I told Qiuxiang that the reason we had a miracle was because we had sown the seeds before.

But we were still missing the breath to make the seeds sprout.

That breath was what I asked Qiuxiang to do, showing them the history of women's oppression.

Now is the time for the history teacher to give a lesson.

Telling the story of those difficult years passionately and emotionally.

Women were treated as commodities and sold cheaply.

They were looked down upon.

Their lives were taken away recklessly.

Don't believe it?

Let me give you some examples.

Women made a lot of efforts to cater to men's aesthetics.

Binding their feet, walking delicately.

Smiling without showing teeth, unable to speak loudly.

No right to choose, forced to bear children.

Killing female babies, only valuing male babies.

When in danger, women were used as shields.

...

What is the root of all this?

"Are you unaware or pretending to be ignorant?"

They fell silent again.

As witnesses, how could they not know?

It's just that they couldn't resist or lacked the ability to resist.

"Is that the hopeless future you desire?"

"Or do you want your daughters to endure the same?"

"Although that dream seems distant, it has already been realized in our world. Don't you want to strive for it?"

People's expressions began to loosen up.

Seeing the effect, I sent Qiuxiang to remote rural areas to spread this message.

"Which places?"

I knew Qiuxiang's concerns, thinking that the people in those places were mostly illiterate, and talking to them about this would be like talking to a wall.

"Have you forgotten? Often, those are the places where women are most oppressed."

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

All we need to do is ignite a spark, and the whole prairie will burn.