Chapter 307 Baijiayi

Everyone leaned forward and back with laughter.

This little fool, it was obvious that everyone teased him for fun the day he returned home in three dynasties, and he still remembers it seriously?

The family arrived at the entrance of the village again with smiles on their faces.

What should be explained along the way has already been explained, the family sent Zhen Baoshu to the carriage, and stuffed a few water bags and a few sour fruits that grew on the mountain into the carriage.

"Take it, if you vomit later, how can you rinse your mouth without water? Take this sour fruit and eat it, it can suppress the nausea in your heart."

"Drive the carriage steadily and don't bump it. If you encounter a really rough mountain road, you'd rather get down and take a few steps than sit in it and bump it. You are just getting fit, so don't be careless."

They each gave some instructions to the young couple. Watching the carriage gradually drive away along the mountain road, all the faces of the Zhen family were full of smiles and anticipation.

The child is the hope and hope of the young couple.

When the child is four or five months old, they will be able to leave the village and return to Xiangcheng to be idlers again.

Zhen Sidao happily walked back with his hands behind his back, muttering, "Come on, let's go back and think about what name we should give the child."

Everyone looked at his back, it was very funny.

If a child has a father, would you ask your grandfather to name him?

Besides, I don't even know if the child is a boy or a girl, so what name should I choose!
……

Xiangcheng.

It was a three-hour journey when I came here, and it took more than an hour to go back.

It was still the majestic gate of the city, and the people from the Jiang family were still giving out porridge.

Yan Jiulan didn't ride a horse. He was afraid that Zhen Baoshu would feel bored, so he sat in the carriage with Zhen Baoshu. Now he opened the curtain and saw the people queuing up to get the porridge outside. The family didn’t eat or drink, so they squeezed into the crowd to beg for porridge, and now young and middle-aged people are digging ditches, and the porridge here is only the elderly and young children who have no ability to work.”

Zhen Baoshu also nodded with a smile, "The people here have a lot of backbone, and those who can make a living with their own hands will not accept other people's charity."

She looked at Yan Jiulan, "The jurisdiction is full of such backbone people, you will feel at ease doing practical things for them, right?"

Yan Jiulan nodded.

If the jurisdiction is full of spineless slobs, he will gradually lose his motivation to work for everyone.

Looking at the patches on those common people, he suddenly remembered something.

"I heard that children have to wear Baijia clothes after they are born. There is a saying that if you wear Baijia clothes, you can live to 77--when the child is seven or eight months old, I will go to each house to ask for cloth heads, and we will make a cloth for the child. A hundred clothes."

Zhen Baoshu heard of this custom for the first time.

After all, all the rich families in the capital she came into contact with, who would do such a shameful thing, even if Baijiayi had the best meaning, no one would do it.

She looked at Yan Jiulan in surprise, "You are a majestic Jiedu envoy, why don't you put down your dignity and go to each house to beg for cloth?"

Yan Jiulan pursed her lips and said with a sense of responsibility, "Of course, children are so fragile. As a father, I naturally want to give him all the best things. I wish him a long life."

He has been alone for so many years, and finally has a wife and children. He hopes that they can live a long life.

The carriage slowly entered the city.

At the porridge shed, Miss Jiang watched the carriage go away, and the maid beside her was telling her the phrase "Baijiayi" that she heard when passing the carriage.

"Baijiayi?"

Miss Jiang's family was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that Mrs. Yan is pregnant?

Master Yan has to go personally to ask for Baijiayi for the child...

In his heart, Mrs. Yan and the child are probably a hundred times more important than himself, right?

Miss Jiang's family, who had already given up her extravagant hopes, really gave up on her now.

(End of this chapter)

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