The mid-autumn night in Xiahe Village is very lively.
Regardless of adults, children, or the elderly, they all helped their children and daughters out to admire the moon and watch the fire dragon dance.
There have been several scenes like this in Qiao Mingjin's memory. Under the bright moonlight, fire dragons are flying, villagers are playing with each other, and the village at night is as bright as day...
But memory is one thing, seeing is another.
She had to lament that although people nowadays had little entertainment and rested at sunset, and most of them had never left the village or county boundaries, they still could not conceal their enthusiasm.
Yue Zhongyao, as one of the few survivors who came back from the battlefield alive, was chosen by the village elders to hold the dragon's head. He was very majestic.
Mr. Wu stood on both sides of the road and told everyone he met that his son was very good. He had raised a son who was an errand in the county government. Mr. Wu had a very handsome face and spoke with pride.
Yue Zhongyao's face, red by the firelight, looked away frequently, looking for his wife and daughter in the crowd.
It's just that Qiao Mingjin was hidden in the crowd and didn't pay much attention to him. Instead, Wan'er was led by Mingqi and Liu Zhi, pointing at his father and screaming and jumping...
The Mid-Autumn Fire Dragon danced until early morning and then dispersed.
Many children still reluctantly ran around the village holding small torches, and the adults refused to go home no matter how hard they pulled their ears.
Yue Zhongyao followed Qiao Mingjin with his drowsy daughter in his arms and sent her back to Qiao's house. Mrs. Wu jumped up behind her in anger and shouted several times, but Yue Zhongyao ignored her.
Wan'er was put on the bed by his father and slept soundly. Qiao Mingjin thanked him lightly and sent him out of the door.
Yue Zhongyao stood at the door until he was more exposed, and then returned home sadly...
On the sixteenth day, Qiao Mingjin learned how to drive a carriage and ride a horse from Yue Zhongyao for a whole day, and even Ming Qi learned well.
In the afternoon, after Yue Donggen learned from his mother, Mrs. Sun, that his cousin's family had given him a big horse, he immediately ran over excitedly, clamoring to ask his third uncle to teach him how to ride a big horse.
Wan'er was not happy and became emboldened with her father present. She spoke a few words against him, but was pushed to the ground by Yue Donggen. Both of her palms were torn by the gravel on the ground.
Qiao Mingjin hugged her daughter who was crying loudly and went straight home. Ma was also led away by an angry Mingqi.
The three of them were locked up in the house together with their horses. Ren Yue Zhongyao would not open the door no matter how hard he banged on it outside.
After Qiao Mingjin coaxed her daughter to stop crying, she taught her to write.
It's just that the little thing was thinking about her father, and she had no patience, and her writing was worse than a dog crawling. Qiao Mingjin scolded her a few times, but it didn't work, and felt sorry for her for wasting pen, ink and paper, so she had to put it away.
She didn't want to open the door, so she had to coax her: "Wan'er, would you like me to play picking up pebbles with you?"
"I don't want to play." The little thing said sadly.
"Then let's compete with aunt in abacus, shall we?"
"I don't want to fight either. I can't beat my aunt..."
"How about my aunt accompany you to dig out worms to feed the chickens?" Ming Qi saw that her sister was at her wits' end, so she also thought of a solution.
The little thing's eyes lit up, then dimmed instantly, and she shook her head. She glanced at her mother carefully and said softly, "Mom, I want to go find daddy."
"no!"
The little thing was shouted at by her mother, and her big eyes immediately became misty.
Qiao Mingjin might also feel that her tone was too strong, so she pulled the little thing in front of her and said softly: "As soon as we open the door, your cousin will come in and make trouble again. If you don't let him ride, he will definitely roll on the ground. Wait for him
Mom will come to the door to make trouble again, and her ears should be quiet again. What should I do if Mom is unhappy? Do you want to open the door? "
The little thing was surrounded by her mother. After listening to her mother's words, she also thought of her obscure cousin. She buried her head in her mother's arms and stopped talking.
