Pastoral home has a fierce wife

Chapter 22 calm days
Wang Yi knew very well that such a quiet day would not last long, so whenever she had time, she would prepare there to avoid being caught off guard later.

On this day, Wang Yi asked Aunt Li to help with the shopping, and the store sent someone to deliver them. I bought a lot of things, including a pile of cotton cloth, which were used to make baby clothes. After all, it has been more than six months. , When the child is born, it will be too late.

In addition to these cotton cloths, I also bought some books, such as Qianziwen, Sanzijing and other introductory books, as well as a few miscellaneous biographies and some homework books, but the knowledge in them is incomplete. It is estimated that the knowledge in it will not be half successful, but Wang Yi is a modern person. There was once a father who was addicted to gambling and beat his daughter to cheat his daughter. Before he became addicted to gambling, his father was a botanist , His room is always full of books about plants, and Wang Yi knows a lot of knowledge.

Once... what a good person my father was... but gambling... a look of sadness appeared in Wang Yi's eyes, and then it disappeared from her eyes. Now that she has timetraveled, it is even more impossible to go back to the past, through the picture conveyed by God , She knew that her Liang Pu father had never appeared in the crematorium until she was cremated, and she was pushed into the cremation furnace alone like this.

That being the case, Wang Yi felt that there was no need for her to leave a message!So she directly ignored the pain rising in her heart, and the hand she placed on her lower abdomen became firmer, no matter what, she would be happy with the child in her stomach, happier than herself before!
Aunt Li's hands are really skillful. Wang Yi and Aunt Li learned how to make simple baby clothes. In less than an hour, Aunt Li has already shrunk out a piece of clothing, and she... is still sewing the edge, her head is so anxious. sweat.

Aunt Li looked at Wang Yi with a doting smile in her eyes, and said: "You are pregnant now, don't stare too much, pay attention to rest."

Wang Yi immediately put on a pitiful look. She really didn't have any interest in sewing things, but she was born in ancient times, if a woman couldn't even sew a butt by herself, how could she live at home?
In the future, she still has to make clothes for her baby, and she also has to make underwear for herself, right?You can't always buy ready-made ones, and those types are not the ones she is used to wearing.

Seeing Wang Yi sweating anxiously, Aunt Li unconsciously began to pamper her child: "Leave it alone, let Auntie do it, Auntie is used to it, practice makes perfect, you take your time, and you will be fine." It will be better."

"Thank you," Wang Yi blushed. As a modern person, she always thought that she should be omnipotent, at least several times stronger than the backward people in ancient times. The fineness is comparable to that of a sewing machine, not only that, but also those simple and elegant embroidery, just a few stitches, a festive big red flower appears on the chest of the baby's clothes, it is so amazing, this is definitely a sewing machine. It can't be done!

So Wang Yi decided to make some gifts for Aunt Li. She took out the things that looked like broken copper and iron in the black ring, and then took out the dagger that shaved iron like mud, and made Xianghua needles.

Half a month after the yamen servant left, the fat aunt next door heard some rumors from somewhere and came to the door. At this time, Wang Yi's body has almost recovered, and she doesn't need to take medicine to protect her pregnancy anymore. Exercise is fine too.

(End of this chapter)