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The custom here is that a sick person needs to take a bath after recovering from illness, and must wash with bath water boiled with herbs.

Song Li thinks this should be for sterilization.

The medicinal herbs that Li Mingcai memorized that day were specially dried and used to boil water for Song Li to bathe in. Song Li carried a bamboo basket and followed Dong Wu. Dong Wu carefully selected some of the dried herbs and put them into the basket. Then he took the basket from Song Li's hand and went into the kitchen.

Dong Wu boiled a large pot of water for Song Li to take a bath. Song Li happily found clothes from the bedroom, and watched Dong Wu take out the tub from the firewood house and clean it in the yard. Well, Dong Wu usually scoops up water to take a bath, so naturally he doesn't use a bathtub. This bathtub has indeed been useless for a long time, and there are even spider webs in it.

Song Li saw Dong Wu put the bathtub under the sun in the yard, and asked in surprise, "Could it be an open-air bath?"

Dong Wu looked at him, his eyes twitched, and he said, "It's been dried for a while, move it in and wash it."

Dong Wu's serious look made Song Li laugh immediately, and followed him to see him busy.

Dong Wu moved the bathtub into the small bedroom at the back. While he was mixing water, Song Li put the clothes on the bed in the room. When Dong Wu poured two large buckets of herbal-flavored hot water into the bathtub, he He had already taken off his clothes and climbed into the tub, and when Dong Wu brought another bucket of water in, Song Li squinted his eyes and was soaking comfortably in it.

Dong Wu smiled inwardly seeing his contented appearance like a full-fledged cat.

The water boiled with herbs smelled like grass, and the water was green with a little light brown. Soaking in it, Song Li felt as comfortable as a fairy.

Seeing that Dong Wu brought another bucket of water, Song Li quickly moved aside to let him pour in the water. Dong Wu slowly poured the water in and said, "Let me wipe your back!"

Song Li twitched a bit at first, and then thought that since he hadn't bathed for so long, the mud on his body could probably be wiped off a layer. If Dong Wu didn't let Dong Wu wipe his back, he would definitely not be able to wash it clean, so he replied, "Okay."

The bath towels here are softer old loofahs. Dong Wu took a small bench and sat beside the tub. Most of Song Li's body was soaked in the water, with only his shoulders and collarbone exposed, but Dong Wu could already see this. My heart beat faster.

Although he was already dreaming in his heart, he still adhered to the way of a gentleman.

First, Song Li's hair was coiled up high, and Song Li didn't care about anything else when he met the water. At this time, his hair was already more than half wet. Dong Wu said helplessly, "You take a bath and coil up your hair before washing. ah!"

Song Li rubbed his arm, not paying attention, "Anyway, I have to wash my hair later, it doesn't matter if it gets wet."

Song Li sat in the bathtub and lifted his leg up to wash. Dong Wu saw the injury on his left knee and asked with concern, "Does the injury on your knee not hurt after you soak it like this?"

Song Li thought to himself that the water boiled with this medicinal herb was meant to sterilize bacteria, so it should be fine after soaking it. Although it hurt a little, it was still tolerable, and replied, "It's okay, nothing."

Dong Wu rubbed Song Li's back with a loofah, and just as he rubbed it on, Song Li let out a cry of pain and said, "It hurts too much, what did you use to wipe my back?"

Dong Wu showed him the loofah, then touched Song Li's back, and saw that the place on Song Li's back where he rubbed it just now was already red.

It seemed that the flesh of the loofah was too rough, and Song Li's skin was too thin and tender, so he couldn't stand it at all. Dong Wu got up and said, "I'll go change the handkerchief."

Song Li took the loofah floating in the water in the palm of his hand and wiped it on his legs. It was very painful, thinking that Dong Wu usually used this to take a bath, would it not hurt him to wipe it?

Dong Wu changed the cloth towel to wipe Song Li's bath, and Song Li felt comfortable now. He bent his back on the edge of the tub and let Dong Wu wipe his back.

Song Li's body is that kind of skinny and unrevealing type, with even flesh and bones, Dong Wu felt it slippery without holding back his hands, looking at his back, Dong Wu's heart throbbed unavoidably, but he didn't do anything Something out of the ordinary.

Gradually rubbing his hands down, Song Li knelt up to facilitate Dong Wu to wipe, but Dong Wu touched Song Li's buttocks with one hand. Song Li's body trembled, his cheeks turned red, and he turned to look at Dong Wu, saying, " You..." I wanted to say why you touched my butt, but I couldn't say it with a blushing face.

Dong Wu's hand had already been taken away, and the expression on his face changed, he said, "The water is too dark, I can't see clearly."

Song Li gave a low "um", took the handkerchief from Dong Wu and said, "I'll wash the next one myself!"

Dong Wu glanced at him, got up and went out.

After Song Li took a shower, the fever on his face still didn't subside. Dong Wu asked at the door if he wanted to add hot water, and Song Li was also very uncomfortable when he answered him.

After getting dressed, Song Li smelled the faint smell of grass on his body and was extremely satisfied. He went out and saw Dong Wu boiling shampoo for him.

