Zhenniang: The Three of Us (Twenty-Seven)
You only realize how little you know when you need it. If I had known I would time travel, I would have read the books until they were worn out and memorized them.
Thinking of this, Jian Yu'an couldn't help but think that if she had the military power in Song Da's hands, she could gather a group of researchers to study it, and she would only need to provide one idea.
But by then, Song Da's seven-day mourning period had already passed, and no amount of summoning his soul could bring him back. Jian Yu'an could only ask his roommate for help: "Do you remember what that chemical formula was?"
Ye Xiqing's eyes widened, her face full of innocence: "I don't know, I only have a junior high school diploma."
Jian Yu'an: ...
system:……
ah?
This is too bizarre. Jian Yu'an looked at her in disbelief: "Why didn't you finish your studies? Didn't you complete nine years of compulsory education?"
Ye Xiqing lowered her head sadly: "I was kidnapped by human traffickers and forced to work illegally before I even finished nine years of compulsory education. You've touched on my painful past."
Jian Yu'an: ...
system:……
Is it true or false?
Jian Yu'an wasn't one to pry into other people's affairs, and Ye Xiqing didn't seem like someone easy to talk to either, so they never inquired about each other's lives.
As a result, Ye Xiqing's opening remarks were like a bolt from the blue. Jian Yu'an didn't want to believe such an outrageous thing, but Ye Xiqing's mental state had always been quite unusual, which actually added some credibility to these words.
"Um... I'm sorry... are you alright...?"
Ye Xiqing bravely raised her head, looking up at the sky with a determined expression: "It's alright. I joined the gang for three years, kicked out the leader, destroyed the criminal gang, and brought the criminals to justice."
"The remaining people voluntarily recognized me as their eldest sister, started their own businesses, did great things, made a lot of money, and didn't need to go back to school."
"Although I later made a lot of money, the fact that I didn't graduate from high school has always been a wound in my heart. Second sister, please don't mention it again, it makes me so sad."
Jian Yu'an: ...
Every word Ye Xiqing said was like a fantasy novel, but for some reason, there was a sense of rationality and even a bit of credibility in the absurdity.
But if even she doesn't know the specific method for making alkali, where can she find a clue?
Ye Xiqing said seriously, "Why not just acquire an old alkali factory? The new alkali production method is definitely an improvement on the old one. You have a direction and ideas, so wouldn't it be easy to get inspiration?"
Jian Yu'an: "What if we don't get any inspiration?"
Ye Xiqing replied with six dots: "You are a time traveler, how could a time traveler not be able to inspire it?"
Jian Yu'an: ...
Time travel doesn't mean you gain intelligence; before she time-traveled, she was just an ordinary person, so she didn't have that kind of ability.
Moreover, with Zhao Zhenniang having already purchased thousands of acres of land on mortgage, how could she still afford to acquire the old alkali factory?
Ye Xiqing didn't care; she'd let Zhao Zhenniang figure out the money problem, since that was her job.
Zhao Zhenniang never expected that her second sister, this fairy, would be so sophisticated, having never even heard of a alkali factory.
But it doesn't matter, she can ask Zhang Ying. Zhang Ying is a student and knows more than the villagers.
After boarding the new warlord's ship, Zhao Zhenniang was naturally not going to stay confined to her own little corner. She tried her best to place her own people in the military, police and political circles, and Zhang Ying was arranged by her to work in the Economic Bureau.
When Zhang Ying was in school, her biggest wish was simply to become a teacher with a stable job. She never imagined that she would end up working in a government building.
This is truly a life-saving grace, so of course we must spare no effort to help Zhao Zhenniang.
He gave the collected information to Zhao Zhenniang and went to the school to find a teacher to explain various aspects to her.
At present, the domestic chemical industry is not yet developed, and the teachers only have a superficial understanding. However, the value of Jian Yu'an's nine years of compulsory education in modern times is no less than that of many senior intellectuals in this era.
Looking at these fragmented pieces of knowledge, Jian Yu'an was gradually enlightened. After consulting various sources, he suddenly had an idea!
However, having the principles is not so simple; textbooks teach the principles but not the processes.
Ye Xiqing remained calm. She decided to recruit a group of students from the girls' school, support them, and have them focus on scientific research.
If we want to pursue industrialization, we cannot cut corners on research and development costs.
Girls' school?
Jian Yu'an's safety margin has been broken again. In her mind, if it is a group of white-haired old men and passionate young men, she feels very safe entrusting them with scientific research.
