On such a private topic, even if her daughter held her hand and asked about it, Mrs. Sun would still feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She said with twinkling eyes.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

After Mrs. Sun left, Yang Ruoqing was tidying up her house and was distracted when she saw something she had pressed under the box.

In these ancient times, menstruation was a relatively taboo topic for women.

Not only most men, but even women themselves feel that women are the most filthy during those days of the month.

If a man messes with it, he will be in trouble.

Therefore, in a wealthy family, a man has three wives and four concubines. When one of the wives is menstruating, they must not have sex with each other.

And this man has needs, so he will go to other concubines' houses to spend the night and be happy.

Going up to the palace, I heard that when the eunuchs around the emperor arranged for the concubines to sleep, they would register the date of each concubine's menstrual period in advance, and then make arrangements.

If a concubine's menstrual period is disordered, early, or postponed, she must report it in time.

When the emperor came, he wanted to invite her to his bed, but she disappointed him.

Not only do men think women's menstrual blood is dirty, but women themselves also think their own menstrual blood is dirty.

This problem is a bit sad.

Closer to home, it is precisely because of this normal physiological phenomenon that women feel inferior. Therefore, what can be used to effectively absorb menstrual blood during menstruation has naturally become a sensitive and taboo topic.

Women can wash themselves by the pond at the entrance of the village and talk about having children.

You can also work in the fields, pick tea leaves in the mountains, and make non-vegetarian jokes with the men in the same village.

But women rarely sit together and talk to each other about menstrual periods.

Because there is no communication and reference, women have their own various methods, and they also make a lot of jokes about it.

The mother in the family will teach her daughter who has just grown up, and the sister-in-law will teach her own methods to her sister-in-law, but it will only be a dull exchange of a few words.

Therefore, when Yang Ruoqing first became an adult and had her first period,

Mrs. Sun was happy because her daughter had finally grown up.

But at the same time, Mrs. Sun handed something to Yang Ruoqing very cautiously, briefly said a few words on how to use it, and she left the room embarrassedly.

What Sun gave to Yang Ruoqing was a cloth bag about the length of a rolling pin and the width of a palm, which was placed at the bottom of the box.

The bag was bulging inside and filled with plant ash, and the only opening of the bag was sewn shut with needle and thread.

This is a brand new menstrual bag made by Mrs. Sun herself for Yang Ruoqing. It is a gift from a mother to a woman who has just grown up.

But my daughter has never used it once.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing took out this thing and looked at it carefully. She saw a lot of black stuff coming out of the pores of the cotton cloth, just like blackheads on her nose.

She knew it was the plant ash inside.

My mother and my aunt must be using this, right?

Maybe this is a method passed down by Grandma Ga, right?

Maybe many aunties in the village also use it this way?

But Yang Ruoqing really couldn't use this thing. The absorption effect was not good, it was inconvenient to move, and it was very unhygienic.

So she always used the ones she made by herself. She used several layers of clean, soft and absorbent cotton to make a menstrual belt, and then fixed it around her waist, just like wearing a pair of breasts.

Later, when conditions became better and she earned more money, she discovered that rice paper was very good.

It is clean, hygienic, and the rice paper of good texture is soft and absorbent.

So the menstrual belt has been improved, with ears added inside. You can put rice paper in it, jump up and down, and flip it 360 degrees without any problem.

She used it well herself, so she secretly passed this method on to Xiaohua Xiaoduo and the others.

The sisters all use it tacitly.

Yang Ruoqing also thought about giving it to Mrs. Sun, but as soon as she took it out, Mrs. Sun's face turned red as if something was wrong. She hurriedly accepted it and pushed Yang Ruoqing out of the room before Yang Ruoqing could tell her how to use it.

Hey, the fourth aunt is sick, probably infected by these unhygienic things.

If a woman is sick in that area, it will be very painful.

I will have a bold communication with Mrs. Sun next time I have the opportunity. I don’t want my mother to get sick!

After making up her mind, Yang Ruoqing put the things away again, closed the lid of the box and turned to do other things.

Soon, it will be New Year’s Eve.

During the Chinese New Year last year, the Sun family and others were still in the capital, and Chen'er was also in the capital.

Yang Ruoqing felt sorry for her father, Yang Huazhong, and her younger brother, Xiao An, who were lonely at home, so last year for the New Year's Eve dinner, Yang Ruoqing gathered the two families together.

This year is different. Except for Tang Yazi, everyone else is back.

Da'an and Xiao'an are back, Chen'er is back, and there's also a new addition, Feng'er.

So this year, although the two families celebrated the Chinese New Year separately, they were very lively.

But amidst the excitement, Yang Ruoqing suppressed her longing for Luo Fengtang in her heart. As for her ambition, she tried not to think about it.

Thinking too much can't change anything. It's not that she didn't try hard to save her, it can only be said that she is powerless.

"Qing'er, after watching the New Year's Eve tonight, I'm bringing Chen'er and Bao Bao over to eat dumplings. Because in the early morning, I have to invite everyone to come over and help set off the firecrackers. I made a lot of dumplings!"

At night, when Yang Ruoqing brought a pair of children to the eldest Sun's house to pay New Year's greetings, Sun said to her.

If a boy is born in the family, a lot of firecrackers will be set off on New Year's Eve to celebrate, and relatives and friends at home must be invited to come over.

When you invite relatives and friends over to set off firecrackers, you naturally have to treat them with food.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Chen'er said earlier that he would stay up late tonight and help his brother Feng'er set off firecrackers!"

Mrs. Sun smiled happily, her loving eyes sweeping over Chen'er and Luo Baobao, her eyes filled with relief.

Da Sun and Huang Mao brought a lot of melon seeds, peanuts and various snacks, "Come on, come on, don't just talk, let's crack melon seeds and talk. It's New Year's Eve tonight!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and thanked her, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started cracking them, looking out to the yard from time to time.

Da'an, Dajie, Xiaoan, Chen'er, and Yang Yongjin were all sitting at the table next door, talking about topics that men like to talk about.

Although Chen'er is the youngest and is separated from them by a generation, sitting together here does not feel at all inconsistent.

Moreover, this was originally a normal chat among the elders, but in the end it became the center of attention unconsciously.

The elders at the table were all listening to him and asking him questions from time to time.

No matter which elder asked the question, Chen'er always responded with a smile and patience.

He is neither humble nor silent, he is a humble gentleman, yet he makes people feel awe-inspiring.
Chapter completed!