Chapter 49 See No Evil "I, I'm going to do the laundry."
Fu Nanyao realized that he had made a mistake, so he turned around and went back to his 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 a speck of ink, instantly turned dark.
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 ignored 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 on the same bed, do you still need to seduce me? You idiot with a round face!"
He had to scold her harshly and get angry because she 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 didn't 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 to avoid splashing on the floor.
In addition, after carrying a basket for the past few days, 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 and continuing to write.
In the courtyard, Fu Nanyao was doing the laundry diligently, while Fu Beimo was urging him cheerfully.
Yan Funing turned her gaze back to someone: "Do you want me to wash your clothes?"
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.
After a while, the two people's clothes were all rubbed together.
She picked up the wooden basin, put the edge on her hip, and went to the river to rinse.
Fu Beimo saw that his sister-in-law was washing cleanly and quickly, so he urged Fu Nanyao: "What are you washing, you idiot? Who are you trying to seduce after taking so long?"
He used her words to counter him.
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.
His sister-in-law has already gone to the river, and 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 tub on the ground, Yan Funing dried her hands with a cotton towel and began to collect the clothes she had dried.
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: "Fu Ning."
Yan Funing responded and hung the clothes on her arms: "Mom, I'm collecting the clothes."
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."
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.
It has been clear skies and almost no wind these two if there is, it is only 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 tried to put on airs again and actually asked her: "Is it possible to reach such a height?"
Yan Funing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and arched her eyebrows: "It's done."
Not only that, he also said: "I will lift the bamboo pole, and you put your sleeves and trouser legs on the bamboo pole."
The two of them cooperated like this, 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.
only……
She has so many pairs of underwear, but the one she is wearing right now is a new one, and the rest have been scrubbed and washed by her.
The thought of having to wear the panties she had pinched and rubbed tomorrow made him feel a little uncomfortable.
At this moment, Yan Funing said: "Okay, you can go back to your room and copy."
Fu Ciyi saw a piece of pink clothing left in the tub and said, "There is one more piece."
Following his gaze, Yan Funing frowned and quickly bent over to hold the underwear in her 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 straps 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 delicate and complicated.
For example, hers was brought from the Yan family, with exquisite materials and exquisite 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 is a tie on the back to adjust the looseness.
Moreover, the overall structure is amazing.
She dried it on 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 her clothes, trembling in the wind.
Fu Ciyi was confused, and his eyes moved over inadvertently, and what he saw...
See no evil, see no evil.
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 happened?"
"It's nothing," he said calmly, "I accidentally slipped my hand and dropped the pen." - 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 your sister-in-law making?"
"Boil lard."
Yan Funing's voice came from the kitchen.
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 this brat can't be allowed to take advantage of it all by himself.
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 lard residue.
(End of this chapter)