Chapter 011: Sneak into the Night with the Wind (Part 2)
Chapter 011 Sneaking into the night with the wind (Part 2)
The summer is hot, but the night wind is much cooler. Yang Hao walked quietly back to the back house and walked directly into Dong'er's bedroom. Under the light, Dong'er was sitting at the table.
The clothes are being sewn stitch by stitch. The clothes are winter clothes for babies. The tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hat have been made and are placed in the open bag on the table. The small tiger-head shoes have white velvet exposed at the tops.
It is made of plush rabbit fur, and the tiger head hat has the word "王" densely sewn with black silk thread. It looks very cute.
The clothes are Baijiayi, fabrics collected piece by piece from families in Luzhou who have all their children. The infant mortality rate in this era was high. For example, Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, had four sons and six daughters, and two of them died in infancy.
Three sons and three daughters, exactly half of them survived. The emperors took great care of their princes and princesses. Even with this result, the mortality rate of newborn babies among the people can be imagined. Therefore, there is a custom among the people that newborn babies wear Baijia clothes.
, borrowing some popularity, I hope my children can grow up healthily.
With this kind of custom, as long as there are people, no matter what kind of family, no one dares to ignore such an auspicious thing. However, the clothing material comes from hundreds of families. Who knows if there are any germs on it, so Yang Hao ordered people to use the cloth.
They were boiled vigorously in boiling water and then exposed to the hot sun before being used. The pieces of cloth had been sewn into clothes, and the inside of the material was lined with cotton as white as silver. At that time, cotton was still a rare thing and very expensive.
There is little cultivation in the Central Plains. Even the royal family can get some cotton from tributes from small countries in the Western Regions. Cotton is bought from Uighur merchants.
Under the light, Dong'er was concentrating on her needle and thread, with a pair of jewel-like eyes shining brightly, and a beautiful face with a happy and serene smile. She was a beautiful and graceful girl. At this time, it seemed that she had some...
She looked like a loving mother. A good wife and loving mother was a perfect match for a man. When Yang Hao saw it, he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart. He tiptoed over and gently hugged Dong'er's waist from behind.
Dong'er turned her head and saw that it was her husband. She couldn't help but smile sweetly and leaned her head on his shoulder. The two of them snuggled together, rubbing their ears together and enjoying the silent and warm communication. Dong'er said softly: "
Have all the guests settled in?"
"Well, everything is set up. It's getting late, so go to bed early. Just let Yao Niang and Xing'er do the sewing work. Their prostitute skills are pretty good, and they don't have much to do in the mansion now.
You have to do something, now is the time when you are easily sleepy, so don’t tire yourself out.”
Dong'er shook her head, caressed her belly, and said gently: "This is our child. How can a mother like me not make clothes for her own child? Dong'er is doing these things and feels happy in her heart."
Yang Hao laughed, pulled her up, and said: "You, you are born with a hard life, forget it, continue to do it tomorrow, the baby is born, I'm afraid you have to wait until the heavy snowfall, it is still very early, make clothes
It’s not too busy for a while.”
Dong'er smiled sweetly and put away her needle and thread as she was told.
The lights were turned off, the moonlight dimly filtered in through the window, and amid the chirping of crickets and weavers, the couple lay side by side on the bed, whispering in the silence.
Dong'er looked at the charming moonlight outside the window and said sweetly: "Dong'er was born in winter. Counting the days, this child should also be born in winter. The slave family is thinking about what name to give him then.
?”
Yang Hao yawned and chuckled: "My mother is also winter, and my son is also winter, so let's call him Dongdong."
Dong'er said angrily: "How can you choose a name so casually?"
She tilted her head and thought about it, and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if it's a nickname, but what if it's a big name? It's not appropriate for a boy to be called this name. If it's a girl, this name doesn't suit you, the eldest daughter of the Taiwei Mansion."
Identity and name are with you for life, officials should not be perfunctory..."
Yang Hao yawned lazily and said, "Well, I won't bother with it. We have a basket full of talented girls in our family, including the owner of Qingyin Villa, the eldest lady of the Tang family, and Dong who is full of poetry and books.
There are young talented girls, even Miaomiao, who is also a great connoisseur of poetry, poetry and poetry, and a pretty courtesan on the Green Leaf List. If you really want to talk about it, I, the head of the family, have the least amount of ink in my belly. Why should I show off that ugliness? In fact,
If it doesn’t work, let Mr. Lin and the others think about it..."
"You, you take being a father so carelessly that you don't even care about your own child's name."
Dong'er hugged his neck and said softly: "When I was in Bazhou, Dong'er thought that she would live in winter for the rest of her life. Ever since she got an official..., Dong'er felt that she was a woman.
She is a happy woman."
Yang Hao coughed deliberately and said, "This sounds strange, be careful of the baby protesting loudly."
Dong'er woke up and couldn't help but giggle. Listening to her sweet smile, Yang Hao couldn't help but feel emotional. He suddenly hugged her and said: "In a few days, there will be a little guy coming to compete with me for food."
Okay, I'm not willing to give in. I really can't. Come on, let the officials take a few bites first."
"Ah... don't..." Dong'er cried out tenderly, but did not stop him. He opened his clothes and revealed the two bright moons. Under Yang Hao's gentle kiss, a blush gradually appeared on his face, and his starry eyes gradually became blurred.
She couldn't help but hugged Yang Hao's broad and strong back, and said passionately: "With the love and affection of the officials, Dong'er is a happy woman. With our own flesh and blood, Dong'er feels that as a woman
, this life is considered complete. As long as she can protect Guan Ren and our children, Dong'er will be satisfied. Guan Ren, do you like children? This is our first child. No matter whether it is a boy or a girl, Guan Ren will not care.
Do you want to be disappointed?"
"I like it, of course I do."
Yang Hao moved up, gently hugged her soft waist that was not yet showing her pregnancy, kissed her tenderly on the lips, and said with a low smile: "Officials like children, no matter whether they are boys or girls. I told you not to worry.
Yeah, I just can’t rest assured.”
He paused and then said with a bad smile: "But... the official prefers to make children with Dong'er. When the little guy is born, we will continue to work hard and give birth to a family full of children and grandchildren..."
"Official..."
Dong'er's starry eyes were shining brightly. She raised her chin and kissed Yang Hao back happily. Then, like a kitten that had just eaten a fat fish, she licked her lips with satisfaction and leaned down gently.
Yang Hao used his chest to rub his tender cheeks, and said softly: "Dong'er belongs to the official. Whatever the official wants, Dong'er will follow the official..."
Yang Hao hugged her tighter and gently stroked her smooth, beautiful and flowing hair. He raised his eyes to look at the bright moon outside the window, and his mind suddenly drifted to the sky: "The first child...
,Alas, will the mother of her first child be as happy as Dong'er?"
At this time, in the Yuehua Palace in Shangjing, the dusty Scimitar Xiaoliu and Tieniu had already appeared in front of Xiao Chuo. Xiao Chuo was wearing a black gauze hat with a phoenix on his head, a Bai Ziyi, and curved pipa sleeves. He was charming and lonely.
Her face was like a lazily blooming peony, and she asked softly: "Has Yang Hao... returned to the northwest now?"