Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang said "ah" several times, indicating that she remembered it and accepted her brother's favor.

After that, Ding Zhao took Ding Liren to the homes of relatives and friends to pay New Year greetings. Ding Zhuang and Ding Chi received the guests at home.

This matter has nothing to do with Lilac. She spends most of her time dreaming about Duke Zhou.

In the afternoon, Ding Zhao drove an ox cart to take Ding Chi's family back to his home in the county.

Seeing his silly grandson being carried into the car by the two careless couples, Ding Zhuang felt very uncomfortable.

Such a good grandson was brought up like this by them.

In the evening, Ding Xiang watched Mrs. Zhang preparing gifts for her parents' home tomorrow.

Three taels of silver, a set of fine cloth clothes for dad, five kilograms of bacon, two packs of snacks, two packs of brown sugar, two packs of medicine, a piece of coarse cloth for each of the brothers, and ten cents for each of the nieces and nephews.

Zhang's natal family was poor, so she took back most of her private money. Ding Zhuang rewarded her with money to buy a gold hairpin, but she was only willing to buy a pair of gold earrings.

Her parents' home is in the mountains, and the journey takes more than three hours. There is no traffic, not even a wheelbarrow pushed by a person, so you can only carry things on the back of people or animals.

With her two sons, Mrs. Zhang usually goes to her parents' home on the first day and returns the next day. On the fifth day of the lunar month this year, Zhang's father would have turned 50. They wanted to celebrate his birthday and would stay at Zhang's house for a few more days and not return until the sixth day of the lunar month.

The road was far away, and the couple were walking with Ding Lichun. The old scalper carried two large baskets, one for gifts and the other for Ding Liren.

Ding Zhuang couldn't bear to let them take his precious granddaughter. It was too cold for adults to carry her on their backs.

They left at the beginning of the second lunar month. Before leaving, Mrs. Zhang carried Ding Xiang, who was still sleeping soundly, to Ding Zhuang's kang.

The wind was howling outside and the snow was falling. Fearing that his granddaughter would be cold, Ding Zhuang heated the kang to warm her and covered her with a quilt.

Ding Zhuang smiled and looked at his granddaughter for a while, then went to the living room to make a small stool. It was specially made for Lilac, with flowers carved on it, for her granddaughter to sit on when she is older.

Heizi shouted again and wanted to get into the house.

Ding Zhuang knew that Heizi liked his granddaughter, and he also knew that Heizi would not hurt anyone. But I was afraid that it would disturb my granddaughter, so I drove it outside.

Ding Xiang fell asleep in a daze, knowing that she was sleeping and could still hear the movement in the main room. She wanted to wake up but couldn't.

She was so hot that she was sweating all over, and even if she wasn't conscious, she still felt that it smelled much better than usual. Especially in the quilt, the delicious aroma made Ding Xiang sniff. She couldn't help but twist her little body and got into the quilt with her head.

It was getting hotter, not only my body, but also my neck and hair were covered in sweat.

The aroma became stronger and stronger. Ding Xiang felt that her breathing was not smooth, as if she was sleeping more deeply. The sounds in the main room became smaller and smaller.

She was still thinking that she wouldn't die from the heat or smell, right? She was just half a year old, and she was the shortest-lived time-travelling girl even if she died.

What's more, this family is so good that she is reluctant to die.

She tried her best to open her eyes and wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream or open her eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes became bright and wide, and she saw the blue sky, the rising sun, and a small boat traveling on the river. The river surface is rippling with blue waves, and the mountain peaks on both sides are rolling and green.

The boat passed a cliff, and there was a long reclining Buddha in the middle of the cliff. The Buddha statue is very large and long, occupying two-thirds of the width of the mountain peak. Its closed eyes are like two long curved lines, with a peaceful expression.

Just like watching a movie, the camera takes in all the surrounding scenery.

As the boat slowly moved forward, the distant view suddenly zoomed in, giving the boat a close-up.

On the boat, besides the boatman, there were four other people riding on the boat. There was a man and a woman, a boy of seven or eight years old, and the woman was holding a child in her arms.

The woman is wearing a batik blue-based coarse cloth with white flowers, and a handkerchief of the same color on her head. She is arranging the clothes for her child with her head down. Later, he raised his head, with a sad look on his face, and his eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

There is a mole on the side of her right eyebrow, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, and her lips are very thin.

Even if the face changed from black and white paper to three-dimensional color, Lilac could recognize who it was at a glance.

She is the evil slave Mother Li who exchanges children.

Lilac screamed in fright, her limbs flailing.

She exerted all her strength, and the quilt was finally kicked off, and her cry of "ah, ah" was extremely harsh.

Ding Zhuang ran into the house, picked up Ding Xiang and said anxiously, "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Xiang opened her eyes and saw that the person in front of her was Ding Zhuang, not Mother Li. She hugged his neck and cried loudly.

Ding Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his granddaughter must be having a nightmare.

He sniffed, and the aroma in the room was extremely strong. When he smelled his granddaughter, it became even more fragrant.

Ding Zhuang's legs felt weak, and he had the urge to sit down, rest, and smell the fragrance. But seeing his granddaughter sweating profusely, face flushed, and looking very uncomfortable, he didn't dare to rest. He quickly put his granddaughter on the kang, took off his clothes, and wiped the sweat with a dry cloth.

Sweat has soaked through my underwear. Ding Zhuang took off her clothes and covered her with a quilt.

"I brought hot water to give Xiangxiang a wipe. She should lie down properly and not hit the quilt."

There is a small stove next to the wall in the main room, where the kang in the bedroom is burned. The water in the copper pot on the stove is almost boiling.

Ding Zhuang poured a basin of warm water and brought it into the bedroom. He didn't know how to bathe the baby, and he was afraid of freezing the baby, so he could only wipe it.

Wet the handkerchief and wring it out, put it into the quilt and wiped Ding Xiang's body.

After wiping, I discovered that many birds were flying outside the window, chirping and trying to break through the window paper. If you can't rush in, use your sharp beak to cut it.

The window paper was thick, but two holes were pecked out.

Ding Zhuang covered Ding Xiang with a quilt and ran outside the house with a feather duster.

Even if it is snowing, there are more than a dozen birds hovering outside the window, eagerly rushing towards the window.

Ding Zhuang used a feather duster to drive the birds away, and the birds flew into the sky and circled. Most of the birds flew away, but there were still a few smart birds that flew down again after Ding Zhuang entered the house.

The aroma slowly dissipates, and the sound of birdsong outside the window gradually decreases.

Ding Xiang felt much better and calmed down, recalling the "dream" just now.

Why did you dream about Mother Li? The scene in the dream was as clear as if it were happening there. That place is not the winter of ice and snow, but the spring and summer of red flowers and green willows, or the warm south. There is also a long reclining Buddha on the cliff.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

I think about those people every day, even in my dreams.

However, the clothes Mother Li wore were too strange, not like Han people's clothes.

The sweat on my body was wiped off and I felt much more comfortable.

Ding Xiang smiled sweetly at Ding Zhuang and said "ah" several times.

Ding Zhuang laughed his eyes out and took out a small set of clothes from the kang cabinet. A small medium coat and trousers, a small cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers, and then a coat and trousers. Put it on, poop and pee, and clip the diaper in place.

Then heat the milk in the small bowl and feed the cloves with a small spoon.

Ding Xiang now eats cow and goat milk in the morning and evening, and a small bowl of boiled rice porridge at noon. Zhang has prepared milk and rice porridge for today and tomorrow. Just warm them up. For food on the fourth and fifth days of the lunar month, we have to ask the third-bedroom mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to help.