Chapter 26

Qiao Wei felt that she understood why there was no such thing as "period" in later generations.

It was because of the advancement of technology! The emergence of sanitary napkins made it much more convenient for women, and they could work and study normally during their menstrual period.

But now, if anyone told her that she could work normally with this pink knife paper, she would smear her menstrual blood on the other person's face.

This day, except for taking Yan Xiang to the canteen in the compound twice in the morning and at noon, she did not go anywhere and did nothing.

This was the second day with the heaviest flow.

She didn't dare to lie on the bed, not to mention dirtying the bedding, even dirtying the small mattress specially used during menstruation would be a troublesome thing. She had seen that the small mattress was sewn. That is to say, if it was dirty and wanted to be washed, the stitches had to be removed and washed. It should be dried and then sewn.

Qiao Wei has touched needles no more than once in her life. Most of the time, it was because she accidentally got a splinter stuck in her hand, and she used it to pick it out.

She couldn't even thread a thread through it.

There was no such thing as a sofa at home.

She believed that there must be one in big cities, but the problem was that this was just a small town. If the military families didn't have such fashionable furniture as sofas, it was estimated that there would be no such thing in the whole town.

There were eight-immortal tables and long tables in the main hall. There were portraits of great men hanging on the front wall.

There was no place in the house that could make people paralyzed.

Yan Lei promised her yesterday to get her a large bamboo chair. I hope he can get it soon. Otherwise, there is nothing in this house that can be called particularly comfortable.

Even the bed was hard because it was a heated kang.

The original owner was dissatisfied with so many things in life, but she never complained about the hard heated kang. Qiao Wei pondered for a while and then suddenly realized that even the original owner had never slept on a Simmons mattress, so this hardness was normal for her. Only a

time traveler like Qiao Wei would feel it was hard.

She didn't feel it on the first day she arrived because she was still sleeping in a narrow and uncomfortable hospital bed before she traveled through time. But it only took her three days to adapt to the new environment, and she immediately began to miss the soft bed in the afterlife.

So people's needs are always rising step by step, and there is no end.

Now for Qiao Wei, what is the most comfortable thing for the whole family? It's not a kang, but a small bamboo chair.

After breakfast, because Yan Lei said that they would all eat in the cafeteria today, Qiao Wei did not go to the farmers' market to buy vegetables, and took Yan Xiang directly home.

She carried the small bamboo chair to the shade of the tree in the yard, and carried a small stool in front. She sat on the small bamboo chair with her feet on the small stool. With a palm leaf fan, it was the most comfortable state she could do at the moment.

What I hate is the blood on Jinshan Mountain. The ability of the knife paper to absorb and lock water is too limited. Qiao Wei must change the paper frequently.

Come to think of it, this is also a pity that we have traveled to the period text. If we traveled to the pure ancient times and used plant ash, how would we live?

Qiao Wei curled up her feet under the shade of the tree to enjoy the cool. She squinted her eyes at the house and yard, thinking about how to renovate the yard and house after her aunt passed away and she became more familiar with the various conditions here.

Yan Xiang came over with a book held above her head in both hands: "Mom, Mom! Tell a story."

Qiao Wei took it and saw that it was still the book "The Adventures of Little Rag Doll". She

had read this book to Yan Xiang every night since the first day she came here, and she had already finished reading it once. Although she had heard from friends who had given birth that children could listen to a story many times over, Qiao Wei didn't want to repeat it a second time. And in her memory, Yan Xiang should have heard this story many times. Why didn't he get tired of listening to it?

Qiao Wei asked, "How about changing one?"

Yan Xiang said, "There's nothing else. They're all my mother's books."

One reason is that the books are old, and the other is that the place is small. It's no wonder that the original owner always had complaints in his heart. It was an era when material supply was tight, and living in a small town was even more inconvenient.

The technician brought a few books from the capital, and the original owner treated them as treasures. It was really because the things were rare.

Qiao Wei asked Yan Xiang, "Have you heard of Andersen's fairy tales?"

Yan Xiang shook his head.

Qiao Wei held him in her arms and said, "Come, mom will tell you a story about the emperor's new clothes..."

Qiao Wei's first thought was to tell the child a story about a grandfather and seven calabashes, but then she thought, although this is a world in the novel, it is ultimately based on the real world. Even if some things are slightly different, the overall development is the same. There

is a high probability that calabash babies will appear in the future, so she controlled her mouth and changed it to Andersen's fairy tales.

The few children's books in the house were almost worn out. Yan Xiang listened to a brand new story with a completely different style for the first time, and listened attentively.

After listening, he clapped his hands and said, "They are so stupid! The emperor has no new clothes at all. They are afraid of being regarded as stupid people, so they dare not tell the truth. Only children tell the truth!"

Qiao Wei touched his head and praised him, "Our Xiangxiang is really smart, she understood everything."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly said from behind, "What are you talking about?"

Qiao Wei turned her head and looked. She came back from breakfast and closed the courtyard door casually, but did not close it tightly. Now Lin Xixi was standing at the door holding Wu Ni'er.

Half of her body had come in.

"Hey." Qiao Wei put Yan Xiang on the ground, "Why is Xiao Lin here?"

Yan Xiang was very polite and called people: "Sister Lin."

Lin Xixi walked in without being invited and went straight into the yard: "I saw Wu Ni'er, and thought that you, Aunt Qiao, were also at home taking care of Xiang Xiang, so I wanted to come and play with you."

Qiao Wei reached out and took Wu Ni'er, saying generously: "You're welcome. It's so close, you can tell your sister-in-law to come over and visit more often if you have nothing to do."

