Warlord, Get Out Of My Way

The sanitary pad is small and single. Lin Miaoting's way of making them was very simple. It was just that she had sewn a few more lines horizontally and vertically. There were no complicated patterns embroidered on them. Hence, it did not take much time to make it!    

    

Not long after, Lin Miaoting made nearly 30 large and small white cotton sanitary pads.    

    

Due to the long elbow-movement, her shoulders and wrists felt a little sore and weak. Lin Miaoting planned to rest for a while and then do it again.    

    

After all, she did not quite agree with the methods of repeated use in ancient times. She just wanted to do more. Even if she could not use it once, at least she would not use it too many times.    

    

Of course, she could use hot water to disinfect it. But after all, the things that were brought out of the blood were poisonous and harmful substances in the body. If he had accumulated them on his clothes for a long time, he would have more or less cleaned up the remaining bacteria that had strong vitality.    

    

In the future, she would have to research and develop sanitary pads that were convenient to use. Lin Miaoting secretly swore in her heart!    

    

Rumble ~    

    

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the rain outside the window suddenly increased.    

    

Another white light flashed across the sky and disappeared in an instant, followed by another loud sound.    

    

Lin Miaoting instinctively shook her body, although she knew that there would be thunder after the lightning. However, when she heard it, she could not help but feel a little uncomfortable.    

    

"Thunder and rain, this rain should stop very soon!" Lin Miaoting muttered.    

    

She got up and got down, walked a few steps to the table beside the dressing table, took out the notebook with the words "hand bill" last night, and continued writing.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Miaoting only knew that she had written nearly 20 pages of the bill. Although it looked a lot, because it was used as a brush, the handwriting was inevitably a little thick. Hence, the actual content of the bill was not much.    

    

It seemed that she had to make the charcoal brush as soon as possible!    

    

Suddenly, Lin Miaoting had a bold idea.    

    

Could one of the reasons why ancient people loved writing literature be to use the least number of words to express more meaning and thus save paper?    

    

On television, she saw that in ancient times, they used little white pigeons to send messages! How big of a piece of paper could that little pigeon's leg tie? Did she need to be so smart? Li Miaoting was a little narcissistic.    

    

Suddenly, something flashed through her mind. Then, she swallowed her saliva.    

    

"Roast pigeon!"    

    

Lin Miaoting lightly knocked on her head. This foodie's attributes could never be changed!    

    

She was also convinced of herself. No matter what she saw or thought of, she could associate it with delicious food.    

    

Suddenly, she felt a slight twitch in her appetite.    

    

"No way!" Lin Miaoting was speechless. This foodie really thought of something delicious and instantly became hungry!    

    

Looking at the heavy rain outside that did not change at all, she thought for a moment and then got up and left the table. She closed the bill and went to the house to take a look.    

    

Opening the door of the house, a gust of cold air blew against his face. Instinctively, he tightened the collar of his coat, sniffed his somewhat uncomfortable nose, and walked towards the main house.    

    

Although there was a small corridor in front of the door, it was inevitable that some rain would splash on the bottom of his pants. Lin Miaoting walked in the long corridor. The heavy rain made people unable to see the scene further away.    

    

Lin Miaoting gently pushed the door of the main house and found that it was not inserted. She pushed the door open and entered.    

    

"Keer is here."    

    

Tang Xuemei heard the noise and walked out of the kitchen. Lin Miaoting softly called her mother.    

    

"Look, why are you here? In a while, your mother will make dinner and let your father send it over. See how wet your pants are. " Tang Xuemei blamed Lin Miaoting as she pulled her into the east room to let her change into a pair of dry pants. She then placed the wet pants at the end of the bed and dried them.    

    

"Father, go to the west room first and let Keer change her pants first."    

    

Tang Xuemei went into the house and said to Lin Kaishan who was sitting on the bed against the wall with his eyes closed.    

    

Lin Kaishan opened his eyes and looked at Lin Miaoting. He smiled and said, "Father's Keer is here."    

    

Lin Miaoting called him father. Lin Kaishan nodded and walked out of the house.    

    

Next was Tang Xuemei's personal talk show. In short, every sentence was a reproach for Lin Miaoting's actions.    

    

Tang Xuemei took out a pair of slightly smaller pants from the cupboard on the bed. When she looked at the brand new cloth, she knew that it was a pair of new pants.    

    

"These are new pants for you. I was planning to get them in a few days. I'll try them today. The left and right rooms are warm. These pants alone are not cold."    

    

After handing the pants to Lin Miaoting, Tang Xuemei turned around and left the house. She only left a message when she reached the door.    

    

"Change your pants and come out. The food is almost ready."    

    

For lunch, Tang Xuemei burned a big biscuit mixed with dough (white and rough). From the faint yellow color of the biscuit, one could tell that Tang Xuemei put more white dough and less rough dough.    

    

When the days were good, Tang Xuemei would naturally dare to use white flour. She would not be like before and would not be willing to eat, eat, and wear.    

    

After lunch, Tang Xuemei originally wanted to leave Lin Miaoting behind and prepare to continue teaching her embroidery. But looking at Lin Miaoting's bitter little face, she also gave up on this idea.    

    

It was only because she still wanted to discuss the matter of land with her child's father that it would only arrive next year. There was still more than half a year's time before she was not in a hurry.    

    

When they left the main house, Tang Xuemei brought some food and biscuits for Lin Miaoting. If she said that the rain would not stop, she would probably let her use the small stove to heat it up at night and eat a mouthful.    

    

Returning to her own house, Lin Miaoting first took the food into the kitchen and added some firewood to the stove. She was thinking about what she was going to do in the afternoon. Lin Miaoting thought about it and looked at the basket on the kitchen table that she had just brought back.    

    

"By the way, the space."    

    

Lin Miaoting remembered the basket backpack that she had placed in the space and picked up the basket on the table with her left hand. She planned to eat it if she was in the space.    

    

She then rolled up the sleeves on her left arm and lightly touched the silver moon mark. She softly said, "I want to go in."    

    

Lin Miaoting only felt dizzy. She instantly appeared in the space with the basket in her hand.    

    

"What the hell! What's going on?"    

    

It was a green vegetable field with all kinds of vegetables.    

    

Did she farm? Could it be that this space had mutated?    

    

Countless question marks filled Lin Miaoting's mind. She tried to find a path in this irregular vegetable field.    

    

What is it?    

    

Lin Miaoting felt as if she had kicked something. She bent over and spread the green leaves covering it.    

    

So it was the basket backpack that she brought in earlier. Looking at the basket backpack on the ground and the scattered paper bags beside it, there were some seeds of unknown vegetables that did not come into contact with the ground, Lin Miaoting instantly understood.