With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

As soon as a man came in, he kicked the dustpan at the door to the ground.

When I saw my three daughters at home, with their pairs of small feet as big as palms, I was filled with anger.

If the three daughters in the family all work as maids, they can only earn 60 cents a day!

As time went by, not only could I build a house for my family, but I also had the money to find a wife for my son!

As a result, people didn’t want her just because she had bound feet!

The man got very angry at home, but it was of no avail; his family could not get this good job.

This was the first time he regretted binding his daughters' feet.

At this time, in another dilapidated yard, a couple came in and hurriedly ran towards the little girl who was washing clothes in the yard.

"Mother! Quickly get the baby's legs open!"

"Good good!"

After two people came over, they grabbed the little girl's feet without saying a word.

Take off your shoes and the layers of foot binding wrapped around them.

After taking it off, the woman stroked the little girl's feet and sighed.

"Fortunately, it hasn't been wrapped for a few days. It should be able to recover in a few days!"

The little girl's father also showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hehe, it's a good thing our girl bound her feet late!"

The little girl was still holding the wet clothes in her hands, with a look of disbelief and confusion on her face.

When her parents bound her feet, no matter how much she cried or screamed, they would not take them off for her.

What happened today? Although she didn't know the situation, she was happy in her heart.

At this time, Zhou Yue had a clear view of these people's actions through the projection system.

From the behavior of these parents, she could not see any care for her daughter, only their eyes full of benefits.

For the sake of their own interests, they were willing to let their daughter take off her foot binding and stop binding her feet.

Zhou Yue didn't care about their thoughts, no matter how utilitarian they were. She only cared about these girls and thought that they would no longer be tortured.

The factory officially started operations the next day, and all the women in the town who had not bound their feet were waiting outside the factory with great anticipation.

This factory makes soap and perfumed soap. The work is not hard and women are fully capable of doing it.

Those who are older do heavier work, while the little girls who are seven or eight years old are assigned some lighter work.

The factory was bustling throughout the morning and everyone was working very enthusiastically.

They are all women who have lived for so many years and have always been doing household chores, either feeding chickens and ducks, or cooking and chopping wood.

It is also their first job, so they cherish it very much.

There was almost no one who was lazy or slacking off, and everyone worked with concentration and seriousness.

Lunch was prepared in a kitchen next to the factory.

Zhou Yue prepared a lot of food for these NPCs, including bacon, dried vegetables, dried mushrooms, etc.

There are several hundred women working in this factory, and the food they cook is cooked in a big pot for several hundred people.

In several large iron pots, cut the bacon and mushrooms into cubes and cook them with white rice to make a large pot of bacon and mushroom porridge.

It was not yet time to get off work at noon, and the people working in the factory smelled the aroma of meat.

"Wow! It smells so good! Who's cooking meat?"

"I smell it coming from our factory's kitchen!"

"Really? I only get two cents a day and I can eat meat!"

"Hurry! Let's keep working! Otherwise, we won't be able to make up for the wages our boss paid us!"

At 12 noon, lunch was served promptly and the female workers lined up to get their meals.

When they held a full bowl of bacon and mushroom porridge, they swallowed their saliva and even their eyes were a little red.

Although this town is slightly richer than other villages.

But life was not so easy, and we could only eat meat a few times a year.

Moreover, they are the women in the family, and precious things like meat are usually given to the men and boys in the family.

After all, men have to do heavy work in the fields, and everyone subconsciously thinks that boys are more valuable than girls.

"Er Ya, why are you crying~"

The NPC aunt saw a little girl in her teens squatting in the corner, sobbing with a meal in her hand.

When Erya heard someone talking, she quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and raised her head.

"Auntie, I'm fine, thank you."

N PC Auntie patted the little girl's shoulder with her palm.

The bones of this little girl are clearly visible even at her shoulders. She is extremely thin and frail, and it is obvious that she has been lacking food since childhood.

"You're welcome. Come to our factory and you'll have enough to eat every day!"

Erya's eyes lit up and she nodded heavily, "Aunt! I will work hard!"

Just as the two of them were enjoying a tender moment, in the distance it seemed as if someone was arguing.

"This is the factory's food. You can only eat it here and you can't take it away!"

An NPC reached out to stop her, a woman in her 30s.

The woman smiled apologetically, "It's one bowl per person anyway, so it's okay for me to take some back, right?"

The NPC's expression was not very good. "Then tell me, why did you take the food back?"

The woman frowned, looking worried.

"Alas, my husband can't cook, and he and the children are probably still hungry! How can I not send the food back?"

The NPC's expression seemed to be saying, as expected.

"You gave them your meal, so what do you eat?"

The woman was stunned for a moment and spoke helplessly.

"Hey, I still have potatoes at home. I can just go home and cook two potatoes."

Hearing this, the NPC aunt came over and said something.

"This is the food provided by the factory, you should eat it! Why should they eat while you eat potatoes? Your man can't cook, can't he learn?"

After hearing this, the woman still looked a little embarrassed.

"How can a grown man just hang around pots and pans?"

The NPC lady rolled her eyes and said, "Girl, what you said is not right! Is cooking exclusive to us women? We all have two hands, why can't men do it?"

Among these female workers, some had more advanced ideas and felt indignant when they heard this.

"Yes! Why should we serve those masters every day?"

"It's fine that we didn't make any money before, but now we can make 20 cents a day, which is much more than what the men in the family make!"

"Today's meal in our factory was prepared by these big brothers! We should let the men at home learn how to cook!"

Zhou Yue was watching this scene through the screen projection at this time.

She felt a little excited in her heart. These women finally realized something.

The female workers had never understood true equality between men and women, but she believed that something must have changed in their hearts at this moment.

Even in modern times, true equality between men and women cannot be achieved.

There is employment discrimination against women in the workplace, and the efforts of full-time housewives are despised at home.

Zhou Yue feels that the sooner the concept of gender equality appears in China, the better.

This woman's ideological enlightenment may have started in this factory!

The woman who was about to go home to deliver food listened to the heated discussions around her.

Every word pierced her heart, and she seemed to feel something was different.

"Okay! I won't deliver the meal. Let him figure it out on his own!"

She took the bowl back and started drinking the porridge with chopsticks.

Every grain of rice was filled with the aroma of meat. She couldn't remember when was the last time she ate meat.

Just after finishing their meal, several female workers quickly entered the factory and wanted to continue working.

But the NPC aunt stopped them with a smile on her face.

"From now on, we won't work in the afternoons!"

The female workers were a little confused, "Auntie, if we don't work in the afternoon, what do we do?"