But if it were given to a female student, she would naturally have doubts. The information she had been exposed to in the past had not created such a scenario for her, and she would naturally feel insecure in the face of an unfamiliar situation.
Ye Xiqing understood her feelings because in this society, men are exempt from scrutiny in all walks of life.
Even if problems arise later, they will be attributed to the individual's incompetence and will not be used to reinforce the notion that "men are just not good enough."
A woman, from the moment she becomes a woman, naturally has to undergo a gender screening process.
Only when a woman emerges who breaks through layers of obstacles, overcomes every test, and whose success cannot be contained even by men's monopoly of resources, will someone jump out and say that her success has nothing to do with gender.
At other times, a man's success is related to his gender, increasing his exemption from inspection.
Women's failures are related to their gender, increasing their right to be examined.
Men who are exempt from inspection live a life of leisure inside the threshold, with nothing happening to them, while women who are inspected try their best to prove themselves outside the threshold, only to be criticized.
In any industry, if men get a little lazy and delegate tedious and time-consuming tasks, women can quickly seize the opportunity to take over a large number of entry-level and even high-level jobs.
According to the public's conventional thinking, men are exempt from testing, while women need to undergo additional testing.
Most people have experienced this: when you're being watched by the proctor during an exam, you can't even answer questions you normally know.
But this is a woman's entry test; a woman's life is full of spectators and judges.
As long as you become a woman, you'll get a group of judges for free to evaluate whether you're "who says women are inferior to men, you've passed the test" or "women are just not as good as men, women are indeed not suitable for this industry."
Men tend to romanticize everything they do, including changing the water. They can even use the various privileges they receive in life as an excuse to justify changing the water, without ever actually changing it.
When it comes to carrying water, the man will roll his eyes and say, "Why should men have to carry it? Men and women are equal."
The woman was afraid of being judged for enjoying special privileges, and too lazy to bother with such a trivial matter, so she moved it herself.
Men who use the excuse that "women are meticulous and men are careless" to push the thankless and arduous tasks of inspection onto women at work are simply not good at publicizing their responsibilities.
Isn't that because women are more meticulous and men are less so?
The man didn't actually carry water, yet he was credited for it by the public; the man was meticulous in every aspect, yet he gained the impression of being easygoing.
The woman who truly doesn't fuss and carries water bears the most unpaid labor, yet she neither carries water nor fusses.
So the final result is that Zhao's father mastered the oil gourd, and using the oil gourd to extract oil was the most technically demanding task, while Zhao Zhenniang's milling job was just tedious work and not important.
Men carrying water is the most technically demanding job and deserves preferential treatment in the workplace. Women's jobs, which are mentally and physically exhausting and often unpaid, are dead jobs with no technical content.
Men are said to be skilled at everything they do, while women are said to be doing mundane, repetitive work. It's not that men are suited for any job with technical skills, but women need to be put to the test.
That's why Ye Xiqing felt that women were suited to high positions.
Those in high positions need public oversight, but the public's tolerance for those in power is similar to the social atmosphere's tolerance for men.
If all the top management were replaced by women, given the naturally high standards and strict requirements people have for women, the discipline would likely be greatly improved.
Do men have the inherent right to be subject to strict scrutiny, with only the bad being judged and the good ignored, simply because of their gender? Women do.
If men hold high positions, who knows how many unworthy and corrupt officials will be allowed to infiltrate the ranks with leniency.
Women are better suited for high positions; that's a gender advantage.
Of course, that's just a joke. It's precisely because women can't wield power that they're singled out for scrutiny.
As someone who has actually done scientific research, she can guarantee that research ability and researchers have absolutely nothing to do with whether they are women, men, Black, or White.
Research capabilities are only related to whether or not one has control over the means of production.
And whether there is sufficient funding to sustain researchers even without yielding results, allowing them to remain on leave indefinitely and focus solely on research.
When God created humankind, He allocated equal amounts of luck and inspiration to each person.
The inequality lies in the fact that those with capital have the luck and inspiration to display in automobiles, ships, and cannons, while those without capital have the luck and inspiration to display in buying one bottle after another, and in how to efficiently take care of children and do housework at the same time.
If men were truly as they claim, an objectively superior race, smarter and stronger than women, and better than women in every way, then Ye Xiqing would only wish for their deaths.
Inferior races may be weak and stupid, but they will not keep creating races superior to themselves to crush them.
