Moreover, this "Hundred Children Clothes" not only expresses a mother's wish for her children to grow up safely from a metaphysical perspective, but also has practical functions - it is equivalent to an underwear version of the smallpox vaccine.

Su Qingluan had heard that before the invention of smallpox vaccine and cowpox vaccination, children would be made to wear the underwear of recovered smallpox patients to actively infect themselves with the weaker smallpox virus. She didn't expect that she would actually encounter this herself.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had also worn this kind of hundred-child clothes when she was a child?

At this time, Su Qingluan saw that Sun Guixiang had been trying to thread the needle for a long time without success, and her forehead began to sweat. She smiled and said, "Auntie, I know a very easy way to thread the needle. It doesn't require so much effort."

As he spoke, he placed the cotton thread in the palm of his hand under the other person's puzzled gaze, letting the side of the sewing needle with the needle hole lie on the cotton thread in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he pinched the tip of the sewing needle with a little force, and rubbed the cotton thread on the palm of his hand back and forth with the tail of the sewing needle.

After a while, the cotton threads became tangled together. Su Qingluan gently pulled the tangled cotton threads, and the cotton threads passed through the needle hole.

"Eh?!" Sun Guixiang opened her eyes wide in disbelief. "Qingluan, are you performing a magic trick?"

Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know why, I just happened to find that this method can help me thread the needle very quickly, so I wrote it down."

This is not a lie, but the process of "accidental discovery" was through a short video on the Internet in my previous life, but this is not something I can tell outsiders.

Sun Guixiang is a pregnant woman, and she is already in the middle and late stages of her pregnancy. Her lower limbs are slightly swollen. Su Qingluan feels that if she continues to bother her like this,

Su Xueyan loved the kite so much that she was reluctant to leave. Although her good upbringing would not let her do anything disrespectful like hoarding something from someone else, her dark eyes gazing longingly at the kite would surely evoke a certain pity in anyone.

So Sun Guixiang simply told the little girl to take the kite back and play with it slowly, and return it when she had enough fun.

The subtext of this statement is: The kite has been given to the child, so there is no need to send it back!

Su Qingluan quickly declined: "It's already a bother to ask you to help look after my younger sister, how can you also take things?"

Sun Guixiang smiled and said, "There's no one to play with it at home anyway. It'll be several years before this baby in my belly is old enough to fly a kite! If you're interested, why not bring your sister to attend my baby's third-day baptism?" At this point, Sun Guixiang lowered her eyes to look at her belly, her voice a little low, "This child is a bit unlucky, being born in the cold winter."

Su Qingluan originally thought that Sun Guixiang was superstitious about the fortune of the eight characters, so she quickly comforted her, "I heard that children born in winter are smart and sensible. Maybe you have given birth to a top scholar?"

Although Su Qingluan herself did not have the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls, she thought that there was no one in ancient times who did not want to have a son, so she "followed the local customs" and said auspicious words that pregnant women would like to hear.

Unexpectedly, Sun Guixiang showed no sign of joy. She gave a wry smile and said, "What's with all the talk about the number one scholar? The most important thing is for this child to survive this cold winter. Alas, children born in winter always have a much harder time than in the warmer spring and summer."

Only then did Su Qingluan understand that as a mother, Sun Guixiang did not ask her children to be rich and powerful, but only to grow up safely. However, in this era, even this most ordinary and simple wish would be difficult to achieve.

An idea struck her, and she asked, "Aunt, my family is looking for temporary workers these days. If your uncle Li is free, you can come and help out and earn some money. I'll post the details on the village notice board today or tomorrow."

After hearing Su Qingluan's words, Sun Guixiang stopped being immersed in sadness and worry. She immediately looked up and smiled, "That's great. The last time you renovated your house, you hired people at a fair price. My head of the family was even mad that we didn't get a chance to recruit workers!"

Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Auntie, no matter who in my family is shortchanged, Uncle Li will never be shortchanged!"

After a few more pleasantries, Su Qingluan took her sister home.

Although there is still some time before Su Guangfu and Yang return, Su Qingluan decided to start working on her own today.

This year, the tofu vendors were selling braised tofu, which was incredibly tender and smooth, with a rich bean aroma. Su Qingluan bought a piece and planned to make a hot and sour soup with fried bean curd, so the whole family could enjoy some warm food in the increasingly cool weather.

At first, Su Qingluan was still struggling to start a fire. However, despite the difficulty, Su Qingluan had already had several experiences of starting a fire independently. Although she once again turned herself into a big cat, she was able to avoid danger and prevent the kitchen from turning into a black wind cave.

At the same time, Su Qingluan poured half a pot of cold water into the pot to prevent the bottom of the pot from being burned when cutting tofu. After all, it was a fine iron pot bought for dozens of taels of silver, and Su Qingluan was reluctant to have a big hole burned through it.

During this break, Su Qingluan cut the tofu into small pieces of one inch square. After all the pieces were cut, she simply rinsed them with water, poured out the water at the bottom of the pot and waited for the pot to dry completely.

Next, pour in the soybean oil soaked in citrus peel. When the oil temperature is hot enough to produce small bubbles and slowly roll, it means the oil temperature is high enough and you can slowly slide the tofu into the pot in batches.

This can prevent tofu cubes from being thrown into the pot from splashing soybean oil and scalding the skin, and it can also prevent the tofu from being put into the pot together and causing sticking, which is like killing two birds with one stone.

When the tofu cubes gradually surfaced and tumbled in the oil pan, Su Qingluan knew the tofu puffs were ready, so she quickly scooped them out with a strainer.

Su Xueyan smelled the aroma of oil and ran out of the room. Seeing the wrinkled and shrunken tofu, she exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, your fried tofu is wrinkled!"

Su Qingluan looked back after hearing this and was amused: the bean curd had gradually become wrinkled due to losing the support of high temperature and frying, and the surface was full of crisscrossing grooves.

So she explained with a smile: "Only by creating wrinkles like this can it better absorb the soup and become more delicious!"

As she spoke, Su Qingluan pinched a piece of fried tofu puff and put it into Su Xueyan's mouth.

Su Xueyan chewed it and it had the same bean aroma as usual, except this time it had a hint of oil. "It still tastes like tofu!" The little girl was a little dissatisfied.

Su Qingluan blinked: "That's because the seasoning depends on the soup outside."