The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qingya was full of energy and her excitement hadn't subsided.

Knowing that pregnant women shouldn't overexert themselves or engage in strenuous exercise, I wanted to call home.

That heart that longs to share joy cannot wait even a moment longer.

Gao Qinghe stopped her, "Let's talk about it when we get back, what's the rush?"

At this point, my parents are doing okay, but my grandmother's situation is less certain.

What if the old lady gets agitated and immediately packs all her things and comes to Zhao Village?
Even if I can't catch the bus into the city in the afternoon, I'll still come, even if it's just for the old lady!

Knowing her own grandmother well, Gao Qingya finally calmed down a bit after being reminded by her sister.

"What brings you here?" Gao Qinghe asked.

Gao Qingya slapped her forehead, only then remembering the purpose of her visit.

He pulled on his heavy backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a notebook with a cover featuring a handsome celebrity. He opened it like a precious treasure.

"Sis, didn't you give me two packs of sanitary napkins last time and ask me to record my experience using them? Here, I've written them all down in my notebook."

As I handed the notebook over, I reminded my sister to be careful not to wrinkle the cover.

Gao Qinghe has long since demystified celebrities; they're just models for the rich to showcase their products.

Of course, there are also many talented individuals among them who have excellent professional skills, and everyone still respects artists.

Gao Qingya may be a bit fierce in general, but she takes very detailed notes.

I wrote down the usage details for each day, and I even kept a record of how long each sanitary napkin lasted.

It also included my experience using it at the time.

Because she had never used such good Butterfly Wing sanitary napkins before, Gao Qingya gave them all positive reviews.

The little girl wanted to use some more, so she asked her older sister if there were any left and asked her to give her some.

Or tell her where she can buy it, and she can buy it herself.

“I went to the department store, but they didn’t sell either of these two sanitary napkins. The shelves were full of toilet paper and the old kind that just sticks together and doesn’t hold.

When asked about the prices in department stores, Gao Qingya sighed, "Luckily, our family is now quite well-off, otherwise my mom definitely wouldn't buy it for me, it's too expensive."

Each piece costs an average of four or five cents, and you would need at least twenty pieces a month, which would cost eight to ten dollars.

Conditions in the county are much better than in the countryside, yet most of the girls in the class still don't know what sanitary napkins are.

Only a small number of families have only one daughter whose parents pamper her, buying her only one pack a month and using it sparingly.

How should we save money?
You first place a sanitary napkin, then put folded toilet paper on top of it. This way, when you need to change the sanitary napkin, you only need to replace the toilet paper, and the sanitary napkin can still be used.

Generally, only one card is changed per day.

This makes many girls envious, because they don't have to worry about menstrual blood leaking out and staining their pants and chairs while sitting in class.

The boys in the class are the most annoying. They're the first to notice if someone's pants are dirty, and they'll shout it out to alert the whole class.

Sure enough, as soon as Gao Qingya arrived at the county's No. 1 Middle School, she grabbed a group of noisy boys and told them on the teacher.

Having two daughters, Gao Chongyi places great emphasis on gender education.

shame?
This doesn't exist in the story of Gao Qingya, whom I've known since childhood.

She shouted louder than the boys who were making fun of the female classmates, and she didn't lower her voice even in front of the teacher.

The teacher, who had hoped to downplay the incident, couldn't afford to be lenient and could only issue a stern warning to the boys in the class: if they made fun of female classmates about menstruation again, they would all be punished by cleaning the toilets!

Gao Qingya was satisfied.

But not all the girls in the class are necessarily grateful to her.

Such private matters, when shouted out loud, always cause a stir.

Gao Qingya didn't care; she just insisted on doing what she thought was right, refusing to turn back even when she hit a wall.

Grandma Tian said that the little one was like a donkey, very stubborn.

Only Gao Qinghe could handle her.

After hearing her younger sister's glorious deeds, Gao Qinghe patted her head appreciatively and explained:
"The two types of sanitary napkins you are using were sent to you from Shanghai by someone I asked. I doubt you can buy them anywhere in the entire Southwest."