After a long time, he said: "But I want to play with daddy. Dad was outside knocking on the door just now."
Qiao Mingjin also couldn't understand this little thing's admiration for her father. Logically speaking, the two of them shouldn't have had much contact, and their relationship wouldn't be that deep. Is blood really thicker than water?
Qiao Mingjin sighed and could only coax her: "After your cousin leaves, mother will open the door again, okay?"
Rubbing her daughter's hair, she found that it was covered with a layer of ash, probably from riding horses in the past two days, so she coaxed her, "Can you wash our Wan'er's hair, please?"
Then the little thing became happy: "Okay, mommy will wash Wan'er's hair."
The little thing liked Qiao Mingjin washing and combing her hair very much. When she heard that her mother was going to wash her hair, she immediately twisted around and moved the stool.
Qiao Mingjin laughed when she saw her daughter's impatient expression: "Wait until Mom boils some hot water for you before washing, otherwise you will catch a cold."
"Sister, wash it for me too." Mingqi also followed behind to ask for benefits.
"good."
The aunt and nephew happily held hands and went to the kitchen to boil water...
After the water was boiled, Qiao Mingjin scooped the water into a bucket and brought it to the well platform. He placed a wooden basin upside down beside the well platform, put the wooden basin for washing his hair up, and placed two wooden basins next to the wooden bucket.
After mixing the cold and hot water in the wooden basin, she scattered Wan'er's hair and was about to wash it when she heard the door of the courtyard, which had been quiet for a long time, ring again.
"Wan'er, Wan'er, open the door for Daddy. Daddy is alone."
The little thing just pulled her hair out and wanted to lie down. When she heard the knock on the door, she quickly raised her head, pulled her mother's sleeve and shook it: "Mom, mother, let daddy come in. My cousin is gone."
Qiao Mingjin sighed and let her go, and the little thing immediately ran happily towards the courtyard door.
This caused Mingqi to glare at her several times behind her back.
Qiao Mingjin looked at Yue Zhongyao, who was walking over with his daughter in his arms, with complicated eyes.
"Jin Niang." Yue Zhongyao glanced at Qiao Mingjin carefully.
Qiao Mingjin didn't look at him, but said to her daughter: "Come down. Do you want to wash your hair?"
"It needs to be washed." The little thing immediately slipped from her father's arms and fell to the ground.
Qiao Mingjin didn't say anything. She asked her daughter to sit down on the stool and put her head into the basin.
Maybe the new basin stand is too high and the stool is a little short, so Wan'er's head can never reach the basin.
Qiao Mingjin was thinking about bringing a bench over, or taking down the wooden basin and placing the wooden basin on top of another wooden basin. She was thinking of setting it higher to prevent her daughter from having blood congestion if she lowered her head for a long time.
Dizziness.
It's just that this new wooden basin seems to be a little taller.
It's really inconvenient to wash your hair in these ancient times.
My daughter's hair is not long, which is better. Every time she washes her hair, she always looks dizzy when she gets up, and her neck feels like it is not hers. This long hair cannot be cut, and it is difficult for her every time she washes her hair.
It's all an ordeal.
Qiao Mingjin was frowning and thinking, when Yue Zhongyao saw mother and daughter like this, he said, "I'll hold Wan'er."
As he spoke, he picked up Wan'er. He sat down on the stool, turned his daughter around, carried him on his back, hugged her shoulders, and put her head into the basin.
Qiao Mingjin was stunned for a moment.
Xiao Wan'er was very excited. She put her hands on her father's legs and kept urging her mother: "Mom, wash Wan'er quickly."
Qiao Mingjin came to her senses and pulled up a stool to sit next to her. She put her hand into the basin and tested the water temperature. Then she scooped out the water and slowly wet her daughter's hair.
After her daughter got used to the wetness, she put her head in the water. Then she took the soap bar from Mingqi and rubbed it, then put it on her daughter's hair and started rubbing it.
