Chapter 022 Everyone has wristbands
The postman walked out of the courtyard and opened the box. Inside was an ingot of silver and a note. The reason why Feng Aoqing trusted the postman was because of Yuebao and Xingbao.
The postman thought the two babies were adorable and secretly gave them some of his own snacks.
Seeing the three people squatting on the steps, whispering with their heads down, and then eating like little mice, she knew his kindness, so she asked him to do the job, and of course the reward was not low.
Feng Aoqing was in the room for female prisoners. Xingbao and Yuebao didn't want to go there, so Jingtao followed them.
It wasn't long before the other side started cursing: "Jingtao! Come back here! Aren't you afraid the child will learn bad things? What kind of things are in that room?"
"Who are you talking about? You have only been the wife of the royal family for a few days, and you speak like this? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Lu Xiaolian walked to the door, stuck her head out and retorted.
She walked with a swaying gait, and was a woman who was charming to the core. Although she was not extremely beautiful, her drooping hair, almond eyes, and round and smooth face were enough to attract men's attention.
"It's okay to have bloody hands, but we're worried that the child will get his clothes dirty and get sick if he lives in the same room with you!" Mo Shuyuan said softly as she walked out of the house.
Lu Xiaolian didn't get angry either. She walked over and shook her clothes fiercely in front of Mo Shuyuan: "If you were sick, you wouldn't be able to escape! You're so young, but you have a vicious mouth and a bad heart. You really have a mother who gave birth to you but not a mother who raised you."
"You!" Mo Shuyuan quickly covered her mouth with her sleeve, stepped back several steps, and pointed at her nose, saying, "You are now under the protection of my Mo family, yet you still dare to be so arrogant!"
"Then you are wrong. I am under the protection of the young lady. It has nothing to do with you. Don't stand so high. Be careful not to sprain your waist." Lu Xiaolian was not polite at all.
Upon hearing her daughter being scolded, Chen Yilan immediately stepped forward to help.
Then Feng Aoqing roared from inside the house: "Mo Beiyuan!"
The voice was full of energy and could be heard by everyone in the yard, including Mo Beiyuan in the house.
Mo Nanzhou and Mo Mingyuan, who were lying on the corridor at the door, jumped up as if they had been electrocuted.
Mo Mingyuan looked at the situation at the door and winked at Mo Nanzhou who rushed into the house. Mo Nanzhou hurriedly said, "Let's go back. There's no more quarreling. Brother, lie down quickly."
Chen Yilan would go to her son's room several times a day, but was kicked out every time before she could even sit down. When she heard Feng Aoqing calling her son, she was afraid that he would be angry, so she pulled Mo Shuyuan back to the room.
Feng Aoqing lay on the bed and fed the child an apple, smiling and saying, "Sister Xiaolian, don't pay attention to them, there are people who can take care of them!"
Lu Xiaolian came back, swaying, and hugged Yuebao and said, "Baby Yueyue, do you like Aunt Lian?"
"Yeah, I like it. Aunt Lian is the best. She can sing for Yuebao."
"Then what do you think of Aunt Xiu?" Lu Xiaolian asked again.
"Yeah, Aunt Xiu is fine now. She's tying my hair into a bun! It makes Yuebao look pretty! Aunt Lian, do you think I look good?"
"Oh my God, your little mouth must have grown up eating honey! If my Yuebao is not beautiful, who else is beautiful? My Yuebao is the most beautiful baby in the whole Zhaojing!" Lu Xiaolian rubbed her little face.
Children are still young and may not be able to judge whether people are good or bad, but they can feel who treats them well or badly.
Just like they didn’t want the original owner and Mo Shuyuan to hug them before.
An hour later, the postman came back and helped Feng Aoqing buy everything she wanted.
The items were first given to Chen Hetong and Yu Bang for inspection before he sent them over.
Feng Aoqing began to arrange the work.
When everyone looked, they saw cotton, cloth, needles and thread spread out on the mat.
