Farmer of Shu Han

Some people say that they need to change clothes. Generally speaking, they refer to the latrine.

Of course, there are also people who escaped by changing clothes. For example, Emperor Gaozu used an excuse to change clothes at the Hongmen Banquet, so he escaped. This is the so-called shit escape, urine escape.

Zhang Xing also thought that she really wanted to change her clothes, but when she was helped back to the mansion and looked at the changed clothes, she realized that they were stained with blood.

Immediately, I was terrified, and cried out with a "wow" in fright.

"What's the matter, Si Niang?"

Zhang Xiahou heard crying outside and rushed in.

Zhang Xing threw himself into Grandma's arms, and said in a crying voice, "Grandma, I'm sick and bleeding from below, am I about to die?"

Zhang Xiahou, who had already had a premonition, breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Hearing what the little daughter said, he patted her on the back dumbfounded, and comforted her: "Siniang, don't cry, this is not sick, it's coming to heaven .”

"Tiangui?"

Zhang Xing raised his head with tears in his eyes, dazed.

"Yes," Zhang Xiahou squatted down, wiped her tears, and said with a smile, "Si Niang is going to grow up, and she will be an adult from now on."

The youngest daughter came to Tiangui, and Zhang Xiahou was happy, but with a trace of sadness.

The happy thing is that she is finally going to grow up, but the sad thing is that when she grows up, she has to get married and leave her. I don't know which family's son will be cheaper?

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Put on clean clothes first, and then go to the back room to rest."

Zhang Xiahou stood up, patted Zhang Xing's head lovingly, and said.

"What about you, Mom?"

Zhang Xing nodded obediently, but he held Zhang Xiahou's hand tightly.

The little girl encountered the first major event in her life for the first time. Although she was no longer afraid after hearing her mother's explanation, she was always nervous.

"Be good, be obedient. Mom, go and ask the servants to make some ginger soup for you. Remember that you must not touch anything that is cold these days, you know? I won't go to the palace today. You are not feeling well and are not suitable for traveling .”

Hearing this, Zhang Xing let go of his hand.

"But, but my daughter wants to go to the palace to see my sister..."

"I'll wait for you to recover in a few days before going..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiahou was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that her daughter had grown up, maybe she couldn't enter and leave the palace at will like before, right?

Although the emperor is her brother-in-law, there is a difference between men and women after all.

But Zhang Xing didn't notice Zhang Xiahou's expression, after hearing what his mother said, he happily turned around and changed his clothes again.

Today I can no longer enter the palace, the youngest daughter has just seen blood, and the eldest daughter is pregnant again, it is always unlucky for the two to meet.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiahou turned around and left, she wanted to arrange things.

After Zhang Xing had changed his clothes, he was about to go out. He suddenly remembered something, turned around and picked up the woolen pants he had changed, and saw a large blood stain on them.

Immediately, she pursed her mouth, and tears of distress almost flowed down again.

These are the new clothes that Feng Langjun gave him. After wearing them for two days, they have become like this. I don't know if they can be washed clean.

Seeing that Grandma was not there, she carefully wrapped the woolen trousers and put them behind her back, then opened the door gently, looked around, and saw that there was no one else except the maid waiting outside the door.

Zhang Xing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the maid on the spot: "Go, bring a pot of hot water to my room."

Then he quickly walked back to his room with his pants in his arms.

The maid quickly brought the hot water, and Zhang Xing waved her small hand to let her out. Then he closed the door, took out his trousers, soaked the blood-stained place in the basin, and imitated the way a servant does laundry. Look, rubbing hard.

The wool trousers and the clothes are a set, and now she is the only one in Jincheng, and Feng Langjun asked someone to make it for her.

Feng Langjun said in the letter that this was designed by him himself, and it is different from others!

That's why Zhang Xing was anxious to wash it clean, but he couldn't wait for the servants to wash it.

However, she listened to her mother's words again, knowing that she should not touch anything that is cold these days, and she should not touch cold water, so she thought smartly and wanted to wash with hot water.

Unexpectedly, it is better to wash the blood stains with cold water first, but once touched with hot water, it is difficult to wash them off.

So I saw that although the blood stains on the trousers had faded a bit, no matter how she rubbed them, the faint red layer couldn't be washed off.

While washing and washing, Zhang Xing's tears flowed down.

At this time, there were only two beeps from the door, and Mrs. Zhang Xiahou asked outside, "Si Niang, open the door."

Startled, Zhang Xing quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, then hurriedly hid the water basin in a corner, and then ran to open the door.

Although her daughter's eyes were red, Zhang Xiahou knew that she had just cried once not long ago, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She didn't expect that she would cry again before opening the door.

"Come on, drink this bowl of ginger soup."

Zhang Xiahou put the bowl on the table and said to Zhang Xing.

"so spicy!"

Zhang Xing took a few sips, stuck out his tongue, and said to Zhang Xiahou with a bitter face.

"You have to finish the spicy food, it's good for your body. Besides, drinking ginger soup in winter will warm you up."

Mrs. Zhang Xiahou watched Zhang Xing finish drinking the ginger soup, then took her hand, and told her in detail the private affairs that her daughter's family should know.

Hearing this, Zhang Xing only felt a fever on his face, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of the ginger soup or shyness.

"So, my daughter's family will have this time. Si Niang, you have to remember, when you grow up, you will never be the same as before. A lady should look like a lady, so don't be laughed at go."

After Zhang Xiahou finished speaking, she patted Zhang Xing's hand, "Also, when I grow up, I have to get a proper name, and I can't have a nickname anymore. What kind of name does Si Niang want?"

"What kind of name does the mother want to name her daughter?"

Zhang Xing threw himself into Zhang Xiahou's arms, raised his head again when he heard this, and asked with a blushing face.

If the daughter's family chooses a name, even if she is in her boudoir, she can only let her husband's family choose her name after she gets married.

"It stands to reason that your name was taken by you, Aunt, but when you are gone, your elder brother will take it. It's just that we are a family of generals, and we can't compare with those families of poetry and books. Your eldest brother doesn't like reading, either. I can’t even come up with a good name.”

Zhang Xiahou sighed, with a little regret on his face.

"Your second brother's knowledge is good, and he can make him think of the next one."

"Is sister also named after the second brother?"

Zhang Xing asked curiously.

"Of course not. She took it herself." Zhang Xiahou couldn't help laughing, "Back then your elder sister thought that your Aunt's name was not nice, so she made a fuss and wanted to take it herself."

"At that time, there happened to be a colorful butterfly flying by outside her window, so I took a colorful word."

Zhang Xiahou's expression was reminiscent, and he said this leisurely, as if he remembered the interesting story of the eldest daughter who was already a queen.