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

The weather was muggy, and the bayberries on the bayberry tree behind the house were getting redder and redder, emitting an enticing aroma of ripeness.

Then look at the winding tracks left on the cement floor at some unknown time.

Experienced elders know that the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching.

Gao Qinghe was woken up early in the morning by a steamy heat. She wiped her neck and found her hands were covered in sweat.

Jiang Baohai, lying beside him, was fast asleep, seemingly unaware of the change in temperature.

For the people of Zhao Village, there's no need to turn on the electric fan in June.

But in the last few days of May, Gao Qinghe was so hot that she couldn't sleep at night without an electric fan.

Looking at the normal reactions of everyone around her, she knew that she was the only one who could feel the heat.

According to Dongdong, this is a normal phenomenon; pregnant women are generally more sensitive to heat.

It's a rare Dragon Boat Festival, and Jiang Baohai doesn't have to go to the mine.

Seeing that he was still asleep, Gao Qinghe didn't disturb him. She quietly got up, changed into dry clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The well water drawn from underground was ice-cold; splashing a handful of water on my face brought me back to life.

Jiang's mother walked out of the kitchen with an empty basket on her shoulder and glanced at the bathroom with surprise.

I didn't expect Gao Qinghe to get up so early.

"Mom, are you going to town?" Gao Qinghe asked expectantly.

Seeing that Jiang's mother nodded, he immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll go with you."

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and there will definitely be many people setting up stalls in town. She was thinking about the fried rice cakes and vegetable tofu pudding at the stalls.

Seeing that she was full of energy, Jiang's mother smiled, locked the door, and the two of them went to the town's morning market together.

Festivals are similar to market days; people arrive in town early in the morning with their wares to sell.

Jiang's mother bought a bunch of mugwort leaves and a bag of sulfur.

Jiang's mother originally wanted to wrap zongzi herself, but the second branch of the family came over early and said they would wrap them together. So Jiang's mother prepared some glutinous rice to take with her, and the two families wrapped them together, bringing more than ten home.

Just the right amount, enough for a family of four to each have two or three, and they got to try them out.

Jiang Baohai's canteen at the mine also made zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), and brought back ten more. Now we eat zongzi for breakfast.

Gao Qinghe was already tired of it, but as soon as she saw the tofu pudding on the stall, she couldn't move away.

When asked if she wanted some, Jiang's mother shook her head and backed away as if trying to avoid the situation.

Gao Qinghe asked the stall owner to add extra chili oil, pickled cabbage, pickled radish, and other condiments, then picked up the bowl and comfortably ate a bowl of tofu pudding.

After she finished eating, Jiang's mother finished shopping, and the two women took a walk home.

I had barely stepped inside when I heard a voice behind me call out, "Mom! Sister-in-law!"

Jiang's mother turned around in surprise and was overjoyed to see Jiang Yu running back with her schoolbag on her back.

"You're on holiday?" Gao Qinghe asked with a smile.

Jiang Yu nodded. "I had to attend evening self-study yesterday, so I took Sister Yan Hong's car back early this morning. She was going to the countryside to pick up guests and asked me to tell my sister-in-law that she was too busy to come see you."

As they spoke, the three of them went into the house. Jiang Yu put down her schoolbag and hurriedly took out a copy of today's morning newspaper and handed it to Gao Qinghe.

"Sister-in-law, look!"

Gao Qinghe thought it was just an ordinary, amusing incident, because her sister-in-law loved reading newspapers and was always keeping up with the changes in the outside world.

I would also come back and share any interesting news I found with her.

Who can blame them when Gao Qinghe provides so much emotional value?
I showed it to my brother, and he glanced at it, said "oh," and then said nothing more.

I showed it to my mom, but she couldn't recognize more than two words. I waved her away so she wouldn't get in the way of her housework.

My sister-in-law is the best; she's educated and knowledgeable, and I always give her a lot of positive feedback.

Gao Qinghe also reads newspapers regularly, and always buys the latest edition of the Times when she goes out.

However, I've been feeling irritable lately because of the weather, so I took a break for a few days.

