At the registration desk, a bustling crowd of people were crowded together, vying for the first place and shouting.

"Dayong, I'm from the steel plant. Please register."

"Hey hey...don't push, there's me! Li Xiaoyun, from the furniture factory."

"Everyone line up, come one by one, don't rush."

“…”

"Tian Xiaocao, from the cotton mill."

A pretty woman in her twenties mustered up the courage to give her name, which immediately attracted strange looks from the people around her.

Although the status of women in the Qin Dynasty was not low, in people's inherent concept, taking care of household chores and serving their husbands and children were always what women should do.

This invisible housework has been a shackle for women since ancient times.

There were basically men around, and Tian Xiaocao was the first woman to sign up.

Everyone couldn't help but whisper and talk, and a few men who were used to being bossy at home laughed at them with disdain.

"After finishing her work, a woman doesn't go home to take care of the housework. Instead, she has the leisure to study and learn to read."

"Yeah, I think this is definitely a lazy woman, she's been lazing around outside and not coming home..."

"If you ask me, we men should be responsible for literacy. Women have long hair and short knowledge, so we should just stay at home and take care of the children..."

“…”

The barrage of sarcasm was like the biting cold wind of winter. Tian Xiaocao hung her head, her face pale, and her petite figure was shaky.

The confidence and courage accumulated from working in the factory were shattered in an instant.

Just as she was about to flee in panic, two powerful questions rang out. The cold voices were mixed with an incomparably firm belief, which made people think of the pine and cypress trees standing proudly in the wind and snow.

"Who says women should take care of household chores?"

"Who says women can't read and write?"