Hot water bottles seemed to have appeared during the Song Dynasty in her time. However, based on factors such as productivity, the world she has transmigrated to should be in an earlier period of division in the Southern Dynasties, with various states in constant turmoil.
People's livelihoods are in a state of decline and stagnation, so it's normal that hot water bottles, which represent a pursuit of quality of life, haven't been invented yet.
Yuwen Sheng had never heard of this before. In the past, if the blankets were not warm enough, he would have to go to sleep feeling cold all over.
"Let me get you another basin of hot water. Don't soak your feet for too long this time. Go to sleep as soon as your feet feel warm."
This time, she watched as the water was brought over. When she estimated that it was about time, she took the water away and urged him to go to sleep.
This time, Yuwen Sheng didn't cause any more trouble.
Lying in this unfamiliar room, he initially disliked the bedding Zheng Quchi had used, but after a while, he felt his feet, which had finally warmed up, begin to cool down. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled over the new cotton quilt that Zheng Quchi had used to dry in the sun and covered himself with it.
That's how people are; once they've experienced warmth, they don't want to go back to the coldness of the past.
After covering his feet with the blanket for a while, he felt warm again, and then he closed his eyes contentedly and slept soundly until dawn.
When he woke up the next day, he was somewhat dazed.
Over the years, he has never truly slept soundly, and chronic sleep deprivation has often left him in a state of uncontrollable agitation.
But sleeping for too long at once also made his temples feel a bit swollen.
It was very noisy outside early in the morning, and he heard voices.
"Second sister, youngest sister wants to play too."
"No, children shouldn't touch scissors. Do you like birds? I'll cut one for you."
Yuwen Sheng pushed open the door, and a chill swept over him. Autumn was receding and winter was approaching; it shouldn't be long before it snowed in Fuxian County.
Standing on the fence and looking up, the courtyard during the day offers a completely different experience.
The sky was a clear blue with fluffy white clouds. The leaves of the fruit trees planted around the garden had turned yellow, and they drifted down slowly in the breeze. Under the bamboo pavilion, Zheng Quchi and a child of a few years old were sitting on a stone stool, fiddling with something.
"What are you doing?" Yuwen Sheng walked over.
"You're awake, wait a minute."
Zheng Quchi was completely focused on cutting paper with the scissors he had borrowed from next door, his movements fluid and rapid.
The scissors of today are different from those of the modern ones. They are U-shaped, similar to those unearthed from the Western Han Dynasty. Although they can still cut, they are not as easy to use as the later improved versions.
After a few practice sessions, she became quite skilled at paper cutting, and if she wasn't satisfied with something, she could simply trace it with a paper cutter.
Paper cutting is an ancient folk art that is loved by many people. Zheng Quchi once witnessed the performance of an old craftsman. He said that paper cutting itself is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the superb thinking ability, which can cut thousands of times without breaking and carve ten thousand times without falling off.
First, draw a picture in your mind, then connect any of the composition points in the picture. Use scissors to cut, and use a carving knife to carve out the gaps between the lines. The resulting hollowed-out picture is a beautiful paper-cutting painting.
Coincidentally, drawing in one's mind is one of Zheng Quchi's strengths, and she is skilled in the method of regression.
Once something is memorized, she can fully reconstruct it through specific memory points.
Okay.
As she unfolded the paper, a lifelike little bird leaped onto it, and she gave it to her youngest sister who had been waiting for her.
"Wow~" The little girl excitedly took it, then happily held it and spun around.
"Be careful not to fall."
"Thank you, Second..."
"cough!"
"elder sister."
After teaching this child all morning, I've finally managed to get her to stop calling me that.
"Alright, call him brother-in-law, and then you can go have fun by yourself."
Brother-in-law?
What is it?
Yao Mei tilted her head and looked at Yuwen Sheng beside her. His usually pale complexion was much better now because he had slept well. He smiled and looked gentle and easy to get along with, but Yao Mei looked at him with a little timidity.
"Sister, brother-in-law."
Obediently calling out, the youngest sister quickly took the sparrow that Zheng Quchi had cut out and went to find Brother Sang.
Zheng Quchi said to Yuwen Sheng, "I'm cutting paper."
I've heard of paper cutting before.
"Besides cutting out birds, what else can you cut out?" Yuwen Sheng sat on the stone stool, casually fiddling with a part of the "囍" character she had cut out.
"Actually, I don't know many things, but I cut out a lot of red double happiness patterns. I cut out a few and paste them on the door to make it more festive."
Originally, Brother Sang asked her to go and buy it, but the miserly Zheng Quchi refused. She would never let others make money off her if she could handle it herself.
He picked up a "囍" character.
Bright red, the color of blood, is this what celebration is?
The smile on his lips remained.
Why red?
It should clearly represent misfortune and bloodshed, shouldn't it?
"You don't like red?"
He thought for a moment and said, "No, that's not it."
"There's only one left."
Yuwen Sheng wasn't interested in this. He sat to the side with an empty look in his eyes, gazing at the leisurely white clouds in the sky. At that moment, a hand was handed over from the side.
"Here, this is for you."
He snapped out of his daze and glanced over.
"Besides birds, all I know how to do is paper-cut window decorations. This is a peony, which represents elegance, prosperity, and also symbolizes fulfillment and a happy life."
He reached out and took it, thinking it was quite pretty: "There are so many ways to play with something made of paper."
"Just for good luck."
Zheng Quchi stood up and looked at the sky: "If you are prone to feeling cold, you should get more sun, otherwise you will feel even worse in winter. I need to go to the county town to buy some things I need. Is there anything you would like me to bring back?"
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