Feng Qingyun's appearance was like a ray of light shining into the darkness. She could find information on any production method.
Since then, Qin Qianluo's ideas have become active again, after all, the more things that can bring convenience to the people, the better.
Now, she eagerly anticipates bringing higher-quality hygiene products into every household, improving people's lives, and bringing a touch of warmth and change to this fictional world.
As my thoughts raced, the carriage slowly came to a stop, and the outline of the farm came into view.
Qin Qianluo eagerly lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of earth rushed towards her.
She took a deep breath, jumped out of the car quickly, and ran towards the workshop.
Upon entering the workshop, Qin Qianluo's gaze was immediately drawn to the neatly arranged finished products of toilet paper and sanitary napkins.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her steps were quick and firm as she strode to the counter where the finished products were displayed.
She first gently picked up a sanitary napkin, the slightly rough texture coming from her fingertips, but she didn't care at all, carefully checking every detail.
She gently pressed it with her fingers to feel its absorbency, then brought the sanitary napkin close to her nose to smell if there was any odor.
Then, she picked up a roll of toilet paper, slowly unrolled it, and nodded slightly at the paper's resilience and fineness.
She flipped through the pages one by one, not overlooking any potential problems, her focused expression seemingly oblivious to everything around her.
After the inspection, Qin Qianluo smiled with satisfaction and murmured to herself, "Under the current conditions, being able to produce such a product is already an achievement."
But a hint of regret still lingered in her smile. She frowned slightly and sighed softly, "If only we had plastic."
With it, not only can the anti-leakage effect of sanitary napkins be greatly improved, but users can also be more comfortable and hygienic when moving around.
Unfortunately, this is simply impossible to achieve in the present day.
After reviewing all the finished products, Qin Qianluo was just about to explain the follow-up matters when a crucial question exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt.
She slapped her forehead and muttered in annoyance, "Oh dear, how could I have forgotten about that!"
Most people are wearing rags and leggings these days, so there's no way they can use sanitary napkins!
Her brows furrowed instantly, and she paced anxiously back and forth in the workshop, her hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching.
Various solutions flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, but she rejected them one by one.
Suddenly, as if grasping at a lifeline, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked to the table beside her, picked up a brush, and rapidly ground ink on the paper.
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes focused and determined, and began to sketch the design of modern underwear stroke by stroke, relying on her memory.
Her brushstrokes are sometimes rapid, sometimes steady, and every stroke is filled with a desire to solve problems.
During the drawing process, she would stop from time to time to carefully recall every detail of the underwear.
From the width of the waistband to the curvature of the legs and the way the cuffs are tapered, from the special design of the crotch to the overall proportions, we strive for precise reproduction.
After she finished drawing it, she gathered the embroiderers and, pointing to the drawing, explained the dimensions and details in detail.
Her voice was urgent and clear, and she gestured frequently to make sure the embroiderers understood every point.
"The curve here must be rounded so that it won't rub against your skin when you wear it."
This size must be measured accurately, without the slightest deviation. If it's too big, it won't fit snugly; if it's too small, it will feel tight and uncomfortable..."
After giving her instructions, she watched the embroiderers' departing figures and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the craftsmen who were making sanitary napkins gathered around, their faces full of curiosity and doubt, looking at each other.
They whispered among themselves, "How do you use this thing? We've never seen one before."
When they saw the blueprints in the hands of the embroiderers, they were initially bewildered, but then they suddenly understood and their eyes revealed admiration.
One of the older craftsmen couldn't help but exclaim, "Our prince is truly exceptionally intelligent! He can even come up with such novel ideas!"
If Qin Qianluo heard their praise, she would definitely wave her hand, after all, she was just copying modern things, which was not really creative.
These are the fruits of our ancestors' wisdom; she just happened to know them. Making people's lives better is what matters most.
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