Yue Zhongyao held his daughter's small, soft body. Looking at his wife's gentle movements, his nose was filled with his wife's body fragrance. His whole person seemed to come alive.
Just now he was rejected by his wife and daughter, and his heart was filled with gloom. He stood alone at the door, as if he had been abandoned. But now that his daughter is in his arms and his wife is by his side, Yue Zhongyao just feels that his whole body
Come to life again.
He also had a smile on his face. Seeing his daughter giggling and twisting around, he said with a smile: "Don't move, water will get into your mouth and nose for a while. Close your eyes, otherwise it will get into your eyes after a while."
It will hurt if you get wet."
The little thing wiped his face with his little hands, and replied with a giggle: "It's closed. It's still more comfortable for daddy to hold. I'll wash it like this next time. Mom, you have to wash it longer this time, so it's clean."
Some, please be fragrant."
Qiao Mingjin felt helpless for a while and said with a smile: "Okay."
Mingqi fetched another bucket of water from the well and said: "Wash quickly, my aunt still has to wash it. Just wash it clean. Why wash it for so long? Get up quickly, it's time to change the water."
No matter how reluctant the little thing was, it was washed after changing the water twice. It was still very reluctant after getting up.
"Mom, I haven't washed it yet, and it doesn't smell good yet."
"Go, go, go, I've washed it three times. If I wash it again, all my hair will fall out." Mingqi stroked her.
"No way." The little thing pouted and looked at her mother.
Qiao Mingjin smiled and said, "It smells good now. Let your father help you wring your hair dry, and mother help your aunt wash it."
"Okay. Daddy, I'll get you a handkerchief, and you can help Wan'er dry her hair."
Yue Zhongyao just responded and saw his daughter running towards the room quickly...
By the time Qiao Mingjin finished washing Mingqi, Yue Zhongyao had already brought a bucket of hot water to Qiao Mingjin.
"You should wash it too. If the hot water is not enough, I will scoop it out. There is still more in the pot."
Qiao Mingjin looked at the large bucket of hot water, then looked at Yue Zhongyao, sighed secretly, and said, "This is enough."
Qiao Mingjin's hair was very long, and it was thrown loosely into a wooden basin. The basin was full, and there was no room for washing. Later, a new wooden basin was made that was deeper.
Even so, the hair still cannot be washed.
Every time she washes her hair, her mind is full of tangles.
In the previous life, I could just wash my hair and take a shower under the canopy and it would be fine, or I could lie down in the shampoo shop with my eyes closed and not have to do anything, and it would be fine soon. But in this life, washing my hair is time-consuming and laborious.
After washing my hair, my clothes will get wet every time. There are no good towels with strong suction that can dry my hair.
Sometimes, she wished she could cut off a large section with scissors.
Yue Zhongyao saw that she was struggling with washing. When he raised his head, the water was still flowing down her collar and into her body. He silently picked up the gourd and poured water on her head.
"You take a stool and sit on the stone platform, and I'll pour water on your head. It'll be better this way."
Qiao Mingjin wanted to refuse, but her neck was sore from lying down. She stopped being pretentious, lowered her head, grabbed a handful of wet hair, took a stool with one hand, and sat on the stone platform.
He stretched his head out of the stone platform. The stone platform was a little higher than his knees and the height of a stool. Even so, his hair was loose and almost fell to the ground.
She rubbed her hair with both hands, while Yue Zhongyao stood beside her and helped her scoop water on her head...
Yue Zhongyao stood next to his wife. The water splashed and dripped on his shoes and clothes, but he couldn't seem to see it. There was deep affection in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He just thought that he could stop at this moment.
Live... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
ps: It's a bit sluggish. I looked through the outline and details and found that a lot of plots have been missed. In this way, the subsequent plots are pushed forward and the process is reduced. When it comes to editing, it doesn't seem to be working, and the movement is all done. I
