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"What do you wish for?!"

Wu Yuezhao looked at Wang Zhaodi, who was full and satisfied, and asked softly.

"I, I just want to eat my fill, not be eaten by others."

Wang Zhaodi sat in the chair, feeling a little timid.

For women like her who were persecuted under feudal ethics, resistance was a luxury.

If she said she didn't hate him, how could that be possible! How could she not hate him? !

Wu Yuezhao could sense her emotions. She really wanted to kill those people. Her biological parents, her parents-in-law, and the man who sold her, she didn't want to let him go! She hoped they all died a miserable death!

But she couldn't say it!

In an era when men in the family had the right to sell female members, women's struggles and resistance would be labeled as crimes.

She didn't dare, she had been controlled to the point of being spineless.

Ah, no, actually women of that era did have backbone, but their backbone could only be used when their chastity was in danger, to commit suicide in order to maintain the face of men!

This shitty rule is like a caltrop, a caltrop-like bondage.

Wu Yuezhao sighed and poured her another glass of water. He did not teach her that women should stand up, nor did he ask her to express her hatred.

What's the use? !

it's useless.

The little animal has been locked up for so long that it doesn't dare to come out easily even if the cage is opened.

The reason why modern women advocate feminism and can express their desire to stand up is not only because of their own awakening of consciousness, but also because in that turbulent era, among those patriots and revolutionary predecessors, there were many women who used their blood to break through the darkness and worked hard for the freedom of the people.

It is also because at that time, there was a great man who recognized and appreciated the contributions of women and made the final statement: "Women hold up half the sky!"

The most fortunate thing is that we did not encounter any explicit oppressive regulations afterwards.

Obedience tests do exist. For the sake of social stability and the stability of some lower-class men, partial behavior objectively exists.

But after all, there is still room for struggle.

Modern women are so lucky to be born in a relatively stable country, at a time when that country is the most stable, powerful and free.

The thorns on the road have been cleared by our predecessors, and there are also people who are carrying the burden and moving forward in the darkness around us.

Most people can live like human beings.

Especially when compared to the 114-page decree that strictly prohibits women from participating in any work, going to school, and being seen by men other than their husbands.

Even if you are at home, you must close the windows and doors. If outsiders see you, it will be the woman's fault!

Moreover, whenever women appear on the street, they must cover their entire body with a burqa. In the past, they could still show their eyes, but now, they have to cover even their eyes, from head to toe.

Nail polish is not allowed. If you are caught, your fingers will be chopped off!

A country full of mobile prisons for women, a country where minors are not allowed to work and the poor can only pick up garbage or my!

This is really much stronger!

As soon as the decree to exterminate women came out, the women of that country fell into hell. Women in other countries were so scared that they didn't even dare to die, for fear that they would be unlucky enough to go to that weird place in their next life!

After all, we’ve been treated that way too.

In that era, if a woman's arm was accidentally touched by a man, her arm would be chopped off to preserve her chastity.

In that era when women were considered virtuous if they were not talented, women were viewed as childbearing animals, who were to give birth and squeeze babies out using the backs of old cows, with the mother protecting the baby.

In that era, women were considered the private property of male family members and were either rented or sold. . .

The pain, wailing, and life worse than death are like scars, engraved in every woman's heart.

Some people take it as a commandment and never dare to break it again for the rest of their lives, while others take it as a shame and try to wash it away.

Everyone was arguing and working hard in that peaceful and humane era.

That’s because the country gives them the confidence to argue and the freedom to resist.

But there was no such thing in Wang Zhaodi’s time.

Wu Yuezhao had no way to tell her that she should hate or to make her strong.

It sounds like this can be said without any back pain while sitting down.

After all, as a woman at the bottom of the social ladder in that fucking era, she was different from those daughters of officials who had access to the Four Books and Five Classics and understood a little bit about the rights of being a human being.

Her life was to work from the moment she was born.

Wu Yuezhao understood.

So, she said to Wang Zhaodi: "Okay, then you can have a good rest in the space. I will open a room for you. There is a list of supplies. You can eat whatever you want. Someone will take care of you."

As Wu Yuezhao spoke, he marked out a private space for Wang Zhaodi with a bed and a TV, and waved to a puppet, asking it to take close care of Wang Zhaodi.

Then she started to harvest the vegetables.

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The moment Wu Yuezhao arrived was the day when Wang Zhaodi was sold.

She was tricked out by her husband on the pretext of going to the county town to buy rice to escape famine.

Oh, maybe I didn’t lie to her. After all, if I didn’t sell her, I wouldn’t have money to buy rice.

There were people hanging everywhere in the market, or some leftover hands and feet.

There are also intestines, just like pig intestines. They are not expensive, but intestines are also meat.

Buy it and wash it clean and stew it.

The best-selling product among these is the filling for wontons.

After all, in theory, the meat there is the most tender, and on the skinny two-legged sheep, that's where the fat is the most.

Most of the vegetable sellers in the market are women, and there are very few men. Even if there are, they can't sell much.

Because men do more labor, and due to their breed, the meat is sour and tough and not very tasty.

Women are born with different physiques, so they are relatively tender, especially young women.

Because so many people eat it and the quantity is so large, there is even a special term for it.

Young women are called "not envious of sheep", which means their meat is tender and more delicious than mutton.

Children are called "rotten bones" because their bones are brittle and their flesh is tender, and they are easily cooked.

The old people are called "Rao Ba Huo" because they are too old and their texture is tough, so they need more fire to cook them.

In fact, there were people who ate men at that time, but at that time, men were the main labor force during marches and wars and when men were conscripted, so for various reasons, people were not inclined to eat men.

But if they are pushed to the limit, once there are troublemakers in the military camp or special circumstances, some of them will actually be eaten.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that if you look through history, you will find it full of stories of cannibalism.

When I was in school, the teachers took into consideration the young age of the students and when they talked about cannibalism, they were only referring to the ethics of that fucking era.

When the students grew up and read history, they realized that cannibalism actually refers to eating one’s own kind. . .