Chapter 49 Don’t look at anything inappropriate
“I, I’m going to wash my clothes.”
Fu Nanyao realized that she had made a mistake, so she turned around and went back to her room to carry the wooden basin.
Fu Beimo approached his brother and asked confusedly: "Brother, what is seduction?"
Fu Ciyi felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes, which were already as dark as ink, suddenly darkened. piece.
At this time, Fu Nanyao limped out with her own bath water. No one would help her get water now.
Besides, the bath water was still hot, so she used it to wash her clothes.
Sitting on the small stool, I didn’t dare to raise my head at all.
Seeing that his brother was ignoring him, Fu Beimo thought that Yuan Lian had been targeting his sister-in-law these days, so he guessed that "seduce" was a bad word, and angrily knelt down in front of Fu Nanyao.
"Hey, who do you think my sister-in-law seduced?" During the question, her head seemed to turn around, "You want to say that my sister-in-law seduced my brother, right? They sleep in the same bed, do they still need to seduce? You have a round face. What a fool!”
He had to scold him more harshly and get angry because he wouldn't wash his clothes so that his sister-in-law could do the washing for him.
Fu Ciyi suddenly felt a headache.
Fu Nanyao did not dare to say a word.
At this moment, even if Fu Beimo scolded her, she would not speak back, but would obediently help him wash his clothes.
Yan Funing was taking a bath in her room. There was no bathtub at home, so she had to make do with a wooden basin.
The edge of the wooden basin is low, so you need to be careful when washing it in order to prevent it from splashing onto the floor.
In addition, I have been carrying a basket for the past few days, and the old red marks on my shoulders have not disappeared, and new ones have been added.
As soon as the water touched it, my shoulders hurt, so I moved even slower.
After she finished washing and opened the door, she was confused when she saw someone coming back with a sullen face to continue writing.
In the courtyard, Fu Nanyao was doing the laundry diligently, and Fu Beimo was urging him cheerfully.
Yan Funing turned her gaze back to someone: "Do you want me to wash your clothes for you?"
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
Yan Funing took his acquiescence and asked her to wash it, picked up his clothes and her own clothes and left the house.
She washed her own clothes first, and then changed the water to wash someone else's.
Not long after, their clothes were all rubbed together.
She picked up the wooden basin, put the edge on her hip, and went to the river to rinse.
Seeing that his sister-in-law had washed the clothes cleanly and quickly, Fu Beimo urged Fu Nanyao: "What are you washing, you idiot? Who are you trying to seduce after washing for so long?"
He used her words to attack her. he.
Although I haven’t fully understood what seduction means, it is always right to use bad words to curse others.
Fu Nanyao threw the water on Fu Beimo's face: "Try scolding me again, do you believe I will throw all your clothes into the river?"
Fu Beimo just shut up.
My sister-in-law has already gone to the river. He can't bother her to help him wash.
When Yan Funing came back from rinsing her clothes, Fu Nanyao asked Fu Beimo to carry the wooden basin to the river.
Putting the wooden basin on the ground, Yan Funing dried her hands with a cotton towel and began to collect the clothes she had dried before.
The air is dry and the sun is good. It has only been two days since my clothes were dried.
Wan Niang took a nap in the main room for a while. When she woke up, she called out: "Funing."
Yan Funing responded and hung the clothes on her arms: "Mom, I am collecting the clothes."
Wait. After putting away the clothes of her mother-in-law and Nan Yao, she went to help her back to her room.
Wan Niang patted her hand: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work."
After a while, Yan Funing came out and put Fu Beimo's clothes in the east wing.
Then she began to collect her and someone's clothes, piled them directly on the bed, and began to dry them.
Suddenly the wind became stronger.
The sky has been clear and clear for the past two days, with almost no wind. Even if there is, it is just a small wind and cannot blow away the clothes.
But now the wind suddenly picks up. If you put your clothes on a bamboo pole to dry like before, your clothes will be blown away.
She had no choice but to go back to her room.
"Help me set the shelf lower, and pass the bamboo pole through the sleeves and trouser legs to dry in the air so that the wind won't blow away." "Okay."
Although it is only one word , the voice is gentle, clear and pleasant.
Yan Funing was shocked to find that someone had an unexpectedly good attitude.
This time he put on airs again and actually asked her: "Is it possible to achieve such a height?"
Yan Funing was stunned for a moment, then she smiled and arched her eyebrows: "It is possible."
Not only that, He also said: "I'm carrying the bamboo pole, and you put your sleeves and trouser legs on the bamboo pole."
The two of them cooperated in this way, and the speed was much faster.
When she put one leg of his underwear on the bamboo pole, Fu Ciyi couldn't help but lower his eyes.
Anyway, she has washed and dried several pieces for him, and this one is not bad.
It's just...
I have so many pairs of underwear, but the one I'm wearing right now is a new one, and the rest have been washed by her.
He felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of having to wear the panties she had pinched and rubbed tomorrow.
At this moment, Yan Funing said: "Okay, you go back to your room and copy."
Fu Ciyi saw a piece of pink clothes left in the tub and said, "There is one more piece."
Following his gaze, Yan Funing frowned and quickly bent down to put on her little clothes. Holding it in the palm of his hand: "I can dry this myself."
Fu Ciyi didn't insist, put the bamboo pole back on the shelf and returned to the room.
Yan Funing let out a long breath, then quietly lifted the bamboo pole and threaded the shoulder strap of her clothes through the bamboo pole.
In this era, women's small clothes from poor families only had the front piece to cover them, similar to a heart jacket and a bellyband.
As for women from wealthy families, the intimate clothes they choose are much more sophisticated and complicated.
For example, hers was brought from the Yan family, with exquisite materials and exquisite embroidery. The shape is very different from a bellyband, but similar to a tube top, and has the same purpose as modern underwear.
There are two fixed shoulder straps on the top, the shoulder straps are half an inch wide, and there are ties on the back to adjust the looseness.
Moreover, the overall structure is thought-provoking.
She dried it in an inconspicuous corner and covered it with her own clothes.
Such behavior made Fu Ciyi curious.
It was clear just now that there was only a small piece of clothing in the basin. How could she linger for so long?
When she moved away, the wind blew, and the pink dress came out from beside the clothes, trembling in the wind.
Fu Ciyi was confused, and his eyes moved over inadvertently, and what he saw...
Don't look at anything inappropriate, don't look at anything inappropriate.
He lowered his head in panic and dropped the brush on the ground.
Yan Funing was returning to her room to put away the wooden basin. As soon as she reached behind the curtain, she heard a snapping sound.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said calmly, "I accidentally slipped my hand and dropped the pen."
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After a while, Fu Beimo returned with Fu Nanyao carrying a wooden basin.
Seeing the clothes drying on the bamboo pole fluttering in the wind, Fu Nanyao asked Fu Beimo to help take the bamboo pole off the shelf and put it through it to dry like his brother and sister-in-law's clothes.
The aroma of oil suddenly emerged from the stove.
Fu Beimo sniffed.
“It smells so good!” he shouted loudly, “What delicious food is sister-in-law making?”
"Boil lard."
Yan Funing's voice came from the stove.
Fu Beimo swallowed and urged Fu Nanyao: "Hurry up."
Fu Nanyao glared at him and moved his hands faster.
The food made by a certain woman is delicious, but we can’t let this brat take advantage of it all.
In the kitchen, Yan Funing put the boiled lard into a bowl and the lard residue into the soup bowl.
There is not much fat, only half a bowl of lard, and only half a bowl of soup with lard residue.
(End of this chapter)