As night fell, the director directed the film crew to screen a film promoting gender equality. In this backward village, where electricity was still unavailable, the new "movies" were undoubtedly new to them. Villagers, young and old, spread the word and gathered at the village entrance to witness this miracle.
The villagers were all watching intently, and the young men holding "weapons" also relaxed their vigilance. They raised their heads and stared at the screen intently.
After the film was over, the propaganda worker took a loud speaker and asked the villagers loudly: "Do you want to watch it again?"
The villagers withdrew from the thorns all over their bodies and rushed back to take a look.
At this time, the ideological propagandist began to take the opportunity to do ideological work. "I am a propagandist in the town. I have something to say to the villagers. After I finish speaking, we will show you the movie again. I am a woman, the daughter of an elderly mother, and I am also a mother of a child. I have my own job and can earn money to support my family, earn money to support my parents and elders, and share the heavy burden for my husband."
Seeing no resistance from the villagers, the propagandist paused before continuing, "Now we're in the age of reform and opening up. This is no longer the old society. We advocate gender equality. Sons aren't the only ones who can carry on the family line, or provide for parents in their old age. Daughters can do just as well. Instead, daughters take care of their husbands and children, busying themselves with both housework and daily life. They deserve more respect than men. Women are no longer just tools for childbearing; they should be treated with tenderness. As the saying goes, a forced melon isn't sweet; a marriage based on mutual consent is a happy one. Love can't be bought with money. The world is different now. Folks, you should go out and see the world. The county magistrate said he'll build a concrete road to the village, start bringing electricity, and show movies every year. He has only one wish: to give the women the freedom they've bought back. They have relatives at home, perhaps their elderly parents are waiting anxiously at the village entrance for them to return. Good men should strive for self-reliance. A capable man won't have to worry about finding a wife. There are plenty of beautiful girls out there. Go out and see..."
Many women who were sold here and have already put down their roots here shed tears of homesickness.
Shumei's eyes were filled with tears after hearing the words of the ideological propagandist.
Under the propaganda worker's earnest persuasion, using both reason and emotion, the woman, who had been sold here for a long time and had gained freedom of movement, began to waver.
Speaking of "gaining freedom of movement," a bit of explanation is in order. Women trafficked here initially had no chance to leave their own yards, let alone even reach the village entrance. Only those who had already given birth to children here, and whose men felt they were completely committed to staying, were given the opportunity to move around the village.
"Aduo, I've been here for ten years. I'm afraid even my parents don't remember what I look like now. They're so old. I really want to stay and live with you, but can you please take the children with you so we can go back and see them together and show some filial piety?"
A woman, with tears in her eyes, began to persuade her man with sincere words.
Looking at the woman he had slept with for ten years, coupled with the words of the publicist, the man named Aduo's deep-seated emotions began to slowly emerge.
"Okay, let's go home and go tomorrow."
The man took the woman's hand and returned to the village, giving up his stubborn resistance.
Seeing this, other women also tried to persuade their men. Some women who did not want to stay stood directly in front of the police line, hoping that the police would take them away.
There were fewer and fewer people at the village entrance, and the previously impenetrable defense line was suddenly gone. The village chief then led the police into the village and rescued the women who had just been sold.
Shumei followed them closely, hoping to see the poor Qianqian again. Unfortunately, she never saw Qianqian in the end.
"Director, that's not right. There's another one. Her name is Xiong Qianqian. She was sold here with me."
Shumei was a little anxious when she couldn't see Xiong Qianqian. She grabbed the arm of the director who was about to return to the town and said anxiously.
The director looked at the village chief who came to see everyone off and asked, "Village chief, is there anyone we missed?"
"No, recently, our village really only bought this much."
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