Pei Ji walked into the bathroom and was almost suffocated by the smell.
In fact, the Xue family's toilet was quite clean. They lit the insect repellent incense made by Xue's mother, which not only drove away insects but also dispelled the unpleasant odor. There was also a bucket of water in the corner, and a small bamboo basket with straw paper hanging on the wall.
If it were the public toilets in the village, the smell would be suffocating.
But the toilet in this farmer's house can never compare to the one in the palace.
Pei Ji felt uncomfortable all over after coming out. He felt that he was contaminated with a strange smell. He quickly walked to the water tank by the wall and scooped some water to wash his hands.
There were a few lotus flowers in the water tank, but it was not yet time for them to sprout leaves and bloom. Sometimes when Xue's father caught fish, he would keep the big ones in the tank and eat them slowly.
The water in the tank is rainwater, which is just right for washing hands after going to the toilet.
Back in the room, Xue Huan was about to lie down again when she found Pei Ji still standing in front of her. "Go to sleep, why are you following me?"
Pei Ji hesitantly stated his purpose: "Can I sleep with you?"
Xue Huan almost suspected that she was hallucinating. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down, staring at his eyes for a long time. They were still so clear and innocent. It was certain that he had lost his memory, otherwise she would have thought that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
Pei Ji avoided her burning gaze and said angrily, "Forget it if it doesn't work. I'm not afraid of the dark."
Xue Huan couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that this guy was afraid of the dark when he was a child?
"You can't sleep with me, but... we can put our beds together."
Xue Huan moved the screen in the middle away, and she and Pei Ji lifted his bed over, and the two single beds suddenly became a large, wide bed.
"You won't be afraid now, right?" Xue Huan lay down, stretched out one hand from under the quilt and let Pei Ji grab it.
Grabbing that hand, Pei Ji was surprised to find that her hand was so much smaller than his own and very soft. He couldn't help but pinch it.
Xue Huan turned over and muttered, "Stop playing and go to sleep."
Pei Ji closed his eyes immediately and slept until dawn without any nightmares.
The next day was Xue Yao's day off. In ancient times, holidays were not called holidays, but rest days.
Rest day, rest day means you are given a day off to take a bath and wash your hair.
In ancient times, washing hair and taking a bath was not as convenient as it is today. It was time-consuming and laborious. Boiling water alone was not an easy task. Therefore, ancient people did not wash their hair and take a bath often, and each wash took a long time.
However, there is no smog pollution in this era, the air is fresh and there is little dust, so it is not that dirty.
After boiling water, each family member takes a bath one by one.
The warm February sunshine filled the yard. The flowers in the flowerbed to the west were bright and colorful butterflies were flying. Xue's mother sat on a small stool and carefully washed Xue Jun who was lying on the bench.
Xue Jun closed her eyes, her thick and curled eyelashes were dyed with a layer of light gold, and her skin was so white that it seemed to be melting.
Her long hair was soft, yellowish and thin. When it was let down, it fell like a waterfall, and was gradually dyed golden by the sunlight.
Xue Huan was on the other side, with the basin on a chair, standing and bending over to wash.
There was a bucket of hot water next to the chair so that she could add water at any time.
Although there is no shower here, it is quite comfortable to scoop water with a ladle and pour it over your head.
Soapberry leaves are used to wash hair. At first, Xue Huan thought that it would not be clean enough, but when she actually washed her hair, she found that soapberry leaves have a strong cleaning ability and can even produce bubbles. After washing, there is also a light, fresh and natural fragrance.
Not much worse than shampoo.
After the three women in the house finished washing, it was the turn of the two men.
Xue Yao could wash by himself, but Pei Ji needed help. Xue Huan sighed, walked over and helped him wash without complaint.
There was nothing she could do. It was her fault for bringing him back because she was attracted by his beauty.
Now we have to serve him well.
Originally, she had him bend over and stand in front of the chair to wash him, but he was too tall, and even if he bent over, she would still be tired to wash him, so she simply had him lie down on the bench so that she could sit.
Seeing him lying quietly with his eyes closed, his face so handsome that it made people unable to close their legs was exposed in front of her without any cover, Xue Huan felt that she was okay again.
Of course, the premise is that he doesn't speak. Once he speaks, his peerless male god temperament will be gone.
Xue Huan's hair was loose, tied loosely with only a hairband. After helping Pei Ji wash his hair, her hair was half dried by the sun.
The sun is a pure natural automatic dryer, and it leaves a dry fragrance after drying.
Looking at her sister, who was sitting on the stool and was as delicate and beautiful as a doll, Xue Huan suddenly felt an itch in her hands. "Jun'er, can I help you braid your hair?"
Xue Jun: "Okay."
Xue Huan stood behind her enthusiastically and braided a loose but not messy, casual but exquisite fishbone braid for her. She also used local materials and picked some small flowers from the flower garden to braid into the braid.
Xue Jun sat obediently and quietly, letting her play with her hair.
After the finished product was completed, Xue Huan turned to Xue Jun, admired it, nodded with satisfaction, and showed it off to Xue's mother and the others: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"
Facing everyone's unanimous gazes, Xue Jun felt a little embarrassed, and a thin layer of red appeared on his face, making him look even more attractive.
Xue's mother nodded with a smile: "It looks great."
Xue Yao also followed suit and praised.
Xue Huan immediately said, "Then I'll give you one, too, okay?"
She hasn't gotten over her masturbation addiction yet.
Xue Yao shook his head like a rattle, "I don't need it, sister." Fearing that he would be drafted, he ran into the house, "I haven't finished the homework assigned by the teacher yet."
Xue Huan turned her gaze and landed on Pei Ji, who was sitting leisurely beside the flower bed, drying his hair and playing with insects. When he noticed the unignorable gaze behind him, he immediately looked over with vigilance.
Xue Huan walked over with a smile like Grandma Wolf, "Akang, I'll braid your hair into a nice braid, okay?"
Pei Ji: "No." He didn't want to wear that kind of effeminate braid.
However, his protest was ineffective, and in the end he was pressed down on the stool, and his hair fell into Xue Huan's hands.
Dahei lay on one side, staring with his black eyes without blinking.
Suddenly, it stood up and stared outside the yard vigilantly. A butterfly that had originally landed on its ear was startled away.
Xue Huan knew someone was coming.
Sure enough, after a while, a donkey cart stopped outside the yard and two people got off the cart. The one in front was a middle-aged man in his forties with a slightly protruding belly. He was wearing a blue satin brocade robe of fine texture and a jade belt around his waist.
Slightly behind was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, wearing a snow-white spring shirt embroidered with snow-green bamboo branches and leaves. With his handsome fair face, he looked like a truly romantic young man.
These two people are none other than the Chen family father and son, Mr. Chen and the original owner’s fiancé, oh no, the ex-fiancé Chen Qing.
No wonder the original owner fell in love with him. This guy is really handsome, a real young hunk.
However, Xue Huan didn't like this. She liked handsome men with sharp edges and corners, like her own Akang, who was handsome but also had masculine qualities. Chen Qing was too weak.
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