After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

There was only one lamp on in the hut. The wind blew, and the candle wick covered in the gauze trembled and was almost blown out. Wen Ranyan reached out and put it in a windless place. The candle wick stood slightly, and the figures of two people were reflected on the white wall.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes, reflecting a flowing color that was so captivating: "Feng Zhuyue has harmed you to this state, don't you hate him, Sister Shen? Don't you want to take revenge on him?"

Shen Zhixiang was wearing a lavender embroidered dress today, with a cloud-shaped jade necklace around her waist. Her moist black hair was combed into a single bun with a jasper-colored hairpin inserted diagonally. Her ears were decorated with jade beads that glowed brightly. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and compassionate, and she was graceful and calm.

Hearing Wen Ranyan's question, she smiled and said lightly: "I am just an insignificant passer-by. I have no feelings for him, so where does the hatred come from?"

"Besides, given his personality, he will get into trouble sooner or later. Even if I don't retaliate against him, it's impossible for others to show mercy to him. I will just sit back and watch him burn himself."

After saying that, Shen Zhixiang picked up the teacup and took a sip. Her eyes, which were originally indifferent, now had a sharp edge.

Wen Ranyan played with the golden bell on her wrist, smiling lingeringly: "This is a bloodless victory."

Shen Zhixiang lowered her eyelids slightly and said softly, "I just don't want to dirty my hands and get myself into trouble."

"It's true that my hands are dirty." Wen Ranyan murmured softly. Her curiosity was still unabated, so she couldn't help but ask again: "Then Sister Shen, what exactly are you worried about?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhixiang paused holding the teacup, and her face suddenly darkened: "Actually, it's not a big deal for others, but I'm really sad in my heart. The longer I'm sad, the more it becomes a worry."

"One of my students was forced to marry and have children just after she came of age. Her in-laws wanted a boy, so they forced her to keep giving birth. After giving birth to four girls, she finally gave birth to a boy. When the family was happy, she died of hemorrhage. However, her in-laws did not feel sad about her death. Instead, they announced to the public that she had a bad fate."

"She was also a living person, but those people just used one word, "She had a bad fate," to describe her whole life..."

"I tried my best to save her, but the secular world always got in the way. I could only watch her being tortured by her unworthy in-laws."

At this point, Shen Zhixiang tightly gripped the teacup, her face became even more gloomy, and tears appeared in her eyes. She was annoyed by the indifference of others and worried about the fate of women.

This scene is just the tip of the iceberg. There must be much more that she cannot see.

Hearing this, the smile on Wen Ranyan's lips froze, and there was a hint of obscurity in her almond-shaped eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Shen Zhixiang also knew that these words were too heavy, so she stopped talking immediately: "Forget it, let's not talk about these sad things, let's talk about something else, something happy."

Wen Ranyan followed her lead and mentioned something else: "Sister Shen just mentioned students. Did you open a school?"

Shen Zhixiang shook her head, but her eyes reflected a special tenderness. She said: "It can't be considered a school. It just teaches some poor women to learn a few words. The most important thing is to teach them some skills to make a living. In the future, they can also find a way to make money for themselves."

"Would you like to come with me and take a look?"

She extended an invitation to Wen Ranyan in a gentle voice.

Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled, and she nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Thousands of bright lights were on, and the moon was above the willows. Shen Zhixiang led her to a quiet alley. Walking further in, she saw a small courtyard with lights coming out from it like fireflies.

Although the courtyard is simple, it can accommodate quite a few people. The sounds of women chatting and laughing, as well as working hard, can be heard from time to time, full of vitality, merging into a moving song in the quiet night.

Shen Zhixiang stood by the wall, watching the scene inside with a gentle look. There were women inside, some of them were learning needlework, some were learning how to dye cloth, and some were learning how to cook delicious dishes...

No one was idle. Their eyes were all as firm as a rock. Their calloused hands glowed under the light, as if they were fighting against the world.

"How beautiful, isn't it?" Shen Zhixiang's eyes were filled with light, incredibly warm.

Wen Ranyan nodded, "It should be the most beautiful scene of the night."

There's nothing better to look at.

Shen Zhixiang looked at the beautiful scenery in the courtyard and said leisurely, "It is difficult for women to live in this world. It's not that they don't want to fight, but they have been cut off from the beginning. No one taught them how to read and write, how to understand things, or how to be their own masters. Instead, they are imprisoned for life by the "Female Rules" and "Female Precepts."

"There are thousands of roads in this world, but everyone only teaches them that one road. How ridiculous is that? But as long as you point them to a road, they will walk on it firmly, no worse than anyone else."

"I am lucky to be born in the Taifu Mansion and have an open-minded father. If I follow the crowd, I will be sorry for the books I have read and the principles I have learned. Although I am a small woman, an ant can also shake a tree. I hope that one day, women can live uprightly and uprightly like men in this prosperous world, instead of being trapped in a small corner like a puppet and suffering hardships."

Wen Ranyan looked at her steadily: "But this road is not easy to walk on."

“This road is difficult, but someone has to go first. Although I am not talented, I am willing to be that pioneer.”

Shen Zhixiang stood in the wind, her light purple dress fluttering in the wind, as if it were spotless. She remained true to her original intention and had lofty ambitions.

She also knows that change cannot be achieved overnight and there will be some sacrifices, but she is willing to be a pioneer. Even if the road ahead is full of wind and frost and thorns, she will still stand up and move forward. Even if her body is crushed to pieces, she will not turn back.

Wen Ranyan looked at her. At that moment, she was even more dazzling than the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The woman who grew up under feudal ethics is as pure as snow and bamboo, with lofty aspirations, just like the towering mountains over there, so strong and firm.

Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled, and she said unconsciously: "For me, it is better to rely on my own abilities than to pin my hopes on others. But I know that there are thousands of people in the world, and there are always many weaklings who are stuck in the quagmire and waiting for others to help them. If I were one of those weaklings, and someone came to pull me up, I would naturally feel happy and warm in my heart."

After she finished speaking, she threw the medical fee she earned from removing the poison into Shen Zhixiang's arms.

"What's this for?" Shen Zhixiang felt her arms sink. When she saw the purse, she was slightly stunned.

The golden bells on Wen Ranyan's wrist jingled, and her eyes turned slightly. She said casually: "Sister Shen rented this small courtyard and invited a teacher to teach. It must have been expensive, right? Now, you have also paid me 500 taels for the consultation fee. You must be broke. I will lend you some of this silver."

Shen Zhixiang held the purse in her hand, and asked with emotion, "Why?"

Wen Ranyan put her hand to her lips, looking charming: "We are all women, so we should unite and help each other."

"I'm going back first, no need to see me off."

Wen Ranyan waved at her casually, with a hint of smile in her almond-shaped eyes. When she turned her back, the golden bells swayed and her gorgeous face was dazzling.

The night wind blew, and her scarlet skirt fluttered. She was as charming as a demon, but she seemed to have a good heart...