The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

After having this thought, Xiao Han thought about it carefully and found that he actually knew nothing.

Not to mention glass, cement and other things like that, she has no idea how to make them. She can't even make the simplest soap.

She also discovered that, while this alternate dimension lacked transparent glass, it did have vibrantly colored glass lamps. It lacked cement, yet it had bluestone paving that was as seamless as cement. It lacked soap, but it had cheap soap made from soap nuts and high-end, perfume-like cleansing water used by the wealthy.

After discovering that he had no invention skills, Xiao Han thought of his predecessors who had traveled through time and space and started out by selling recipes and seasonings.

But her cooking skills are far inferior to those of the chefs in the restaurant.

Therefore, she really couldn't understand why a person like her, who was not given a golden finger by God and had no special skills, was chosen by the time-travel god to become a member of the time-travel army?

Unable to think of any way to make money, Xiao Han could only continue working honestly.

In August, something happened that made Xiao Han experience what it meant to be socially dead.

There were quite a lot of guests at Liuxianlou that day, so the people working there were very busy.

Xiao Han was also busy washing vegetables and dishes. When she stood up and picked up the bucket to fetch water from the well, Aqiang, the young waiter in charge of serving food, passed by and said with a smile, "Xiao Han, be careful when plucking the chickens. You're getting chicken blood on your clothes."

Xiao Han can understand a lot of words now. She wondered in her heart, why did the chicken get stained with chicken blood when she didn't pluck the chicken today.

Just as she tilted her head to check, Uncle Wu came out of the kitchen. Having been married for many years, he immediately understood what was going on and patted Aqiang on the back of the head, "That's not for you to see. Get back to work."

Ah Qiang covered the back of his head and walked away unwillingly saying: "It's just a little bit of chicken blood. I kindly reminded you that it's wrong. Why can't I watch it?"

Aunt Liu, who was washing dishes nearby, laughed and said, "Aqiang, when you get married, you'll know what that blood is."

At this moment, Xiao Han had already guessed what the bloodstains on his body meant.

She was so embarrassed that she dropped the bucket and ran to her room.

Emma, a relative came to visit, but I didn't notice it, but some stupid young boy shouted it out.

It has been several months since she came here, but her period has never come.

Although Xiao Han was a little worried about her body, in the ancient times when there were no sanitary napkins, having her period was a very inconvenient thing. So when her period didn't come normally, she was worried but also relieved.

But unexpectedly, this relative came to visit suddenly without any warning.

Today I happened to be wearing the light-colored old skirt that the shopkeeper's wife wore when she was young, and it was stained with very obvious blood.

I went back to the room, changed my clothes, took care of myself briefly, and then went to the kitchen stove to collect the ashes.

Fortunately, the woman in charge of the kitchen fire was there. As soon as she saw Xiao Han's actions, she understood what was going on and helped to get some fresh, still warm wood ash.

Fresh wood ash is actually very clean, free of bacteria, and is the cheapest and most readily available, making it the best protective product for ancient women during menstruation.

Xiao Han secretly thanked herself for having made preparations beforehand and made a menstrual belt out of scraps of cloth, which could serve as a temporary solution.

Oh! This thing called menstruation. If it doesn’t come, I’m worried. If it does come, I’m very upset.

The subsequent impact of this socially fatal incident was that after Ah Qiang knew what the blood was about, whenever he met Xiao Han, he would lower his head and run away quickly.

The days slip by one by one in the daily busyness.

However, as Xiao Han understood more and more of the local language, she discovered something even more shocking, that is, there are cultivators in this world.

The cultivator she was closest to was the City Lord of Lingyun City. Although she had worked in the City Lord's Mansion for a few days and had never seen the City Lord in person, that was also the closest she had ever been to a cultivator.

As for whether the realm division of cultivators was the same as those in the cultivation novels she had read, and what realm the city lord was at, she had no idea.

The people working in the restaurant had only seen the monk and didn't know his specific situation. Even if she asked again and again, they couldn't explain it.

Ordinary people here, or rather those who have never practiced cultivation, call male cultivators "immortal masters" and female cultivators "fairies." They say that Liuxianlou was renamed Liuxianlou because cultivators visited it several times.

It is said that the monks who have visited Liuxian Tower look no different from ordinary mortals, except that their attitudes are more arrogant.

Xiao Han's blood boiled when she thought of the cultivators in the novels about cultivation that she had read, who could fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and live for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

So, did God let her travel here so that she can cultivate immortality?

However, when she looked at her body which was almost twenty years old, she immediately became discouraged.

In those cultivation novels, everyone starts testing their spiritual roots at a young age, and then those with spiritual roots begin cultivation. For someone like her, even if she had spiritual roots, she was already past her prime period for cultivation.

Therefore, becoming a monk is probably like winning the jackpot in the lottery. Just think about it and don’t get obsessed with it.

After the excitement, Xiao Han is still the diligent worker.

Alas! Workers have a working spirit, and all workers are hardworking people!

The only thing that comforted her was that in December when the snow began to fall, in addition to buying winter clothes and daily necessities such as cotton clothes and quilts, she also saved more than 2,300 copper coins.

Although the money is not much, at least I am not penniless.

Now she can communicate with the locals, which made her think of her second learning goal, which is to learn the local language.