I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

After seeing the young man off, Xiangxi, feeling parched from talking, went down and drank a large cup of tea.

"How does it feel?" Duan Ziqiu was quite satisfied with Xiangxi's performance.

Through this period of observation, Duan Ziqiu genuinely felt that Xiangxi was a promising talent.

"I still feel embarrassed." Xiangxi took a few deep breaths.

Explaining this kind of thing is not easy, especially when you have to tell the other person how to touch it and when to touch it, it can still feel awkward.

"It's nothing, just consider it doing good deeds. Otherwise, these young men would suffer so much more at night." Since Duan Ziqiu decided to start this business, she has encountered even more embarrassing things.

In the business world, without taking unconventional approaches, it would be almost impossible for her to break through in this circle with the resources she currently possesses.

Small investment, high returns, saving face is nothing.

Xiangxi gets off work early in the afternoon, so Duan Ziqiu doesn't need him to close the shop.

Xiangxi can go home earlier to take care of the children.

Xuebao now spends the day with Yang's mother and Mingle, and the evenings and nights with Xiangxi.

The first thing Xiangxi did after returning home was to take Xuebao back into the house and cherish him for a while.

My sister-in-law Mingle was a great help, and Xuebao really liked following her around.

After receiving his first month's wages, Xiangxi spent most of the money.

He bought a bolt of fashionable fabric for Yang's mother and Ming Le, which could be used to make spring clothes.

She also ordered a pair of sturdy boots for Yang Tongchuan, and with the remaining money, Xiangxi bought herself a hairband.

This hairband is navy blue, with a simple pattern embroidered at the end in the same color thread; the overall style is quite ordinary.

Even the hairbands that Yang Tongchuan bought for him after they got married were not as nice, but Xiangxi insisted on buying them back, simply because he vaguely remembered that his mother seemed to have embroidered a similar one for his father when he was a child.

Xiangxi doesn't have many memories of his childhood, and he wants to keep this hairband as a memento.

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Olaf grows very quickly, and he soon can't wear the first batch of clothes anymore.

Mingle helped dismantle the thick version and make a thinner one.

For thinner ones, it depends on their condition. If they are relatively new, you can save them for Xuebao's younger siblings to use in the future.

If there are too many clothes to wash properly, Mingle will cut them up and keep them as scraps of cloth, so as not to waste them.

Yang Tongshan saw that Ming Le had something to do every day, and was so tired that she slept better at night. He didn't say anything, as long as his wife was happy.

During the Chinese New Year, he took Mingle back to her parents' home. He had already privately told his father-in-law's family that he planned to adopt his younger brother's child in the future, so that his father-in-law's family would not have to worry about having offspring.

After listening, the father-in-law remained silent for a long time. Finally, he held Yang Tongshan's hand and said, "I'm sorry."

Adopting a brother's child is not an uncommon practice.

Yang Tongshan had calculated it clearly: the adopted child, raised under Ming Le's name, would inherit the property of his branch of the family.

This means that everything belonging to the Yang family will belong to Yang Tongchuan from now on, and his younger brother won't suffer any losses.

But if Yang Tongchuan and Xiang Xi are unwilling to adopt the child, then let the child take on the responsibility of supporting both families.

In short, there are always more solutions than problems, and people won't let themselves die from holding in their pee.

Temperatures begin to rise in the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

One night, Xuebao suddenly developed a fever. With the child sick, Xiangxi lost her mood to do chores and was so anxious that she burst into tears, blaming herself for not taking good care of Xuebao.

I don't dare to sleep at night, and I even secretly check if Xuebao is still breathing.

The doctor came to check on the baby and said that the baby, at this age, is very likely to have roseola.

"We can only wait until the fever subsides and see if a rash appears on the body. If a patch of small red spots appears, it's just roseola, nothing to worry about," the doctor said simply.

But the child was too young to be fed the medicine, and Xiangxi was so anxious that blisters appeared on her lips.

"It's alright, it's normal for children to get sick. Tongshan and Tongchuan were like that when they were little. You go to sleep for a while, I'll keep an eye on them for you." Yang's mother comforted Xiangxi, but she was actually very worried herself.

Yang Tongchuan also helped watch over Xuebao at night. The couple took turns watching over her for three days, one in the first half of the night and the other in the second half, until Xuebao's fever finally broke.

Sure enough, after the fever subsided, Xuebao developed a patch of small red spots on her back and a few scattered ones on her face; it really was roseola.

Xiangxi was relieved.

"Will you blame me for not taking good care of the child?" With the child's fever gone, Xiangxi was finally able to get a good night's sleep.

When I was taking care of Bao'er before, the kids would get sick too, but it felt completely different from Xuebao's fever this time. Xiangxi was so anxious she was shivering.

"Don't worry too much. Every child gets sick sometimes. You're all better now, so don't be afraid." Yang Tongchuan felt sorry for Xiangxi, who had been staying up day and night. After putting the child to sleep, he also coaxed Xiangxi to go to bed early.

In the darkness, Yang Tongchuan looked at his husband in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness.

Xiangxi goes out to work early every morning, and as soon as she comes back, she takes care of her child. She's so busy that her waist has become thin.

He really didn't expect Xiangxi to stay at Shuanghua Pavilion for so long.

Shuanghua Pavilion has been doing well this month. The constables patrolling the market told him that whenever they passed by the store, there were always people buying things inside.

Even many constables saw Xiangxi working inside.

Some of his close friends even subtly inquired whether Yang Tongchuan and his wife had quarreled, and why the husband was out earning money.

Yang Tongchuan was helpless and could only keep explaining.

Now that Xuebao has recovered, she's become quite clever again. She's started waving her little fists and babbling to everyone, making the adults laugh.

Just now, Xiangxi put him on the bed to change his diaper, but the little guy was very restless, kicking his legs and even trying to roll over.

"Husband, look!" Xiangxi excitedly showed Yang Tongchuan the new skill Xuebao had just learned.

With Xiangxi's help, Xuebao rolled over in a flash, stubbornly lifting her little head upwards, just like Yang Tongchuan.

"Isn't it amazing? My Xuebao is so amazing." Xiangxi buried her face in Xuebao and kissed her repeatedly.

Xuebao played on the bed for a while before Xiangxi picked her up.

He was holding a rattle drum to amuse the child.

Xuebao tried to grab the rattle drum, and after grabbing it, he tried to shake it like Xiangxi, but he lost control and hit himself on the head.

She burst into tears.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy will blow on it for you, it doesn't hurt." Xiangxi held the child and walked around the house, trying to soothe him.

"Give it to me." Yang Tongchuan took Xuebao into his hands. Xuebao was heavy now, and it felt sluggish to hold her in his arms.

After leaving the house, Yang Tongchuan took Xuebao outside to play with Zhen Laifu.

The child was young, and when he saw something new, he forgot about crying in no time. He stared at Zhen Laifu in Yang Tongchuan's arms.

The father and son were playing happily in the courtyard when people from the yamen came looking for them, saying that there was something at the yamen and that Constable Yang needed to go back.

Yang Tongchuan returned the child to Xiangxi and asked her what had happened.

"Suppress the bandits!"