"What? Making cotton clothes in such hot weather?" Third aunt Zhou Xiuyun asked in confusion.
Feng Aoqing laughed and said, "Aunt San, you are going to make me laugh to death."
She demonstrated to everyone that she sewed two pieces of cloth into a small pocket, stuffed it with cotton, sealed the opening, and then sewed two laces to tie it around the wrist. It turned out to be a wrist guard.
"In the past two months, their hands and feet have been injured repeatedly. It's painful and will definitely leave scars. Minglei and Mingyuan are still young, and grandma can't afford to get hurt." Feng Aoqing replied.
Everyone understood that if they could settle down in Hantian Valley in the future, no one would want to mention that they were exiled.
Except for An Jingge, the other women were good at their jobs. Since they had nothing to do in the afternoon, they started working and quickly finished the required quantity.
Especially Jing Tao and Yan Xiu Xiu, both of them did it quickly and beautifully. Feng Ao Qing's skills were also good, but the posture was a bit weird.
She didn't sew with her hands, but put two pieces of cloth together and pressed them on the bed to sew, but no matter what, the seams were tight and smooth.
"Auntie Xiu is the best at sewing. Auntie Xiu, can you embroider little chrysanthemums? Yuebao likes them the most. Can you embroider a little chrysanthemum on my clothes?"
"Okay!" Yan Xiuxiu felt cheerful after being with the two children.
"Aunt Xiu, I like foxtail grass!" Xingbao thought for a moment and said seriously.
This made everyone laugh.
"Son, your hobby is a bit special!" Feng Aoqing tied a knot in the thread in her hand and smiled.
"It's furry and cute!" Xingbao replied with a smile.
"Yes, yes, mother thinks it's very cute too, but I don't know if your Aunt Xiu can embroider it."
"Yes! As long as Xingbao and Yuebao like it, Aunt Xiu will help you embroider it. If you don't know how to do it, I will go and learn it." Yan Xiuxiu replied readily.
The things are ready and Mo Minglei will deliver them.
Even Chen Yilan and Mo Shuyuan had it. Feng Aoqing would not do it for them, but Mo Minglei did it for them, and she did not stop them.
After this matter was done, Feng Aoqing and An Jingge lay down and fell asleep until they were called for dinner.
Mo Nanzhou came to deliver food to Mo Beiyuan.
Mo Beiyuan noticed at a glance that his brother had something extra in his hand, dangling it in front of him like a conspicuous bag.
"What is it?" Mo Beiyuan asked.
"The wrist guard my sister-in-law made for me is very soft. It doesn't hurt at all when I put on this iron chain." Mo Nanzhou said with a smile.
"You're the only one who needs it! A grown man, but you don't practice martial arts. You're so weak that you can't even lift a box." Mo Beiyuan said with disdain.
"Yes, yes, yes, I am weak. My sister-in-law said that I haven't gotten married yet and she was afraid that people would dislike me if I had scars. My sister-in-law is so good to me." Mo Nanzhou even deliberately lifted his foot to show his brother that there was also a scar on his ankle.
After showing off for a while, he left.
"Doing useless things..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Mo Mingyuan, who came in to deliver water, also had a pair in his hand.
"How come you have it too?!" Mo Beiyuan was so angry that he almost threw the bowl in his hand away.
"You mean this wristband? My sister-in-law gave it to me."
"You're a soldier after all. What do these minor injuries and pains mean to you?! You actually..."
"Brother, it's indeed much more comfortable..." Mo Mingyuan touched the wristband, looking very cherishing.
The third person to come in was Feng Aoqing, she came to check the injuries.
"I want to ask you something!" Mo Beiyuan stuttered.
"explain."
"Why did you give them that wristband?"
"Wouldn't it be better to suffer less injuries?"
"I......"
"I didn't think you would want it, so I didn't do it for you. You would definitely say, what does a grown man need this for? Right!"
"Ah, yes."
Feng Aoqing checked the injury, gave him some medicine, and then left. Staying here to rest for a day would be very beneficial for Mo Beiyuan's injury.
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