the clothes, from the inside to the outside.

sprinkled grass and wood ashes first, and said to Mo Hongsu when he rubbed his hands: "Why is this man so dirty, you really can't just look at your face, look at the smell, you can smoke mosquitoes to death." ”

Mo Hongsu silently turned around and left, Ling Xiaorou glanced at it, Mo Hongsu was like this on weekdays, and she didn't take it to heart and continued to wash the clothes for the prince.

It was already evening after the clothes were washed, and there was not much place to hang clothes in front of the door, Ling Xiaorou went out and saw a teenage soldier standing outside the door, with a baby face.

Called over and helped her pull a few ropes in the yard, although the little soldier had been blushing, but he was very diligent, let her do what.

I also helped a lot when I was drying the clothes, and I didn't use Ling Xiaorou's hands to dry them, and they were full from the inside out, and I was envious of the soldiers who had been peeking inside the courtyard, and sure enough, there were women and no women.

But let them wash and wash like Ling Xiaorou, they will be lazy, and there are a few clean men in the barracks

There are no women in the barracks, and it has nothing to do with them if there are women, who will show them when they are cleaned.

Ling Xiaorou shook her sore arm, washing so many clothes and quilts at once, it was really tiring, fortunately, the prince couldn't come back at night, and he wasn't afraid of not having a quilt, so he would get up early tomorrow morning and hurry up to make his futon, who knows when the prince will be, don't be tired, you don't even have a place to sleep.

She was busy washing clothes all afternoon, and Mo Hongsu didn't know what to do, so she didn't know where Mo Hongsu lived, anyway, it was fine, go over and have a look, and have dinner with her by the way.

Let the baby-faced soldier take her over, and then she saw Mo Hongsilk sitting in front of her house and struggling with a few big wooden basins, the sewage on the ground had merged into a small river, Mo Hongsilk frowned, and looking at the clothes in the basin was like looking at the enemy.

The corners of Ling Xiaorou's mouth twitched, and sure enough, she shouldn't have too much hope for the female men in the barracks, looking at her like she was washing clothes, but like she was beating her clothes as enemies.

sighed and moved a small wooden turn to sit on the edge of the big wooden basin beside Mo Hongsu, and started to rub the clothes that were not very visible, Mo Hongsu's face flushed, but he didn't stop Ling Xiaorou's movements, but just paid attention to how Ling Xiaorou washed the clothes, and gradually washed them decently.

The two of them silently washed their clothes, it was already dark, and the soldiers brought dinner, a bucket of white rice, a pot of pickled vegetables and beef stew, and a pot of fried salted dried fish.

Let Ling Xiaorou go to eat first, and Mo Hongsu did it herself to dry the clothes before entering the house to eat.

After eating, General Mo thought that her bedding had been dismantled and washed, not to mention that there was no clean face change, even if she didn't do it, she couldn't sleep directly on the cotton tire at night, although the cotton tire was quite soft, and it was quite hot to sleep on it directly on a hot day, and she had to be covered with white hair when she woke up.

Don't sleep on cotton tires, the bed board is simple and burrs, don't tie people into hedgehogs.

In the end, it was Ling Xiaorou who sent a mat to General Mo, which solved General Mo's problem, but tomorrow he will sew a quilt for He Lou and will have to count Mo Hongsilk more.

It was hot, and she washed her clothes and bedding for another afternoon, Ling Xiaorou was also sweating, she wanted to take a bath and was embarrassed to let the soldiers get water, but she didn't let the soldiers get it, and looked at the thick wooden bucket hanging on the wall, Ling Xiaorou really couldn't move it, let alone fill the wooden bucket with water.

Fortunately, Mo Hongsu thought of Ling Xiaorou when she took a bath, and personally came over to help Ling Xiaorou move the wooden bucket into the bathing room next to the house.

Mo Hongsu helped fill the big vat inside with water, and the size of the vat was enough for Ling Xiaorou to wash for three or five days.

After Mo Hongsu left, Ling Xiaorou poured the boiling warm water into the big wooden bucket, stepped on the stool and sat in, soaking in the comfortable warm water, Ling Xiaorou suddenly became very tired, and she endured the sleepiness before falling asleep in the wooden bucket.

