Now, it just comes in handy.

She got off the bed and took off her dirty long johns.

Tear into two strips of cloth of moderate length and width.

There are no auntie towels in this era.

When women in farmers' families have their menstruation, most of them use gray bags.

She had seen Sun's gray bag.

Use old clothes to sew a cloth bag of moderate size, and fill it with plant ash from the bottom of the stove.

She really didn't know what the ladies from wealthy families used.

I'm in an inn now, and I don't have any needlework or ashes on hand.

She had to improvise a simple menstrual belt to make do.

When she finished the menstrual belt, she put the dirty pants under her body and sat back on the bed to cover herself with the quilt.

Luo Fengtang is back.

"Qing'er, I bought the straw paper!"

he said.

A large bundle of straw paper was stuffed in from a corner of the tent.

Then he turned around and walked toward the door, closing the door from the outside.

She knew he was guarding the door.

Then he took off the quilt with peace of mind, got some tissue paper to use, and then put on clean trousers and put them on.

"Okay, you can come in."

She shouted towards the door.

After a moment, he opened the door and came in.

He glanced towards the bed.

The curtain had been rolled up, and she was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt.

She was looking at him with a smile.

His face turned red again.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable right now?"

He came to the bedside and asked her with a worried look on his face.

She smiled slightly: "It's just that my stomach hurts a little. I'll be fine after a while. It's nothing serious."

"That's good." He said.

Turn around and walk to the table, picking up an empty bowl.

Then he took out a pair of paper packages from a pile of tightly tied paper packages and opened them.

Pour some of the contents into the bowl, then grab the crock pot on the table and pour the hot water from the crock pot into the bowl.

This side of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing stroked her stomach, which was still cramping, and frowned slightly.

This body is twelve years old, and after its birthday on the sixth day of the first lunar month, it will be thirteen.

At this age, menarche is normal.
Chapter completed!