Last time the village struck the gong Jin Tian, now only her mother is at home alone, this time Jin Yu didn't dare to leave like this.

I waited for the news in my heart, hoping that nothing bad would happen in the village again.

I took the muslin cloth I bought last time, carefully cut it into a length of more than 20 centimeters, and stuffed cotton in a cloth bag with a width of six or seven centimeters as a sanitary napkin.

Until the oil in the oil lamp burned out, neither the father nor Muzi returned, except for the previous bustle after which the village was quiet.

Jin Yu looked out in the courtyard, except for the waning moon hanging in the dark sky,

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