Chi Xingyue got dressed, got off the kang, tied her hair up simply and went out. She found that today didn't seem as cold as usual.
Yes, it's already the first month of the year. Soon, spring will come and the flowers will bloom.
Chi Xingyue came out of the west room and found the yard quiet.
Just as she was curious, Baozhu came out from the small kitchen to pass on the message.
"Second Young Madam, the Second Young Master is in the backyard collecting wool with everyone, and the Second Master is accompanying the Second Madam in Tinglan Courtyard making clothes."
Chi Xingyue nodded and was about to leave when Baozhu stopped her: "Second Young Master's Madam, the Second Young Master has instructed that you must finish breakfast before leaving."
Chi Xingyue: "..."
Okay, okay, she eats it, she can’t be ungrateful.
After drinking a bowl of hot tofu pudding and eating a steamed bun stuffed with mushrooms and chicken, Chi Xingyue trotted to the backyard and saw everyone rolling up their sleeves and washing wool in a large basin.
The basin was placed on the fire, but the water was not very hot.
The weather was cold, and Ling Qi kept pouring cold water into the water, so even if the firewood was burning brightly, the water wouldn't boil.
Although you can't use too much force when washing wool in this way, your hands won't get frostbite.
As for whether the wool shrinks or not, Ling Jiheng no longer cares.
A few material possessions can't compare to the brothers who share life and death with you.
When Ling Jiheng saw Chi Xingyue coming, he shook off the water droplets on his arms and came over to greet her.
Chi Xingyue's eyes were focused on a ball of wool that had just been taken out of the basin and hung on a hemp rope. In just three seconds, it was frozen solid.
Well, Yangmao personally tested it and found that the weather didn’t get warmer. She had an illusion when she went out.
But it doesn’t matter, sweet potato vines don’t grow in the blink of an eye.
This period of time is just enough for her to grow seedlings.
Chi Xingyue was helping out at the side, but he was kicked out after working for less than a quarter of an hour.
She said there were so many young men in the family that a delicate girl like her wouldn't have to work so hard.
Chi Xingyue didn't force it and went straight to Tinglan Courtyard.
It's even more lively here than yesterday. The old lady, the old man, and Wan Chunqin all have nothing to do, so they come over to help.
Although they couldn't do much, they could still chat, serve tea, and record data.
Shu Muyun had made a horse-faced skirt for Chi Xingyue before, so this time he was very adept at it.
With absolute advantage, he became the leader of the garment-making team.
"Here, pay attention to these two lines pressing..."
Chi Xingyue felt that at this moment, her mother-in-law did not look like a woman who was confined in the house with nothing to do, but rather like a military strategist galloping on the battlefield.
That focused and serious look reminded Chi Xingyue of professional women working hard in the modern workplace, demonstrating their value with their wisdom and ability.
Perhaps, women of this era also need such a platform and opportunities.
She collected her thoughts, walked lightly over to the old lady and the old man, and then stood quietly in the corner, listening to Shu Muyun talk about the essentials of making clothes.
It was not until noon that a group of people came to Rongsiyuan, where they ate and shared their insights.
During this time, Shu Muyun asked Chi Xingyue: "Since you are so interested in needlework, would you like to consider joining us?"
Chi Xingyue shook her head frantically. In order to avoid working, she even belittled herself: "Mom, I'm clumsy and can't learn."
Shu Muyun rolled his eyes and thought to himself, you are the only one who is clumsy. Could those sweaters, scented soaps, folding flower stands, mushroom flower troughs, gold powder couplets, and novelty cakes be made by someone else?
There has to be a limit to being modest, otherwise it will become arrogance.
But he didn't force it. After all, they had been together for half a year and he knew Chi Xingyue's personality to some extent.
Lazy, smart, easy-going, and not having any desires.
When others come up with an idea to make money, they can't wait to hold on to it, rent a shop, hire people, and make a lot of money.
As for her, once she has an idea, she's not afraid of it being plagiarized. She doesn't do long-term business, it's basically a one-time deal.
If it were another girl, she might have used the recipe to exchange for power and status.
As for her, she was exiled with the Ling family, and the wife of the second young master of the richest family fell into the status of an ordinary person, but she didn't feel any psychological gap at all.
It's quite weird.
Geng Suhua asked, "Xingyue, have you come up with another idea to make money?"
Chi Xingyue shook her head: "No, I'm just a little tired recently and don't want to move."
She was just looking for an excuse to avoid work, and by the way, she entered the space and buried the tubers.
Shu Muyun had the wrong idea, and his eyes were as bright as those of a few hundred-watt light bulb. He quickly asked someone to call Doctor Cheng over.
Chi Xingyue was completely confused until someone asked about her period. Then she realized, "Mom, I'm fine. I..."
Before she could explain, Dr. Cheng put his finger over her.
The more he felt Ling Jiheng's pulse, the weirder his expression became. He looked at Ling Jiheng suspiciously for several times before he said with a constipated look, "It's nothing. I just didn't get enough sleep and I'm sleepy."
Shu Muyun was disappointed, but he was still trying to comfort Chi Xingyue: "It's okay, you are still young, just take another two years to recuperate, and then we can have a boy!"
What else could Chi Xingyue say? Of course he nodded frantically.
Well, she was so embarrassed by this.
Even Ling Jiheng couldn't hold it in any longer and was scolded when he sent Doctor Cheng back to the house.
"What's wrong with you? That night... you didn't even succeed with your young wife?"
Ling Jiheng touched his nose and said in a low voice, "I would like to, but they won't let me!
You also know that Xingyue got the medical saint's notes, which said that women can only conceive at the age of eighteen.
I finally got a wife, so of course I can't let her be in any danger.
I can’t bear it, I’ll wait until the time comes…”
Doctor Cheng's pupils dilated. "Are you serious? Since ancient times, haven't women been able to marry when they reach the age of 15?"
Ling Jiheng sighed, "I knew you would think this way, so I didn't dare to tell you the truth.
Just think about it, how can a teenage girl grow up well if she is so skinny?
I'm still a child, and I'm about to have another one. It's a life-or-death struggle.
Think about the servants in the family. They basically have to wait until they are eighteen or nineteen years old before they can get married.
But how many of them have had problems during production?"
Although things are not so absolute, they are almost correct.
The reason why it has not been exposed is not only because of the medical skills passed down from generation to generation, but also because of political factors.
In ancient times, life expectancy was low and the population needed to be constantly replenished.
Lowering the average childbearing age of women is undoubtedly the most cost-effective method.
Ling Jiheng had no intention of breaking this social atmosphere. After all, it was the foundation of the stability of feudal rule.
I warned Doctor Cheng and told him to keep it in mind and not to go out and tell anyone about it, then I went back to Rongsiyuan.
He said hello to the old lady and took Chi Xingyue back to the house.
The two sat on the kang and looked at each other for a few seconds, and couldn't help laughing.
Chi Xingyue grabbed his arm and brought him into the space.
The two of them worked quickly, planting potatoes and sweet potatoes in the freshly turned soil.
He also brought a few buckets of spiritual spring water from the river to water the plants so that the little sprouts could grow healthily.
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