She first sat down on the wooden sofa with the thick cushions removed, then drank a glass of water before leisurely picking up the newspaper under Jiang Yu's anxious gaze. Her hand trembled slightly, and as she glanced down, her relaxed expression turned serious.

Today's provincial newspaper featured a photo that took up almost the entire front page as its headline.

The photo shows several packs of sanitary napkins, with the words "Globally Renowned Brand Jieling Sanitary Napkins" printed on the top!
The middle line reads: "Safe and hygienic, comfortable to use, only 1.99 yuan per pack, protecting all women during their menstrual period."

At the very bottom, there is a line of smaller print: For inquiries, please contact Manager Xiang at 7734567.
Jiang Yu asked excitedly, "Sister-in-law, did you see that? The sanitary napkins you gave us before have been reported!"

All her family knew was that Gao Qinghe had previously vowed to bring down the price of sanitary napkins.

But apart from her husband Jiang Baohai, no one knew that Gao Qinghe had secured the exclusive distribution rights for Jieling in the three southwestern provinces.

Therefore, Jiang Yu simply felt that she had reported the sanitary napkins she had used.

In this era, reported products are synonymous with quality and high-end.

People haven't experienced the effects of false advertising yet, so even if the advertising is ridiculously exaggerated, many people still believe it.

Moreover, Jiang Yu herself had used this butterfly-shaped sanitary napkin, but had never seen it on the market before.

Now that I read in the newspaper that it's available in the province and I can buy it right outside my door, and a pack is even a dollar cheaper than it is now, I'm naturally happy.

Don't underestimate this one yuan. Two packs cost two yuan, which can save you twenty-four yuan a year!
Gao Qinghe did not expect Xiang Nanfei to act so quickly.

She was even more curious about how he did it, since she hadn't allocated any funds to him.

It's on the front page, taking up such a large space; this ad space must be expensive.

After her initial excitement subsided, Jiang Yu turned on the TV and prepared to select a channel.

When I turned on the local TV station, I saw an advertisement for Jie Ling sanitary napkins again.

Moreover, the advertisements were interspersed between local TV programs, with the catchy and addictive slogan "One pack for only 1 yuan" appearing repeatedly.

Jiang Baohai got up and went to the living room, where he saw a 1.99 yuan note on the TV.

She looked at Gao Qinghe in surprise.

A questioning look in his eyes: Has your sanitary napkin business really progressed to this stage?

Gao Qinghe gave a mysterious smile.

The couple quickly exchanged a glance, tacitly agreeing not to mention it at home.

Although Jiang Baohai didn't know why his wife didn't want to show off such a good thing, he respected her decision since she didn't want to mention it.

In response, Gao Qinghe said: You ordinary people don't understand the joy of making a fortune in silence.

However, don't be fooled by Gao Qinghe's seemingly nonchalant demeanor.

But as soon as the Dragon Boat Festival was over, she immediately called Xiang Nanfei to arrange a meeting to find out what was going on.

She was told that they were too busy to make an appointment.

He tossed me an address and slammed the phone down.

The phone call had barely ended when the order came in. Xiang Nanfei was so busy he wished he had eight hands and four brains.

Gao Qinghe, curious, followed the address given to her by Xiang Nanfei and arrived at the flour mill's staff dormitory building.

She asked any of the older women picking vegetables, and they immediately and enthusiastically led her to the door of the activity room on the top floor.

This activity room looks very dilapidated; the windows are covered with a thick layer of dust, and it's unclear how long it has been abandoned.

This used to be a place for factory workers to socialize and socialize, but now it has become a storage room.

The door was not closed; it was wide open.

Gao Qinghe peered inside, her gaze passing over a pile of waist drums and large drums.

Then I saw Xiang Nanfei, his hair a mess, answering the phone and registering information, so busy he looked like he was about to fly.

Xiang Nanfei vaguely heard some noise outside the door. He glanced at it briefly and saw Gao Qinghe. He was only surprised for a moment.

He looked at her with the excitement of seeing a savior, quickly called her in, and handed her paper and pen, saying, "I'll read to you, you write!" (End of Chapter)