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Shen Qingyu was startled by her expression, and looked at Zhao Yuzhu in disbelief: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yuzhu was so excited that he stuttered: "This round card... I also have a piece of this round card."

"what?"

Under Shen Qingyu's scorching gaze, Zhao Yuzhu continued to explain in embarrassment: "Then I gave it to someone else..."

Shen Qingyu: "..."

"Who did you give it to? That person is my mother?" Shen Qingyu had a different guess.

Zhao Yuzhu waved her hands again and again: "The thing is like this..."

One day more than [-] years ago, Zhao Yuzhu, who was pregnant for nine months, was told by several imperial physicians that the fetal position was not right and it was easy to have dystocia.

If it is difficult to give birth these days, it is basically equivalent to the death of both mother and child.

So Zhao Yuzhu's husband found an old midwife who lived in seclusion.

The old midwife was unwilling and wanted to run away.

Zhao Yuzhu's husband, Xu Yizhongli, agreed to help correct the fetal position.

But the midwife said to let Zhao Yuzhu go, otherwise she would not help.

In desperation, Zhao Yuzhu's husband sent a letter to ask the guards to drive the carriage and rush to send Zhao Yuzhu to the midwife's house, but he stayed at the midwife's house, guarding the midwife for fear that she would run away.

Unexpectedly, not long after leaving home, Zhao Yuzhu had a stomach attack. In desperation, she saw a Zhuangzi not far away, so she came to ask for help.

That family really helped her, but as soon as she entered, the mistress of that family also gave birth.

There was only one midwife among the two women, and the other was in an abnormal fetal position. The midwife was so busy that she hit the back of the head with her foot and her throat was smoky.

From day to night, the last two women gave birth almost at the same time, but at this moment, the wind blew open the windows and the candles in the house went out.

After waking up, Zhao Yuzhu realized that the hostess of that family had given birth to a female doll, but she herself had given birth to a boy doll.

It's a pity that the boy was born and died.

The owner of the farm thought Zhao Yuzhu was unlucky, and when it was getting dark, Zhao Yuzhu's husband and midwife were picked up by guards.

Master Zhuangzi asked them to pick up Zhao Yuzhu.

Giving birth in another family, even gave birth to a dead baby, no wonder people are taboo.

Zhao Yuzhu felt ashamed, so she gave the black jade round plaque to the hostess as an apology.

Shen Qingyu expressed his incomprehension: "This is unscientific! That woman took your medal, and it is impossible to give it to others. How could my adoptive mother have it? Could it be that she is the mistress?"

Women in this era seldom go on long journeys, let alone give birth to children, and go out to remarry, even marrying such a poor one.

Besides, everyone in the Shen family village thought that Qing Yu was from the Shen family.

The adoptive mother is at least pregnant, and others can see her belly.

It's unreasonable here.

Zhao Yuzhu thought for a while: "I'll ask someone to investigate that family to see what's going on?"

Shen Qingyu slapped her hands: "How can you find someone as convenient as Qi Yunxiao? He has thousands of people in his hands! Let his people go."

Zhao Yuzhu agreed.

So Qi Yunxiao also heard the bizarre story here.

Qi Yunxiao is a man of action, so he immediately followed what Zhao Yuzhu said and asked someone to investigate.

But things are not just waiting, Zhao Yuzhu got up and went out: "I'll ask, when your mother was pregnant with you, did she ever travel far?"

Zhao Yuzhu was the most experienced in inquiring about the short stories of the parents. After she went for a walk in the village, she soon got a piece of news from the old people.

After Shen Qingyu's mother was pregnant that year, she left for a while, saying that she wanted to go back to her mother's house, and when she came back again, she had already returned with the child in her arms.

About three months before and after.

The family of three gathered in the room to discuss the clues at hand.

Shen Qingyu's adoptive mother must have been pregnant.

But Shen Qingyu who was brought back may not have been born by her.

Judging from Shen Qingyu's birthday, which everyone in the village knew, it matched the time when Zhao Yuzhu gave birth...

Both Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu were a little excited.

But the two didn't dare to get too excited: they were afraid that some conclusions would be drawn too early, and they would fail in the end, and the joy would be in vain.

Zhao Yuzhu looked at Shen Qingyu with burning eyes: "It would be great if you were my own daughter, but if not, I would be very satisfied to be your godmother!"

"In this life, if I can spend the rest of my life with you, I will be content!"

Zhao Yuzhu spoke conservatively, but everyone could feel her expectation and desire.

She also came here through a soul, if Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu in this body are the biological mother and daughter, how much fate must it be? !
Shen Qingyu couldn't help but leaned over to hug Zhao Yuzhu, and shook her in her usual coquettish tone: "Old lady, you are my own mother!"

Qi Yunxiao saw it in his eyes, and his heart felt sore and soft.

The only time in my memory that Shen Qingyu was so coquettish and soft, was that time when she was drunk...

Is the real her, the one who let go of her defenses, so cute?

"Don't worry, as long as that family is still there, they will definitely be able to find clues."

There must be many people who know about pregnancy and childbirth.

All that's left is to wait.

But Shen Qingyu couldn't wait, she was very uncomfortable, and her heart was in turmoil.

Zhao Yuzhu also felt uncomfortable waiting, so the two of them made up their minds and figured out something.

"Shall we make soap?"

Zhao Yuzhu suggested.

Shen Qingyu immediately agreed.

People here still use pig pancreas, anyway, Shen Qingyu basically doesn't use it.

There are soaps, scented soaps, face soaps, shower gels, shampoos in her space...

There are good things to use, why self-torture?
But not outside.

So sometimes in order to deceive people, I have to wash my hands with that pig soap...

This thing is not complicated, it is a must for people who travel through time.

Shen Qingyu and Zhao Yuzhu went to the town, bought a pile of pork fat to refine oil, and bought some quicklime to burn...

In just one day, the mother and daughter made the first bar of soap in this era.

Although it looks like the old soap from the 80s, it doesn’t smell good or look good, but it’s several times better than pig’s soap!
After the two experiments of the mother and daughter, the personal test was effective, so they cut the big lump of soap into several pieces.

Put one piece in the kitchen, put another piece next to the water tank, and gave Qi Yunxiao, Xue Juzheng, Wen Che and the others a small piece each.

As soon as Xue Juzheng saw the lumpy thing, he wanted to put it in his mouth: "What's so delicious?"

Shen Qingyu pinched his hand quickly: "This stuff is not edible, it's for washing hands."

Xue Juzheng: "Huh?"

"It's the same as pig's pancreas, but the effect is better than that of pig's pancreas..."

Shen Qingyu demonstrated.

Xue Juzheng expressed his disgust: "What's the use of this? You can't eat it..."

Shen Qingyu: "Uh..."

The test subject is not suitable, change it.

Liu Cuixi was very pleasantly surprised: "Oh! This washing clothes is really convenient! It is clean and durable! I washed a piece of clothes, and there is no shortage of soap!"

Shen Qingyu laughed: "If you sell this thing, how much do you think you can sell it for?"

Liu Cuixi hesitated for a moment: "Of course this thing is good, but if it's too expensive, ordinary villagers won't be willing to buy it."

If the clothes are dirty, they can be washed with a mallet, and they can be worn.

Coats of denim do not go well with things that are too expensive.

Shen Qingyu understood, and the smile on her face faded away, she nodded her head: "I understand what you said, let me think about it."

Think about the customer positioning of the future of soap.

Whether to take the high-end route, or the middle and lower class route...