If you can't beat them physically, you can't beat them mentally, you can't beat them at anything, so why create powerful opponents for yourself? Isn't that foolish?
Being so outstanding that you surpass others is a recipe for disaster.
Jian Yu'an: ...
Ye Xiqing's words constantly challenged Jian Yu'an's already established safety margin, but as a woman, she was definitely biased towards women.
She has always been willing to spend more money to improve the status of women.
She had never expressed any opinion on the shop hiring female workers or the village girls attending school. What she feared more was the consequences of taking radical actions.
Jian Yu'an is an indecisive person who likes to run away from things.
This sometimes makes her seem timid, but from another perspective, it also makes her seem easy to communicate with.
After realizing that he could neither gain control nor feel secure, Jian Yu'an simply gave up.
She left everything in this body to Ye Xiqing and Zhao Zhenniang to manage, since they insisted on doing it this way, and she wouldn't be responsible if anything went wrong!
Ye Xiqing readily agreed: Okay! Okay!
But if we're all in the same boat, and something goes wrong, can you really just shirk responsibility?
My second sister isn't good at making decisions, but she's really good at cleaning up messes.
Get up and wipe your own ass; you're trying to shirk responsibility.
And it seems like she really hasn't reviewed her lessons in a long time.
I took out the e-textbooks I bought earlier and flipped through them, enjoying the long-lost feeling of knowledge flowing into my brain.
...
The second sister gave another unexpected divine intervention, which Zhao Zhenniang naturally accepted with utmost respect, and immediately began planning the factory's affairs.
Building a factory is no small undertaking. Any factory requires at least tens of thousands of dollars to even get started, and Zhao Zhenniang currently has no way to complete it independently.
But Zhao Zhenniang realized that it's not always good to keep all the money in one's own hands. Sometimes it's better to diversify one's sources of income.
Therefore, Zhao Zhenniang used the new legal system to attract investment everywhere, using equity incentives to lure investors.
Not only did she personally visit wealthy merchants and gentry, but she also personally lobbied the new warlord.
Money left at home gathering dust is just dead money; taking it out to generate more money means a continuous flow of income.
After the new warlord took office, everything went wrong. Only Zhao Zhenniang kept giving him advice, and every idea she came up with was refreshing.
The new warlord found this woman to be extraordinary; she was practically a sage descended from heaven, a reincarnation of the God of Wealth. Upon hearing that she had come to his door, he immediately went to greet her.
Zhao Zhenniang wanted to exploit the Song family's extinct lineage, but she had to spend money. The new warlord, however, directly swindled and robbed, swallowing up most of the Song family's property.
Money that comes easily is easy to give up. After Zhao Zhenniang promised him a bright future, the new warlord was tempted.
After all, who wouldn't want to make money through honest means?
The new warlord readily agreed to invest in Zhao Zhenniang, but this provoked a fit of jealousy from his wife.
Zhao Zhenniang was, after all, a woman. After frequently visiting the governor's mansion, it was no surprise that scandalous rumors would spread. Of course, there were also people with ulterior motives who spoke to the governor's wife about it.
The new warlord's family were all from out of town; his wife and children were brought from his hometown, but the stewards and servants they hired were locals.
The women of the tenant farmers' families in Zhao Family Village, some of whom worked as servants in the governor's mansion, knew this and quickly informed Zhao Zhenniang.
Zhao Zhenniang naturally had to react, and the reaction was quite simple: she just had to get the warlord's wife to join in as well.
The warlord's money belongs to the warlord. Don't you want to save some money for yourself? I'll give you more shares.
The warlord's wife was initially wary of this vixen, but her attitude changed instantly after she got the money.
Within a few days, the two became as close as sisters, and the warlord's wife even thought that her husband could marry such a young woman.
Zhao Zhenniang naturally refused, stating that she had no such intentions and that her relationship with the warlord was purely business. She hoped that the madam would not overthink it.
The warlord's wife was finally happy. She liked well-behaved women and even enthusiastically introduced potential partners to Zhao Zhenniang.
Zhao Zhenniang naturally refused as well. The warlord's wife was puzzled. Was she still thinking about that boy from the Song family?
Zhao Zhenniang feigned sadness, neither responding nor refuting, leading the Governor's wife to speculate.
She certainly couldn't tell the warlord's wife her true feelings, because what she really wanted was—
No warlord is ever a warlord for life, but I will remain rooted in this land forever.
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