A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

The old man is doing quite well; he hasn't been infected at all. As far as she knows, there aren't many elderly people who haven't been infected, and he's in excellent health!

"The baby is born, so it's time to build the house next door. Wolf cubs grow fast, and soon the backyard won't be big enough for them to run around in."

"These kids really do take after their father; they're a bit restless."

"No, no, no, their mothers are even more unruly, wilder than the big husky and the second husky."

Jiang Yi: ...My two younger siblings are indeed difficult to manage. Sigh, those two families are such a headache!

"Bring the baby here and feed him/her."

She didn't shy away from Jiang Yi at all; they were an old married couple, what was there to be shy about?

Jiang Yi watched the little guy eating heartily, his two little hands unconsciously clutching his food. His throat bobbed, wondering what his wife's breast milk tasted like. It didn't seem as thick as formula, and the color was pale. He wondered what it tasted like. Seeing his son eating so enthusiastically, he inexplicably wanted to try it too.

"young married woman?"

"what?"

Can I have a sip of your milk?

Xia Ning's ears turned bright red. This wretched thing is becoming more and more indiscriminate in its tastes, it's gone astray, it's gone astray!

What goes around comes around, and now it's his turn to flirt with her!

A full moon over charcoal.

Xia Ning was overjoyed. Oh my god, in this sweltering heat, she hadn't showered or washed her hair for a month, and it was all stale.

As a token gesture, they had two bath tubs prepared.

"Let me scrub your back." Even knowing it would be torture for him, Jiang Yi couldn't resist shamelessly moving closer. He had been celibate for a very, very long time.

"Alright, let them all go back. I don't need anyone to wait on me today."

"to make!"

Those people are definitely in the way.

After giving birth, Xia Ning's figure was fuller than before, and her skin was fairer. Most importantly, her temperament was very different from before. She was much gentler, a far cry from when he first met her, when she was cold and guarded.

Xia Ning deftly brought out a large bucket of hot spring water. "Help me wash my hair."

Her hair needs Tony to massage it thoroughly for half an hour, and it needs to be washed at least three times.

"It's only been 29 days, is it okay to wash it like this?"

"No problem, a day or two won't make a difference. Give me a good massage, it's so itchy."

Jiang Yi has a strong grip, so even when he lightened his strength, it still felt quite comfortable.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Hmm," Xia Ning closed her eyes comfortably, "How many tables will there be at the banquet tomorrow?"

"The officials who were handling the matter together, as well as several wealthy families from the city, all came. There must have been at least a dozen tables."

"That's quite a few. Has the prefect sent out invitations yet?"

"I'm off. His wife will definitely come. Rinse your hair, then wash it again."

He was too embarrassed to say that despite using so much shampoo, not a single lather appeared. Xia Ning bent down, rinsed his hair, and lo and behold, the water in the bucket was black.

My wife said she was about to spoil, which doesn't seem too much of an exaggeration.

Xia Ning glanced at the wooden bucket, which was bottomless. "It seems like three times isn't enough."

Jiang Yi: ...

After finally washing her hair, an hour had passed. She fed the baby once in between and then started taking a bath.

I miss the public bathhouses in Northeast China from my past life, where the older women scrubbed me and smelled wonderful.

Xia Ning's consciousness sank into the space, and she found a scrubbing tool. "Scrub hard, don't be shy."

Jiang Yi's lips twitched. What did she take him for? She didn't need to be polite.

He poured shower gel into the wooden tub, stirred it vigorously, and it was full of foam. "Your Majesty, please get in."

What a goofball!

After scrubbing it vigorously inside, she changed the water in a bucket and said, "Come on!"

Jiang Yi swallowed hard. Did his wife think he was a saint? Didn't she know how alluring he was?

Xia Ning really didn't notice. They were an old married couple, and she was so dirty. They were too disgusted to even think about her. Who would be crazy enough to have such thoughts?

"Take it easy, control your strength, or you'll rub my skin raw."

"Hmm!" Her voice was slightly hoarse, but Xia Ning didn't notice.

However, this romantic atmosphere vanished instantly when Jiang Yi saw the long, thin strands of dough that had been rubbed out with the bath towel.

My wife has it so tough. She's such a clean person, but she endured not showering for a whole month just to have his baby.

Xia Ning looked at the black mud that had been rubbed out, and she knew it would turn out like this.

