Faced with the care and concern from their mother, Mrs. Sun, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo both looked at each other and smiled.
Yang Ruoqing said to Xiaoduo: "You don't need to come over tomorrow morning, just ask Xiang Shengnan to represent us."
"I'll have to look at the situation here. Anyway, it's only for an hour or two in the morning. It will be over when we send people up the mountain."
In this way, Xiaoduo, Xiang Shengnan and their three daughters returned to Xiangjiazhuang.
It was still the first lunar month, so they left Shengnan's father alone in the pasture to guard the cattle, while everyone else returned to Xiangjiazhuang to celebrate the New Year.
Of course, it is impossible to completely entrust the pasture to Shengnan's father. After all, this man sometimes drinks a little and can be a bit unreliable.
Therefore, Katsuo’s uncle, the cattle dealer, and Katsuo himself would take time to go to the pasture several times every day during the day.
Xiaoduo stayed at home to take care of the children and entertain relatives and friends visiting for the New Year.
After the end of the previous year, on the eighth day of the first lunar month, all the Xiang family returned to the pasture and continued their busy work for the next year.
Life goes by like this year after year. It seems that every day, every year, the things we eat, drink, play and do are the same, but all kinds of changes are subtle.
When you suddenly look back, you will find that you are old but your children have grown up. This is like crops in the field, crop after crop. The meaning of life sometimes lies in these processes...
Everyone dispersed, leaving Lao Yang's family to start getting busy.
Yang Ruoqing yawned and returned to her backyard, only to find that Tuan Yuan Yuan was not at home. In the backyard of Luo Baobao's room, the door was ajar, and the sound of "???" came from inside.
Yang Ruoqing pushed the door open and went in, only to find that her daughter, who was still alive and kicking in the morning, was curled up on the bed without taking off her clothes, with a piece of quilt draped over her body.
"What's wrong, girl? Do you have a stomachache or something?" Yang Ruoqing hurried to the bedside and leaned over to look at Baby Luo.
The girl's bangs were messy and stuck to her forehead, her eyes were closed, and her face was a little pale and sallow.
"Mom, I'm here. It feels like a knife is spinning in my stomach, my thighs feel like they're being beaten by a hammer, my waist is sore, and there's some chest tightness and nausea..."
As soon as Yang Ruoqing heard this, she immediately knew that her daughter was suffering from menstrual pain.
As a girl, this is not a good thing, and you will be punished every month.
"Are you wearing the pajamas I made for you?" Yang Ruoqing asked first.
Luo Baobao shook his head, "I don't think it's useful because I don't have much. I use the kind with a strap."
Yang Ruoqing said, "I'll get you some medicine. Just wait for me."
She quickly left her daughter's house and went to her own house.
Luo Fengtang was not at home either. He stayed at Lao Yang's house next door to help.
Yang Ruoqing took out the medicine box under the bed, rummaged through it, and found a pack of donkey hide gelatin powder, a pack of brown sugar, a pack of jujubes, and a pack of ginger powder.
Then he opened the cabinet where clothes were stored, took a dozen pajamas from the bottom drawer, and then hurried back to Baby Luo's house.
"Daughter, come here, drink this and have a good sleep. I'm sure you won't feel any pain when you wake up."
Yang Ruoqing used hot water to brew these things together, and it was a bowl of good food to replenish qi and blood, which is very suitable for girls to drink during this special period.
It can warm the uterus and promote the discharge of blood congestion in the body. When the discharge is smooth, there will naturally be no pain.
Luo Baobao sat up with the help of Yang Ruoqing, endured the discomfort and drank everything in the bowl in one breath.
Yang Ruoqing asked her to go to the toilet to relieve herself and put on the pajamas she brought.
Wearing pajamas, you can toss and turn in bed without fear of side leakage.
This kind of pajamas was designed by Yang Ruoqing based on the pull-up pants of later generations. They were made of the best fabrics of this era, and the absorbent parts inside were also made of very particular cotton.
Such a kind of sleeping pants can be used for more than an hour under normal circumstances, that is, two hours.
This kind of cotton is very absorbent, but it has a disadvantage, that is, it cannot be washed and recycled.
The cost of this kind of pajamas is also very high. If Yang Ruoqing makes a pair, including the embroiderer's labor cost, a pair of pajamas is estimated to cost fifty or sixty cents.
Using 12 strips every day, calculated based on six days, the monthly expenditure on this item is nearly 4 taels of silver!
Therefore, who can afford it if it is not a young lady from a very, very wealthy family, but an ordinary people’s family?
But in the Luo family, this is nothing at all. Compared with the Luo family's wealth, this expenditure is not even the tip of the iceberg.
After watching her daughter change into pajamas and drink something, Yang Ruoqing wiped her face with a hot handkerchief, then helped her take off her cotton-padded clothes and covered her with a quilt.
"You have a good sleep, and I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
"Well, mother, help me close the door and don't let my brothers come in."
"Don't worry, I won't let them come and disturb you."
Yang Ruoqing stroked Baobao Luo's hair a few more times, her eyes filled with distress.
If possible, she would rather suffer this crime for her daughter, hey!
The pain is in the son's body, and it is also painful in the mother's heart.
Yang Ruoqing quietly left her daughter's house and went to the front yard. At this time, Luo Fengtang just took the time to come back.
"I met my aunt earlier, and we went to the fifth room with Tuan Yuan to play. By the way, where is our daughter? Why haven't we seen her since lunch?" Luo Fengtang picked up the tea on the table in the main room and asked while drinking. .
Yang Ruoqing leaned against his ear and whispered about her daughter.
When Luo Fengtang heard this, his brows suddenly knitted together.
"If the pain is severe, do you need Wangsheng to prescribe some medicine?" He discussed with Yang Ruoqing.
He is a layman when it comes to his daughter's family, but he is anxious and worried. This is true.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay. There is no need to prescribe medicine at the moment. Try not to take medicine for this kind of thing. The pain will only last half a day and a day at most, and that's about it."
Luo Fengtang trusted Yang Ruoqing's words and her experience.
"Is my daughter asleep? I'll check on her."
Yang Ruoqing stopped him, "No need to look. She just drank something and lay down. Let her have a good sleep. Sleeping is good for recovery."
Luo Fengtang had no choice but to give up.
But from this moment on, he had this matter in his mind. Throughout the next afternoon, whenever he took time to come back and see Yang Ruoqing, his first words would be like this: "Girl are you awake?"
"How is my daughter?"
"Is my daughter feeling better?"
"Does it still hurt?"
…
Yes, this is the all-powerful and cold-faced general outside, the God of War of Qi who makes the enemy fearful.
After all, when facing the people he cares about, no matter how cold-faced or ruthless the God of War is, he is still a human being with flesh and blood and all kinds of emotions.
He also has his own weaknesses.
And his wife and children are Luo Fengtang's weaknesses!
At the same time, this weakness is also the source of his strength!
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