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

early morning.

Waking up to the system alarm, Gao Qinghe had just sat up when she felt something was wrong.

When I pulled down my pants, I saw two bright red spots.

No wonder she was so horny last night, turns out her period was about to start.

My desire to sleep by the river or the sea is always particularly strong before and after my period.

Gao Qinghe covered her face, "So annoying!"

Jiang Baohai sat up and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Gao Qinghe got out of bed with a sour face and took off her dirty pants. Jiang Baohai could tell at a glance.

As expected of a married couple, all they could think about was the passion of last night.

Jiang Baohai crossed his arms and clicked his tongue; he knew there must be a reason for this sudden initiative.

She quickly got up, changed her clothes, put the dirty pants she had thrown down in a basin, and took them out.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Jiang Baohai suddenly asked.

In her past life, Gao Qinghe had severe menstrual cramps when she was young, and she would have abdominal pain the day before her period.

But after treatment, I never felt pain again.

Therefore, Jiang Baohai was unsure of her current situation.

Gao Qinghe took a look and said, "It's okay so far. The first few months were fine. It was a slight pain, but it would pass in a few hours."

She's experienced now; she's not a naive young girl anymore.

After being reborn, I paid special attention to this aspect.

Unfortunately, I forgot the date this time; I even had shaved ice yesterday.

Jiang Baohai remembered everything Gao Qinghe had ever said to him in person.

His first thought was that she had told him she had shaved ice on her way back yesterday.

"I'll go make some brown sugar ginger water, just to prevent it from hurting or not."

He went out carrying his dirty pants, then came back and asked, "Are you going to driving school today?"

“Go, you won’t die,” Gao Qinghe replied.

She still sounds angry, but I don't know what she's angry about.

Anyway, Jiang Baohai wouldn't dare to mess with him.

"Sigh~" the man sighed as he washed the clothes, "It'll be a week of nothing."

After washing your pants, hang them to dry under the bathroom window; you should still be mindful of your privacy.

People were coming and going in the courtyard, and he didn't want his wife's underwear to be seen by others.

Jiang's mother wasn't home at this hour, and Jiang Baohai called for his mother all over the yard, but no one answered.

"Where did it go?" Jiang Baohai muttered suspiciously as he strode into the kitchen.

There was still firewood burning in the stove, but it was almost all burned up.

Opening the pot lid, one finds steaming buns made by Jiang's mother herself.

Jiang Baohai brought out the steamed buns and placed them on the table. He found some brown sugar, picked up an old ginger from the ground, added firewood, and started a fire to make brown sugar ginger water for his wife.

The wood-fired stove has a strong flame, so it will be ready in no time.

After Gao Qinghe finished washing up, she called for her mother first.

Mom didn't answer, but Jiang Baohai responded from the kitchen:
"Mom went out and left some steamed buns for us. Didn't someone bring you lunch? I didn't ask Mom to prepare anything last night."

"Come on, drink the sugar water while it's hot." Jiang Baohai put a spoon in the bowl and placed it in front of her.

Gao Qinghe looked world-weary. "So annoying."

Jiang Baohai suppressed a laugh and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My period belt is uncomfortable," she complained.

Jiang Baohai frowned with heartache. Times have changed; he doesn't even know where to buy sanitary napkins anymore.

If it's not available in small places, surely it should be available in big places?
The man thought to himself that he would ask his friends outside to help him find out.

He prefers not to talk about things that are uncertain, otherwise he might end up disappointing people if things don't work out later.

This woman never suffered because of him in her past life. Now that they're together earlier in this life, she'll definitely enjoy even more happiness than she did in her past life.

Otherwise, what's the use of having a man like him!

The man remained silent, only supervising his wife to finish the sugar water and coaxing her to eat the steamed buns before driving her to driving school. She was on her period, and he couldn't bear to let her ride her bicycle alone.

Jiang Baohai picked up Huang Yanqiu on the way and instructed her, "Take care of your cousin; she's not feeling well today."

Huang Yanqiu looked at her stomach and really wanted to smash Jiang Baohai's head in.

So you think only your wife is human, and everyone else isn't?

"What's wrong with you?" Huang Yanqiu nudged Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe said irritably, "Once a month."

Huang Yanqiu understood; it turned out she had started her period. She had thought it was something serious.

"Everyone goes through this, it'll be fine in a few days."

Gao Qinghe is not getting better; she's uncomfortable and dislikes everyone.

A sudden thought struck me: "Why don't I invest in building a factory to make high-quality sanitary napkins specifically for women?"

If she had lived to be sixty in her previous life, she would still have been able to find news online complaining about substandard sanitary napkins.

What does this mean?
This indicates that there will still be a market in 2030.

Moreover, she herself urgently needs a comfortable sanitary napkin.

Gao Qinghe was not joking at all, and said to the two of them, "You must support me."

Jiang Baohai smiled but didn't say anything. He didn't have a single banknote in his hand, so his objections were ineffective.

"Don't go too far." He can't leave his wife.

Gao Qinghe nodded and joked, "I'll try my best."

Qingxian County may not have the conditions to build a factory, but Shanghai is a different story.

Jiang Baohai felt increasingly anxious as he watched her become more and more serious.

It might just be a passing fad; let her be.

Huang Yanqiu was bewildered. During a break from driving lessons, she leaned close to Gao Qinghe and asked curiously:
What are sanitary napkins? What are they used for?

As soon as Gao Qinghe arrived at the driving school, she told Master He that she was menstruating, so she was the first to finish her driving practice and went to the indoor area early to memorize her materials.

Huang Yanqiu's question stirred up Gao Qinghe's heart, which had finally calmed down.

She pushed the documents aside, opened a blank notebook, and drew a diagram of a sanitary napkin on the paper with a ballpoint pen.

"It's essentially the same as the current menstrual belts, but the current menstrual belts don't stick well, the size isn't right, and the absorption, thickness, softness, length, and price are not satisfactory to me."

"So I wanted to make a sanitary napkin that provides a better user experience, doesn't interfere with our running and jumping to work, and is also inexpensive."

Huang Yanqiu nodded, indicating that she understood.

but
"How do we build this?"

She looked at this small sanitary napkin and saw that it involved many processes, which must have been quite difficult.

The sanitary napkins that Gao Qinghe mentioned require high-quality cotton, strong adhesive, absolute safety, and advanced technology, as well as portable packaging. This means the cost cannot be cheap.

She wasn't extravagant enough to spend ten yuan a month on sanitary napkins.

Gao Qinghe had, of course, considered the costs Huang Yanqiu mentioned.

"So let me try to see if I can develop a perfect sanitary napkin first."

Even if all else fails, she will still get the best sanitary napkins available to Qing County!
"I'll call Pei Li in a bit to ask if my money is making money now."

I also asked her to buy all the sanitary napkins currently available on the market and send them over for testing.

The best sanitary napkins Gao Qinghe can buy in the county town are still the straight strip type, which costs 4.5 yuan per pack, with ten pads per pack, and she needs at least two packs per month.

It's now called a menstrual belt. It has a thick pure cotton outer layer, rough workmanship, and a strong sense of friction.

In the county town, these straight-strip sanitary napkins are considered a luxury item.

Most girls used crepe paper that cost five cents a pound, or old-fashioned, reusable menstrual belts.

During my regular classes and work, I'm always worried about leaking, and I live in constant anxiety throughout my period.

But it seems like no one knows about something so important to women.

Gao Qinghe also felt ashamed when she was young.

Now, looking back with the perspective of the past, I realize how foolish I was when I was young.

If you don't speak up, how will others know you're not feeling well? (End of Chapter)