As for the price, excluding postage, it's actually a bit cheaper than in the county, at 30 cents per piece.

Pei Li sent a large bag, just in time for Gao Qinghe's pregnancy, so she didn't use any of it herself.

Knowing that her sister still had some, Gao Qingya asked for six more packs.

If she uses these six packs sparingly, they can last her half a year.

Gao Qingya said happily, "I don't have to worry about leaking on the stool for six months." It would be even better if we could buy these comfortable sanitary napkins in the county town.

Unfortunately not.

"sister in law."

Jiang Yu blushed and handed over a piece of paper as well.

Gao Qingya looked at her curiously: "You recorded it too?"

Jiang Yu nodded, the tips of her ears turning red.

In this day and age, very few people speak of sanitary napkins like Gao Qingya.

Jiang Yu only dared to say "that".

When communicating with female classmates, he would use terms like "sanitary napkins" or "toilet paper," or a special look that only girls would understand.

This is still considered advanced.

Rural women have only recently started using toilet paper.

Menstrual belts were often lined with straw, newspapers, or book pages.

The adults at home don't teach them, and the children don't have money to buy toilet paper at school, so they use their homework paper as pads.

As long as this topic isn't brought up, even women themselves wouldn't know that there are so many strange and unusual ways to deal with menstruation.

Jiang Yu was considered a "lucky one" because she used the straight menstrual belt that Jiang Baohai had specially instructed his mother to buy from the store on her first time.

Gao Qingya is somewhere in the middle, not the best but not the worst either. With her older sister having accumulated enough experience, she can personally teach her how to use menstrual belts sparingly.

I've never used the old-fashioned menstrual belt lined with newspaper and straw.

Jiang's mother came out of the house at some point, stammered for a while, and then said:
"This new thing is really useful."

No one in the older generation could escape the troubles brought by menstrual pads, and Jiang's mother didn't want to go through the days of hand-washing menstrual pads anymore.

"It would be better if it were cheaper," Jiang's mother said regretfully.

If it were cheaper, she wouldn't feel so bad using it.

Gao Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll try to bring the price down!"

All the women in the room stared at her. Could the price really be lowered? How?
Gao Qinghe didn't dare to boast and humbly said, "I'll give it a try."

Wholesale has its own wholesale price. If she buys a large enough quantity, does that give her the right to negotiate the price?

However, during the crucial first three months, Gao Qinghe could clearly feel that she was not feeling well.

So, under the expectant gazes of the three women, she spread her hands and said, "Don't worry, you'll all get your share anyway."

That's good. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang's mother glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost five o'clock. Time to make dinner.

Jiang Yu went over to help.

Jiang Baohai called at five o'clock sharp to say that someone was treating them to dog meat today and they wouldn't be home for dinner.

Gao Qinghe told him that his younger sister had arrived.

Jiang Baohai's heart skipped a beat. It's all over!

Before the couple could even prepare themselves for being scolded.

The night Gao Qingya returned home, she received a phone call from home.

Jiang Baohai answered the phone, and before he could even finish saying "hello," Old Lady Tian's loud and forceful scolding voice came through.

You guys are incredibly audacious!
How could I keep such a big thing from my family?
The two young people have no idea what's going on here. What if they make a mistake?
This is utterly outrageous!

After finishing her tirade, Old Lady Tian declared, "I'll come see you tomorrow!"

He wanted to call his granddaughter over and give her a lecture, but Gao Qinghe hung up the phone.

Gao Qinghe patted her chest and chuckled, "Hehe, I've escaped a disaster."

Jiang Baohai could tell from her expression that she hadn't heard what the old lady had just said.

With a mischievous grin, she said, "Grandma said she's coming to see us tomorrow."

The smile on Gao Qinghe's face vanished instantly.

Jiang Baohai suppressed a laugh, picked up his wife, kissed her dazed face, and went back to their room to sleep. (End of Chapter)