At first, Lin Yuan didn’t think much about how difficult confinent could be, but it wasn’t until a few days later that she finally felt the bitterness of it.
In ancient tis, people took won’s confinent very seriously, especially the ladies of wealthy families.
A month without getting out of bed, without washing up, not even brushing her hair. The room was tightly shut, not a hint of breeze, and she had to eat and drink everything while it was hot; several tis she nearly burned her tongue.
Lin Yuan lanted more than once that she was lucky to have her confinent during winter; if it had been sumr, she doubted whether she would suffer from heat stroke.
If there’s one thing about confinent that Lin Yuan couldn’t stand the most, it would be not being able to wash up and bathe.
It was only the third day, yet she already felt that her mouth was about to spoil.
Eating and drinking non-stop every day, without brushing teeth, not having bad breath was a miracle.
Once, just after a al, Lin Yuan boredly beckoned Xia Zheng over with a finger.
"What is it?"
Xia Zheng thought Lin Yuan had sothing to ask him, so he hurried over, only to have his head grabbed by soone’s hand, and then a breath of toxic air hit him.
Ugh!
Xia Zheng’s face turned green; this breath was poisonous!
Ha ha, ha ha.
Lin Yuan lay in bed, watching Xia Zheng nearly throw up from the stench, laughing uncontrollably.
In ancient tis, kids were raised by wet nurses, and Lin Yuan had already picked out two very excellent ones before her delivery.
Not only in physical health but also in character, they were extrely outstanding.
However, even with wet nurses taking care of the baby, Lin Yuan insisted on breastfeeding herself. If her milk wasn’t enough, she’d let the wet nurse continue feeding.
Since she was breastfeeding, it was naturally more arduous, and the first difficulty was lactation.
As a new mother, milk usually cos down within the first three days, and she needed the baby to suck more.
Perhaps because Lin Yuan had a weak body, her milk ca down slowly, even by the third day it was just so clear fluid.
The two little buns were as ravenous as wolves; after eating for a long ti without getting anything, they started wailing.
As the babies cried, Lin Yuan felt upset and cried along.
The babies cried, the wife cried too, and Xia Zheng was so flustered he was almost on the verge of crying himself.
Won can’t cry during confinent, otherwise it’s bad for their eyes.
Xia Zheng, while comforting his wife, went to Lao Fan to ask for a prescription to aid lactation.
Seeing him so anxious, Lao Fan took his ti, stroking his white beard and laughing, finally finding a chance to mock him.
"What did the old man say back then? Don’t think you’d be happy with twins. Ha, see now? Who suffers? Isn’t it you? Ha ha, back then your old dad nearly went crazy with just your big brother, let alone you having two at once? Ha ha, look at you, ssy hair, anyone would think you crawled out of so beggar’s den!"
You couldn’t bla Lao Fan for being harsh; Xia Zheng’s current appearance was indeed pitiful. His usually neat clothes now had so suspicious stains, most likely from the baby’s spit-up.
Worst was his face, with huge dark circles and bloodshot eyes, clearly from lack of sleep.
"You can only say cold words!"
Xia Zheng had no energy left to argue with Lao Fan. Seizing a rare chance to rest, he quickly sat in a chair to take a nap: "Find a potion quickly, and don’t forget to wake up later, let nap for a bit."
"Hey hey? What are you up to? Treating my place like your room? Go back to sleep there!"
Lao Fan kept muttering his rituals for quite a while, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake Xia Zheng, who had fallen asleep. Grumbling, he went outside.
In fact, he had already found a prescription for Lin Yuan to aid lactation, just unsure of how things were going, he didn’t want to send it over hastily.
Unlike Tian Hui’s prescription, the one for Lin Yuan had not only herbs for lactation but also ones to replenish qi and blood.
"Stinky brat, if I didn’t see you so tired, the old man wouldn’t be cooking dicine personally!"
Lao Fan waved his ragged large palm fan, watching the simring dicine pot, couldn’t help but grumble again.
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