"Am I right? She's really as dirty as a beggar. It's also a pity for little Charcoal Boy, having to nurse in his smelly mother's arms every day."

"I don't think it smells bad at all, it smells very nice." It has a faint milky scent, it really doesn't smell bad.

"Scrub with shower gel once, then scrub again."

"Here you go again, the skin is all red from rubbing, it must be very clean now."

"Believe me or not, the second time it will still be in strips."

"I'm afraid of rubbing my skin raw."

"Don't use too much force and you'll be fine, I'm thick-skinned." Taking a bath like this is so comfortable, I don't have to do anything myself.

She took four showers, which took a full hour and a half. She also breastfed once in between. The two of them also had a meal. Xia Ning changed into clean clothes, feeling refreshed and light as a feather.

"I feel like I've washed away at least five pounds of ash, and I feel so much lighter." I smelled my hands—mmm, they smell wonderful!

"The doctor said that you still need to take care of yourself and take a bath every few days."

Xia Ning didn't reply to him. It was impossible for it to happen every few days. She could tolerate it every other day, but didn't he even look at the weather?

Something seems off. Wasn't it already late July when she gave birth? Was it the end of the Indian summer?

"Jiang Yi, ask the officials tomorrow what the weather was like in Hangzhou at this time of year in previous years. It's already the end of August." (This is still the lunar calendar; weren't the skies in ancient times lower than those in later years due to pollution?)

Jiang Yi nodded.

Was it always this hot during my postpartum period? Or was it cooler outside?

"Pretty much, the temperature has been around this level, it doesn't feel like it's gone up or down."

Oh my god!

Something seems off!

On the day of the full moon, Xia Ning had her nimble maid help her with her hair and makeup early in the morning.

"Madam, your outfit is truly beautiful and elegant!"

Have a vision.

This is shimmering brocade, which she brought back from a neighboring country. The fabric is as thin as a cicada's wing, smooth and lustrous. In the sunlight, it shimmers and sparkles, a truly breathtaking sight.

The embroiderer made three sets, and today she wore the most festive rouge red.

On a summer day like this, the clothes feel cool and refreshing.

The housekeeper greeted guests at the door, Jiang Yi greeted the male guests in front, and she entertained the female guests in the backyard.

Fruits and snacks were all provided, and to prevent the room from smelling of sweat, many ice basins were also prepared. Only banquet dishes were available in restaurants; nothing fancy was prepared. If you bought these from her, a table would cost at least thirty taels of silver. And who knows what the future holds? There's really no need to be so extravagant.

"This humble servant greets the Marquis's wife!"

"Madam Prefect, please don't stand on ceremony, please take a seat."

Xia Ning raised an eyebrow, surprised that she was the first one to arrive. She came really early!

"Madam's figure remains slender even after giving birth, and her complexion is fair and rosy; she has taken excellent care of herself!"

The prefect's wife was telling the truth. Her skin was smooth and her complexion was excellent; she had clearly been well cared for during her postpartum period.

She recognized the fabric of her clothes; it was shimmering brocade, a rare find even for the empresses in the palace.

Her words contained an element of flattery, but they also stemmed from genuine envy of Xia Ning. Since her pregnancy began, no one had been born into the Marquis's household, which must have been incredibly kind to her. "Madam is truly blessed," she thought, "giving birth to a young prince in her first pregnancy, securing her position, and receiving such loving care from her husband. Her life is perfect!"

Looking at her, you can tell she's not mistaken at all. You can really tell at a glance whether a woman is doing well or not.

"Is the Prefect feeling any better? The Marquis has been thinking of you!"

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Marquis. I'm afraid it will be difficult for my lord to recover."

"Take it easy and it will get better eventually."

"hope so!"

The other ladies arrived one after another. "It's so cool and refreshing in the lady's room!"

They actually have an ice chest! They haven't seen one of these things in years. My lord, you're living a very comfortable life.

"The weather this year is really strange. Why is it still not cool down at this time?" One of them picked up a slice of watermelon, just wanting a bite.

"That's right, it's hot, and the heat rash on my child's body just won't get better."

"The osmanthus flowers would have been in bloom by this time in previous years, right? I haven't seen them bloom this year."

"Yes, the weather these past few years has been unpredictable!"

As Xia Ning listened, her heart sank to the bottom.

Good heavens, this is not normal!