Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"Oh~~" Liu Yiyi said with a look as if she understood, and drew out the tone.

"Ah~~" Xiaomei also exclaimed, "No, it's not what you think. Mr. Edogawa didn't do anything to me. We... We are..."

Xiaomei stuttered, her face turned red and white, and she was too anxious to speak.

Seeing Xiaomei's embarrassment, Liu Yiyi quickly walked to her side, took her hand and said, "Okay! Okay! I know you are innocent, right?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Xiaomei nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice.

Liu Yiyi shook her head gently. Of course she didn't believe what Xiaomei said. How could it be possible that nothing would happen after she moved into someone else's house?
She didn't believe it anyway.

Xiaomei started to clean the table and Liu Yiyi also came over to help.

While collecting the drafts, he quickly browsed through the documents on the table, hoping to see useful information.

In her mind, Xu San's identity was not simple, and she could definitely get some valuable information from him.

She did not obtain any valuable intelligence, but a draft caught his attention.

"Women's Federation?" Liu Yiyi asked doubtfully, "Xiaomei, you are doing this!"

Xiaomei collected several drafts and said, "Well, the nature is similar to that of a labor union. It's just that this organization only serves us women."

Liu Yiyi browsed through the contents of the draft at a glance.

Although there were some corrections on the draft, as an educated woman of this era, she knew what Xiaomei's draft represented.

That is not anti-imperialism or anti-feudalism, but a complete rebellion against this patriarchal society.

The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became. Finally, she swallowed hard to calm her excited heart.

As a woman, she naturally understood what Xiaomei wanted to fight for. A little excited!
But this excitement was quickly extinguished by a basin of cold water.

As a journalist, I can naturally get in touch with the essence of this society, and I also naturally know that the words in the draft are just ideals. If I really want to realize them, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Liu Yiyi was a little dazed. Xiaomei took the draft from her hand, took a look at it, and quickly put it in the drawer of the desk.

"Xiao Mei! Did you come up with these things on your own?"

Xiaomei smiled awkwardly, "I don't have that much ability. I found all this from books."

"Oh!" Liu Yiyi suddenly realized, "Is it the American and Western ideology?"

The little girl blinked and said, "I think so, but he was the first one to give me the hint."

The "little him" naturally refers to Xu San.

"Him!?" Liu Yiyi was a little surprised, because based on her understanding of the Japanese, that country is even more patriarchal than China.

"Isn't he from Japan? How could he have such thoughts?" Liu Yiyi couldn't help but ask.

"He has a factory that produces sanitary napkins." Xiaomei said softly, "The factory is mostly staffed by women, so she suggested that I set up an organization to fight for the rights of women workers."

Xiaomei spoke slowly, and admiration gradually appeared in her eyes, but this expression was replaced by a kind of sadness.

Liu Yiyi looked at him and couldn't help but shook her head, thinking, Xiaomei is doomed, she has been completely trapped.

After a moment of depression, Xiaomei laughed again, "I'm sorry for making fun of my immature idea." (End of this chapter)