In a moment, Xiao Qianyun was submerged in the sea of people.
As for whether he really wanted to find the theory of Prince Ji's Mansion, or as the scholar said, he actually ran away out of fear, and he had no way to verify it without sleepless nights.
"I really feel sorry for him about this, but right now he is running too fast and I can't catch him. I can only let this arrow fly for a while. If there is any follow-up, we will wait until the next day."
When the baby in his arms started crying, Ye Wumian knew that he could no longer chase Xiao Qianyun.
No matter how fast your Qinggong is, how can you move freely when you have a crying baby?
With a bitter look on his face, he squeezed through the crowd, led the horse, coaxed the children, and looked around to see if there was a porridge shop nearby.
When adults are hungry, they can still hold back and remain silent, but infants and young children are the most honest people in the world, and they will inevitably cry when they are hungry. So he had no sleep at night and had to run non-stop in search of food.
"Yunsheng, be good, don't cry. I'll take you to have something to eat and drink."
Ye Wumian sang a nursery rhyme that was half heard and half made up by herself, gently and softly, bending her palms and patting the swaddle.
He held the horse with one hand and held the child with the other. He had no extra hands, so he could only use one hand for multiple purposes. He carried the child with his arm and coaxed the child with the palm of his hand. He was unable to do both, and was embarrassed and busy, with an embarrassment on his face.
"Yunsheng" is the name Ye Wumian gave to this toddler.
When I was at the old woman's house that day, I learned from her that the child's parents had died long ago; the grandparents who were taking care of and raising him had also suffered misfortunes. This child, in this world, would probably be alone and helpless at night. Wu Mian had no way of finding out his name.
We had no choice but to take him in temporarily and give him the name "Yun Sheng". We would call him for now and make further arrangements if there were any changes in the future.
As for why it is called Yunsheng.
That night in the Guan Gong Temple, all the other eight babies died. Only this child survived. This is the power of "life".
Guan Yu, whose courtesy name is Yunchang, takes the word "cloud" from Guan Gong and combines it with the word "sheng" to name him after "yunsheng", trying not to forget the difficulties of that day.
Ye Wumian carried Yun Sheng to a porridge shop and asked the owner of the shop to tie his horse for him. He picked up a stool and sat down, waiting for the specially ordered Laba porridge.
"Yunsheng, I'm going to give you some meat paste today. Then go to a peasant woman's house to see if she has any milk. I can ask for some milk to feed you."
Ye Wumian spoke to Yunsheng in a tone that seemed like they were discussing.
Yunsheng hasn't had any milk for two days.
I have no experience in raising babies, and I don’t know when the baby should be weaned.
But Yunsheng's mother died early and he was raised by his grandmother, so he had little milk to drink. While he is still young, Ye Wuxian is planning to give him more milk to prevent his body from missing out on nutrients and causing poor development.
Yunsheng seemed to be able to understand the words. He knew that he would have meat to eat and milk to drink in a while, and his tears turned into laughter.
The fleshy face was flushed, the mouth was open, and one or two thin teeth with only slight marks were exposed, and the soft and cute little tongue was licking around, which was very cute.
Ye Wumian's heart almost melted. After a moment of teasing, he took the Laba porridge from the hostess of the porridge shop.
He first rinsed his mouth carefully with water, chewed the chicken leg he bought separately, and crumbled it into a paste. He spat it gently into the porridge and blew it slightly for a while.
Feeling the temperature of the porridge to make sure it wouldn't burn his mouth, he scooped some porridge mixed with meat paste with a spoon and put it into Yun Sheng's mouth.
"Gulu"
Yun Sheng's little mouth grinded the porridge back and forth, swallowing 60 to 70% of it, and another 20 to 30% spilled out, making his mouth dirty.
Ye Wumian used his hands and feet to pinch out a handkerchief, wiped Yunsheng's mouth, and smiled helplessly. There was bitterness in the sweetness, and sweetness in the bitterness.
He had been like this since Yun Sheng woke up from coma, raising Yun Sheng while traveling.
He does all the work including feeding, helping with pooping, washing diapers, and coaxing her to sleep. The journey was naturally slower.
He had never thought before that he would have a little life accompanying him along the way.
Before getting married, he became a baby daddy. There are many accidents in life, but this accident is a sweet burden.
The stout hostess of the porridge shop suddenly came over, smiled shyly, and said: "You handsome young man, I just heard you whispering that you were going to ask for milk. Why bother? I'll take care of myself." I can’t use up the milk every day, and it hurts to hold my cub in my arms. If your cub wants to drink, I’ll squeeze some for you.”
This bold description actually made Ye Wumian's face turn red.
On weekdays, when he goes to peasant women to ask for milk, he always refers to it as euphemistically as possible, such as "The child is hungry and thirsty and wants breast milk. I beg my mother to give me some."
Although those peasant women were not ladies in the boudoir and did not act coy or shy, they would not describe it directly. They usually simply agreed, then waited for a while and gave him the milk they obtained.
That's it, it's done.
Seeing that Ye Wumian didn't answer for a while, the hostess guessed from his scholarly attire that he had a thin face, so she smiled honestly and without saying much, directly took a bowl, squeezed out the milk in front of him, and brought it to his table.
Fortunately, Ye Wumian was prepared and looked away, thus avoiding the indecent look.
"First give your son some at random, and then I'll give you a bottle. Seeing that you're also on the road, it's necessary to prepare some on the way."
This time, he didn't squeeze in front of her. He turned around and went into the house.
Ye Wumian looked at the bowl of milk with no evil thoughts, as if looking at a concrete symbol of maternal love.
He gently said to Yun Sheng: "Little guy, you are a blessed person. Although this mistress is not your mother, she took the initiative to give you milk. I dreamed about your family the next day. Be sure to tell them, bless this kind mistress~"
Xiao Yunsheng screamed "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," he twisted his tiny limbs, bringing out a burst of milky fragrance.
Ye Wumian loved Yun Sheng from the bottom of his heart, smiled slightly, and fed Yun Sheng milk one spoon at a time.
Maternal love is great and breast milk is pure. Although the mistress of the porridge shop was born rough and has no beauty, she has a kind heart.
Yunsheng enjoyed the milk happily, with a satisfied smile on his fat little face.
After a while, the hostess came out, brought a white porcelain bottle, handed it to Ye Wumian, and said with a smile: "There is a lot of milk today, and a whole bottle is filled. Please put it away and give it to your cub to eat on the way. You have one Weak scholar, it will be very difficult for you to take a cub with you."
Ye Wumian tied Yunsheng's swaddling clothes, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the hostess of the porridge shop, saying: "The ancients said, 'The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water', let alone Precious breast milk. This tattoo contains two taels of silver to express my gratitude. Please accept it no matter what, mother."
The hostess refused many times, but Ye Wumian insisted on giving it, but she couldn't resist him, so she had to accept it.
The hostess was quite uneasy after receiving so much, and asked: "Where are you going, little Xiucai? If you want to go eastward, my brother is ferrying a boat on the Lu River. I'll go and tell him and I'll take you." These two people and one horse can carry them across the river. Although the river is not very wide, it is also quite deep. It is much more convenient to have a boat to borrow power!"
