Seeing that the two brothers didn't know what to do, the Xu Yue sisters came out. Xu Erniang took the child and shook it gently while saying:
"Children at this stage cry out, either because they are hungry or because they feel uncomfortable somewhere. He has been fed milk three hours ago, and now it is almost time for the next meal. I hold him in my arms and feed him first, but my wife's milk is not flowing.
If it’s too much, I’m afraid it won’t be enough to eat.”
Just as Zhao Bei was about to ask if he had to find a wet nurse, Xu Erniang continued: "We have already found a ewe in the backyard of the hotel. Remember to boil the squeezed milk before bringing it over."
After saying that, he entered the house.
Xu Yue stood in front of the door and looked at the two men who didn't know what to do yet. She sighed lightly and assigned them directly.
"Uncle Zhang, go milk the goat. Uncle Xuande, go wash the lady's clothes."
The two of them didn't have a chance to think about whether it would damage the grown man's face if he did something that only servants could do. They nodded and went about their business.
It is said that Zhao Bei's family was poor when he was young, but the comparison of his "poor family" is those powerful families. In fact, compared with ordinary people, they are much better. Not only do they have servants to take care of daily life, but they also have books to read.
Therefore, as long as Zhao Bei, he could count the number of times he washed clothes with one hand.
Before entering Xujiazhuang, there was always no shortage of people around him. Even if there were only three brothers left, his two younger brothers would take the initiative to take on his daily life.
Moreover, Mrs. Gan followed him all the way, and she arranged his personal clothes.
Therefore, Zhao Bei, who was squatting in the yard, looked at the large basin of blood-stained clothes in front of him. He was lost in thought for a long time, and then he rolled up his Confucian shirt and picked up water to wash the clothes.
The temperature in the first month was much warmer than in winter, but the well water was still cold. Zhao Bei stretched his hand into the water and shivered immediately.
He was lost in thought again, wondering if he was thinking about the scene when Mrs. Gan was doing his own laundry. He was lost in thought for a while, scrubbing for a while, and it took him more than an hour to wash the clothes in the basin.
When drying the clothes, Zhao Bei discovered that the clothes were the dark clothes that Mrs. Gan wore when they fled north. They were long, fat and had a lot of water.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the narrow-sleeved tops and trousers that Xu Yue's family loved to wear, and couldn't help but sigh at the simplicity of this kind of clothing. It not only saves fabric, but also makes cleaning easier.
When Zhao Bei dried his clothes and returned to the room, Zhao Adou had already eaten and went to bed. Only half of the bowl of hot goat milk that Zhang Fei received was left.
Zhao Yun also washed the diapers. Under Xu Erniang's guidance, he sat on the kang outside and learned to make diapers out of silk.
It would be nice for children from poor families to use old clothes from adults. Most of them would have their buttocks bare and pick up some straw or something when they were dirty. Silk would be considered a luxury.
But the three brothers loved Zhao Adou very much. Zhao Yun used the money he earned from helping with security in Xujiazhuang in the past two months to buy half a piece of silk to make clothes and diapers for Zhao Adou.
He didn't do it before because he thought that the eldest brother would at least bring a wet nurse or a maid over.
But he didn't expect that Zhao Bei came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything.
But even if he wanted to prepare, given his current small position in the government office, he didn't get much attention from Gongsun Zan, and his money was tight, so he couldn't afford to prepare.
Of course, the reason why he still holds that small position cannot be said to have nothing to do with Xu Da.
Zhao Yun has picked up needle and thread, so naturally Zhao Bei, as a husband, cannot stay idle.
Xu Yue first taught him how to rinse Mrs. Gan's private parts to keep them clean, and then gave him a confinement meal recipe and asked him to prepare four meals a day for Mrs. Gan according to the meals on the recipe.
Grain ants
I originally wanted to eat six meals a day, but thinking about the current living conditions, Xu Yue had no choice but to give up.
Zhao Bei, who had never been in a kitchen before, took the menu into the small kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ingredients delivered in advance by the front desk.
He was only halfway relieved when he was stumped by the idea of making a fire.
It was true that he had never lit a fire when he was sleeping in the wild, but the fire in this stove seemed to be a strange thing. It took him a long time before it ignited.
By this time, Zhao Bei had taken off his Confucian shirt and put on Xujiazhuang's unique clothes, without any trace of elegance.
Xu Yue looked on amused but did not interfere.
Zhao Bei didn't want to be watched by a child watching his own jokes, so he secretly competed with the kitchen, shouting in his heart that he must win this small kitchen, so as not to let the little girl at the door look down on him!
Zhao Bei was busy making chicken soup while adding oil to the iron pot and adding vegetables.
Although the cooked dishes looked very poor and the taste was probably not much better, it made Mrs. Gan burst into tears after eating them.
"Master, did you really make this by yourself?" Mrs. Gan asked in disbelief with red eyes.
Zhao Bei wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and nodded. Seeing that Mrs. Gan didn't open her mouth to eat the food he fed, he thought she was crying because it tasted bad, and he was very embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Gan suddenly leaned into his arms and said movedly: "This is the first time that the slave family has eaten food cooked by the master. Master, you are so kind to the slave family."
Zhao Bei was startled, and then smiled with relief, "Madam worked hard to give birth to Adou for me. It's only right that I do this for Madam."
But looking at Mrs. Gan's happy face, Zhao Bei felt a little guilty.
If he hadn't had no choice now, he wouldn't have done so many tedious things himself, let alone a man like himself, doing laundry and cooking for women.
It's just that here in Xujiazhuang, no one seems to say anything when a man does such a thing. In addition, the Xu family has no servants, and even the brothers Wang and Xu Yue do their own things, so he started to do this.
To say 'should', that's not necessarily true.
Because from ancient times to the present, only women should do these things, and no men should do these things.
But somehow, looking at the satisfaction and happiness that he had never experienced before in Mrs. Gan's eyes, Zhao Bei found that he actually didn't have so many "forces".
But the prerequisite for all this is that there is no one else around him.
If his colleagues knew that he was cleaning the place for his wife, they would probably never interact with him again.
However, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, according to what he knew in the past, when a woman gives birth to a child, she just howls a few times, and then the child is born.
But I have never thought about how a woman can give birth to such a big child with only a small amount of space.
I heard that five out of ten women died during childbirth... Zhao Bei glanced at Zhao Adou, who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed. It was really hard for such a big child to come out of such a small place. Unbelievable.
Looking at Mrs. Gan who was particularly attached to him in his arms, Zhao Bei felt that he should treat her better.
Although after seeing the devastation in that place, he might have secret thoughts about her in the future, but she did suffer, and what he did today should be considered as compensation.
