Traveling through the daily life of raising a family in ancient times

Chapter 190 Little shy parent-child activities

The other party was so tangled up that his face was wrinkled into a ball, and he was still comparing his fingers, as if he was calculating whether the monthly money was enough to spend.

Can't Song Yeqing see this?
This night, the "Girls' Dormitory" was extremely lively.

After handing over the two brothers to He Yanxin, Song Yeqing took the needle and thread to Ahua's room.

Peng Awei curled up in the bed and fell asleep, while Qiuniang and Ahua were doing needlework by the light of the oil lamp beside the table.

Seeing her come in, Ah Hua went to fetch the bundle on her bed, which contained the fabric and cotton bought today.

Song Yeqing brightened the oil lamp with a stick, and lit the candle she brought.

Said: "The light is too dark and hurts the eyes."

"We don't do sewing at night." Ah Hua seemed a little shy and said in a very low voice.

Although I have to work during the day, I still have some free time to do things.

Doing it at night does hurt your eyes, but the main thing is to save lamp oil.The hosts are generous and kind, but they have to be ignorant of good and evil.

"Let's start cutting the cloth." Song Yeqing took out the cotton cloth without saying anything.

After all, it was just something in memory, and Song Yeqing was also affected by the shape of modern sanitary napkins, so it was a bit difficult to do it for the first time.

Qiuniang looked and looked, but couldn't hold back, she put down the little clothes she made for her daughter, leaned over and said, "Here, it's like this..."

"Is that so?" Song Yeqing folded the other side.

"That's right." Qiuniang nodded, and said again: "This is how to change the things inside."

To put it bluntly, the menstrual belt is in the shape of a small bag for holding things. After use, it is opened and the dirty stuffing inside is thrown away, and the cloth outside is washed and used again.

After getting advice from others, Song Yeqing also became proficient in memorizing, and the more he did it, the more handy he was.

While sewing, she asked, "Sister Qiu, you really don't want to do it? The hygienic problem I'm talking about doesn't frame you..."

Qiuniang really did what Song Yeqing thought, and rejected the cotton she bought, saying that the previous ones were enough.

"No, I'll help you sew together." Qiu Niang shook her head and suggested.

Compared with Ah Hua, who was shy because of making such intimate things with them from the beginning, Qiuniang couldn't be ashamed after "getting older", so her expression was much more natural.

"Okay." Song Yeqing didn't hesitate, it was a good thing to have help.

After all, she plans to make eight, changing and washing frequently, so five days should be enough.

So Qiuniang also joined the menstruation belt team.

After a while, Song Yeqing asked them to stop for a rest, eat melon seeds, eat some fruit, and relieve eye fatigue.

So when she returned to the inner courtyard with her things, it was almost ten o'clock.

The cotton and straw paper have not been filled yet, because the cotton and cloth need to be boiled to achieve disinfection.

Compared to the modern complete aseptic method, cooking is not a safe operation, but the conditions are like this, Song Yeqing has no choice.

When she was about to reach the room, she met He Yanxin who was up at night, and subconsciously hid the things in her hand.

Menstruation is a normal phenomenon, she is not ashamed, but Song Yeqing is still a little shy when facing the person she likes.

"still awake?"

"I fell asleep and want to go to the bathroom." He Yanxin was still a little awake at this moment, and rubbed a dull hair on his head.

"Then go quickly." Song Yeqing said with a smile.

"Ah, good..." He Yanxin was about to go out, but when he thought of something, he turned back to her.

"Go to bed early, good night, and have a good dream." He finished with a smirk, and kissed her.

"You too." Song Yeqing watched him run out of the inner courtyard, looking very anxious.

Building a toilet in the inner courtyard has to be put on the agenda.

The next morning, she took He Chengze to finish the routine exercise, and practiced with the sword for a while.

The others at home were amazed, especially Ah Hua, no matter how many times she watched it, she felt that Song Yeqing was really amazing.

"Sister Qing, is there anything else you don't know?" She asked with starry eyes.

Knows martial arts, knows medicine, can write and draw, cooks well, and can embroider...

In the past ten years of her life, Ah Hua has never seen someone like Song Yeqing.

"There are so many things I don't know." Just after the practice, Song Yeqing's breathing was a little unsteady.

"Aunt Hua, I will too." He Chengze said cheerfully, waving the little wooden sword his mother made for him.

"Master Dabao is also amazing." Ah Hua praised him very much.

"Let's go, little dirty monkey, go wash up." Song Yeqing gave him a soft nod.

He also asked Song Chengsi who also took a wooden sword and was scribbling on the ground. "Will Xiao Bao come?"

He nodded, immediately put the sword away, and chased after his mother and brother.

The villagers who often come to the stall have been notified in advance that Song Yeqing is going to the city.

Many people came to her to buy ointment for bruises.After all, it is common for peasants to have bumps and bumps in their work.

So she told them that they can come directly to the house to buy medicine in the future.

Song Yeqing planned to spend more time with the brothers during the day that was deliberately spared today.

After arriving in Zhaozhou, she and He Yanxin were basically busy with their "careers" and failed to spend time with their children.

And the child is also sensible, never crying and saying that he wants his parents to be with him, but occasionally he looks aggrieved and looks at the back of his parents when they go out, which makes people feel distressed.

"Shall we draw today?" Song Yeqing led the brothers to the study.

"Okay!" He Cheng maintained his enthusiasm as always.

Although Song Chengsi was not as emotionally outgoing as his brother, he was obviously looking forward to it.

"Mother, hug Xiaobao, I want to go up..." He pointed to the high stool specially made for him.

"Okay." Song Yeqing carried him up as she said.

He Cheng, on the other hand, obediently climbed onto the chair and sat down without any help.

There was no outsider in the study, Song Yeqing went to the side bookshelf and opened the bottom drawer, and took out the painting utensils used in the space before.

"Mother, what is this?" He Cheng looked at the little "wooden stick" in his hand.

"This is called a pencil, don't put these in your mouth." Song Yeqing arranged drawing paper for the two, and taught them how to use a pen and eraser.

The brothers used these for the first time, and they were both very novel.Especially that thing called eraser, which can wipe the "ink" clean.

Under Song Yeqing's guidance, both of them drew a puppy.

"I drew Dahei! My brother drew Xiaohei!" He Cheng pointed to the painting and said to her.

Song Yeqing looked at the scrawled "dog" on the paper.Silently said: Dahei Xiaohei will probably refuse to admit that this is theirs.

But it's okay, kid, just draw and play, as long as you can see a little shadow, so I took out the colored pencils and let the two of them color.

Later, He Chengze also drew a "family portrait".

"Very good, Dabao is really powerful. When your father comes back, you must show it to him. He will be happy."

I don't know if He Yan Xingao is unhappy, anyway, Song Yeqing didn't realize that he was the "person" with the big red flower on his head.

(End of this chapter)