"Let's wash your hair in the yard, the sun is shining and it's warmer." Dong Wu said.

Song Li said "oh", and then took a look at Dong Wu, and found that Dong Wu's expression had returned to normal, so he was less embarrassed.

Asking Dong Wu to wash his hair was something that Song Li enjoyed very much for many years afterwards.

Dong Wu moved the small bamboo bed at home and put it in the yard. Because Song Li had a wound on his forehead, he had to lie down on his back and let Dong Wu wash him.

The shampoo here is a kind of light blue powder, and Song Li doesn't know the exact ingredients in it.

He was lying in the sun, and the sun was shining so warmly that he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep again.

Dong Wu covered his eyes with a small white cloth folded into strips to prevent his eyes from being exposed to the sun, and the soft cloth covered his eyes. Song Li snorted comfortably.

Warm water was poured on his head, Dong Wu's fingers stroked his scalp, the fragrance of herbs in the water lingered in his nostrils, Dong Wu put shampoo on his head again, he seemed to be able to imagine A layer of foam from the shampoo, Dong Wu massaged him for a long time before scooping up water to wash away the foam on his head...

Song Li was about to fall asleep, and Dong Wu said, "My mother used to wash my hair like this when she was still alive. At that time, I hoped that she could wash me every day."

Song Li gave a low "um" and said, "It's very comfortable."

Dong Wu smiled, and rubbed his fingers on his ear. Song Li was itchy from his touch, and his body became soft, but he just wanted to hum comfortably.

After washing with herbal water, Dong Wu brought him the rice washing water from the morning to wash him, and said, "My mother used to wash her hair with rice washing water, which is good for her hair."

Then he intermittently talked about how good his mother's hair is. Song Li was already half asleep and half awake. He didn't answer Dong Wu's words, but a soft warmth like the sunshine in May rose in his heart. He thought, Dong Wu's mother must be an unusually gentle person, and Dong Wu should be.

After washing your hair with rice washing water, wash it again with clean water, and it is considered washed.

Dong Wu slowly dried Song Li's hair with a dry towel hanging in the yard. His movements were gentle, and his fingers gently stroked his scalp. Song Li had already fallen asleep.

Dong Wu wiped his hair well, then put his head on a bamboo pillow, went back to the room and got a thicker clothes to put on him, let him dry his hair in the sun and fell asleep.

When Song Li woke up, the long hair on his head was almost completely dry. He sat on the bamboo bed in a daze, his body limp from the sun.

The leaves of the peach tree are glowing in the sun, green and oily.

Dong Wu had already washed the clothes he had changed, and hung them to dry on the bamboo pole not far behind him. The clothes fluttered gently with the wind, leaving a faint shadow on the ground, and Song Lixin also became very similar to this As pure and gentle as the sun.

He stood up and carried the clothes covering his body into the room.

Dong Wu was writing on the table in the main room, and Song Li sat beside him to see that he was keeping accounts.

"Are you awake? Is your hair dry? I'll comb it for you." Dong Wu reached out and stroked Song Li's hair. The smooth black hair slipped through his hands like satin, which made him feel relieved. A tender pampering.

Song Li also touched his extremely uncomfortable long hair, and said, "The bottom is still a little wet, but the top is dry."

Dong Wu combed Song Li's hair and tied it in the middle with a headband, and braided it when it was completely dry.Looking at Song Li's face, he couldn't help but wonder if he should ask Chunying to teach him how to comb his hair in a bun, otherwise it would be bad for Song Li to have two braids hanging down all the time.

Song Li lay on the table and watched Dong Wu keep the accounts for a while, then asked, "What is that Mr. Wu who came today to tell you?"

Dong Wu smiled and said, "I saw a piece of land before and thought I could buy it to grow golden silk grass, but that piece of land was not for sale at the time, so I told Wu Jinwen about it, and he said that there was a commotion in that family. The family is separated, and the sons are not up to date, and the land will be sold in two years. If the family sells the land at that time, he will help me connect and let me buy it. Today he came here on a special trip to tell me about it."

Song Li nodded, understanding what was going on, but, "Is the land very cheap? You have the money to buy it."

Seeing Song Li's curious expression, Dong Wu smiled and said, "I've saved some money and borrowed some from uncle, that's enough."

"Oh." Song Li thought, and said again, "Is that Wu Jinwen you just mentioned a trustworthy person?"

Dong Wu didn't know why Song Li asked such a question, but Song Li thought it was because he was worried that he would suffer a loss when buying the land, so he said, "My father and his father had studied together and have always been good friends. Among them, now Uncle Wu is a schoolmaster in the county. Lie, moreover, the friendship between the two families has existed for decades, so it will not be broken if it is broken. Moreover, he will be the number one in the Beijing examination next spring. He is known for his talent, and he is likely to pass the examination. Senior officer, it's not easy for us to have a close friendship with him anymore."

Song Li nodded with a smile, and said, "So that's the case."

Song Li didn't understand what Dong Wu was talking about at the beginning. He thought it was a medicinal herb, but it took a long time before he realized that it was tobacco.