After washing, Ling Xiaorou didn't care that her hair was dry, and fell asleep on the bed with a mat.

In the morning, she was woken up by the neat shouts outside, and it took a long time to remember that she had arrived at the border and lived in the room prepared for her by He Louyuan.

Ling Xiaorou got up and came out after freshening up, and saw a wooden bench standing next to the wall, and when she climbed up, she saw the soldiers who were practicing in the open space outside, standing in a neat row, punching and kicking according to the general's order, and making a shouting sound in her mouth.

Ling Xiaorou was lying on the wall and watched it very interesting, until someone saw Ling Xiaorou, who was knocked to the ground by the person next to her for a while, and the two rolled together and knocked down the person next to him, and the commander gave an order to stop the training soldiers.

The soldier who was knocked down first was punished for running in circles around the training ground, and pointed to Ling Xiaorou's courtyard aggrievedly, but he didn't see the person who caused him to be hit, so he could only resign himself to running circles.

Ling Xiaorou had already known that she was in trouble when the soldiers rolled into a ball, and hurriedly got down from the wall.

After waiting for the outside to be too chaotic, Ling Xiaorou sneaked out of the yard, came to He Louyuan's courtyard, put away the clothes and bedding that had been dried outside overnight, folded the clothes and put them away, and then spread the futon on the bed, took out the prepared needlework and thimble and sewed it.

Someone was calling Miss Biao outside, and Ling Xiaorou came out to see the baby-faced soldier who came to help her dry her clothes yesterday standing outside her courtyard gate, with a tray in her hand and a few big bowls in it.

Ling Xiaorou answered here, and Xiaobing sent the tray and food over and put them on the table, a bowl of beef porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickles, Ling Xiaorou made.

After thanking him, seeing the little soldier go out with a red face, Ling Xiaorou drank the porridge with pickles, and ate another steamed bun, and the rest couldn't eat it.

Ling Xiaorou was stunned, then stood there and couldn't help laughing, what a cute child, remember to ask him what his name is next time you meet him.

After going back to the house and then making the futon, the hot day and stuffy in the room to do work, really sweating like rain, if it is in Jicheng, she must have to soak in the water, but unfortunately it is not convenient to fetch water here, so I can only endure it until the evening.

Fortunately, it is only two quilts, and it is not too difficult for Ling Xiaorou to sew, and the stitches are not too good-looking, and it is already very good to sew them, like the sharp corners on the four sides of the futon, Ling Xiaorou thinks that as long as the cotton is not exposed, it is already good.

After the sewing was done, I wiped the dust inside and out, and when I looked at the neat and clean room, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

It was not interesting to sit alone in the room, and the soldiers outside would only giggle when they saw her, so Ling Xiaorou simply went to find Mo Hongsu.

Seeing that the door was not closed, Ling Xiaorou did not call anyone, she walked in directly, there was a yard of clothes hanging in the yard, and I didn't see underwear such as belly pockets, and I don't know if Mo Hongsilk was not hung outside, or if it was collected first at dawn, and I didn't notice it when it was dark last night.

When I entered the house, I saw that Mo Hongsu was not there, the mat on the bed was still there, the cotton tire that was dried yesterday was placed on the table, and there was still a breakfast on the table that had not moved, and the things were the same as what Ling Xiaorou ate, but there were six steamed buns alone, and the bowl of porridge was also large, if Ling Xiaorou used a bowl, Mo Hongsilk would be a bowl.

Ling Xiaorou put away all the things drying in the yard and folded them.

Help Mo Hongsilk make the futon, take a closer look, although the stitches are not very fine, and they are a little crooked, it doesn't affect if you fall asleep, anyway, it is better than General Mo's own craftsmanship.

After also helping to clean up the house, it was not too early to see that it was too early, Ling Xiaorou remembered that she had promised the soldiers to cook food for them, and she couldn't break her promise, and was about to go out to find someone to ask where to cook, General Mo rushed in from outside sweating profusely, and he was still carrying a big knife in his hand, it was really a big knife, and it had a long handle, and it stood taller than Mo Hongsilk.

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