Ordinary young people hate older people visiting them. But Qiao Wei was the opposite. She spent the last stage of her life in the hospital, without relatives or lovers, and her friends gradually became distant. In her last days, the care and help she received, apart from the medical staff, almost all came from the aunts and sisters in the ward.

Having experienced the ups and downs of life, illness, death and death, she is much more tolerant than ordinary people and is much more Buddhist.

In fact, as long as Lin Xixi does not take the initiative to attack, she really hopes that the original heroine can open up another good life.

But Lin Xixi asked tentatively: "Are you talking about "The Emperor's New Clothes"? "

Although she had a seemingly careless smile on her face, Qiao Wei knew her identity as the original heroine, so how could she not hear the suspicious tone.

"Yes. I didn't expect that you knew that, Xiaolin." She asked back with a smile, "Isn't Xiaolin from the countryside? How did you know?"

Lin Xixi choked.

She originally thought that "The Emperor's New Clothes" should be something from later generations. Because she recalled carefully that when she was in school as a child, the textbooks were all "How the Chairman Learned When He Was a Child", "National Day", "Let the Grain Return to the Warehouse", "Good Aunt", "Three Crossings of the Yellow Mud Slope", "Collective Strength", etc., which were very different from the Chinese textbooks of later generations.

She already suspected that Qiao Wei was a person who was reborn from the dead. But she couldn't figure out from which point in time Qiao Wei came back.

If she died and was reborn like her, then Qiao Wei should have been resurrected from the original place. This sounded strange to her already, and she suddenly realized that the fairy tales Qiao Wei told might be something that didn't exist yet, which made her even more confused.

She wanted to try and see if she could figure out when Qiao Wei came back, but she didn't expect Qiao Wei to choke her with a question.

Yes, if "The Emperor's New Clothes" was something that only appeared in later times, how did Lin Xixi know about it?

Lin Xixi's forehead was slightly sweaty, and she quickly said, "It was the educated youth in our village who told me about it. I heard it was similar to what you said."

"That's right, I was wondering how you knew it." Qiao Wei smiled and said, "Where are Andersen's fairy tales here? They are only found in big cities."

Qiao Wei was talking nonsense. In fact, she didn't even know when Andersen's fairy tales were introduced to China.

But it didn't matter. She had read the original text and knew what kind of person Lin Xixi was.

This aunt who was reborn only had an elementary school education. Although she followed her educated youth husband to settle in the city, it was only a small second- or third-tier city. Moreover, she had been a housewife all her life. The knowledge and vision from the early 1990s might be better than that of people of this era, but it was incomparable to Qiao Wei, who was in the later generations.

Qiao Wei dared to bet that Lin Xixi had no idea when Andersen's fairy tales were introduced to China.

Sure enough, one must have momentum to succeed. Qiao Wei looked so righteous that Lin Xixi suddenly lost her confidence.

"Really? Only big cities have it. I didn't even know." She said vaguely.

"That's why I'm surprised. I came from the city, so I know it's not surprising." Qiao Wei pinched Wu Ni'er's lotus-like little arm and said casually, "But Xiao Lin came from the country and knew it too, so I was surprised."

Lin Xixi's heart was pounding.

But although the middle-aged aunt had little culture and experience, she was good at quarreling and had a sharp tongue. She said calmly, "It's not surprising. There are so many educated youth in our production team. They come from all over the place. If each of them teaches me a little, I will know everything."

"Oh, that's true." Qiao Wei pretended to be enlightened.

Lin Xixi felt that she had successfully resolved the issue. She was bolder and said with a smile, "I know a lot of things, some of which you, Aunt Qiao, may not know. It's a pity that I have never been to the provincial capital. Aunt Qiao, didn't you just go to the provincial capital a few days ago? Tell me what the provincial capital is like?"

She looked at Qiao Wei with bright eyes and expectation.

People of this era can talk for three days and three nights when they go to the city, and if they go to Beijing or Shanghai, they can brag about it for a lifetime. When she said that, Qiao Wei would definitely be unable to resist showing off.

But Qiao Wei said with regret: "I went to visit relatives, but I fell ill and had a high fever. If your uncle Yan hadn't driven to pick me up and took me to the hospital in time, I might have died in the provincial capital. I didn't even have a good look at the provincial capital."

Lin Xixi was stunned.

She was indeed sick in the provincial capital. But shouldn't she have died there?

How could she come back alive?

As if she had heard her thoughts, Qiao Wei lifted Wu Ni'er up and said meaningfully: "Speaking of this, I have to thank you."

"If you hadn't suddenly come to the town, your sister-in-law would have taken care of several children by herself, and Yan Lei would not have been able to leave Xiangxiang here, so he would have gone to the provincial capital to pick me up."

"It's all because of you. You are so diligent and help take care of Xiangxiang. When your uncle Yan saw that I was fine, he took time off to go to the provincial capital."

"He went to the provincial capital and took me to the hospital in time, so I'm fine."

"So when you think about it this way, it's all because of you, Xiaolin, that you came and saved my life."

Qiao Wei is also bad. She has read many rebirth articles that have discussed the issue of the butterfly effect after rebirth.

Lin Xixi obviously had doubts about how "Qiao Weiwei" was still alive, but Qiao Wei didn't bother to prove her innocence. She directly constructed a false butterfly effect and entangled Lin Xixi.

Lin Xixi was confused.

What's going on? Isn't rebirth a chance for God to give her another chance? Let her have the opportunity to seize this good marriage with Yan Lei and live a rich and good life in the future. How come Qiao Weiwei is not dead because she was reborn? What kind of

causal relationship is this?

There was no Internet in the early 1990s, let alone any online novels about rebirth or time travel. Lin Xixi had never come across the concept of the butterfly effect.

She couldn't figure it out.

Qiao Wei directly burned her CPU.