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Chapter 111 Applying
When outsiders come, most of the money is kept to a minimum.

Cao Shuanzi quickly told Cao Shuanzi about the job posting for female textile workers that he had seen in the county town.

Bian suggested, "Xiaocao learned weaving from my wife before, so her skills are definitely up to par."

"If Xiaocao goes for the interview, she can definitely become a textile worker. She might earn a lot of money a month, and there are also many benefits."

"Tell me, why are you marrying Xiaocao off at her age? Even though it's a lot of money (5 taels of silver), it's only a one-time thing."

“But if we let Xiaocao become a textile worker, she can make you a steady stream of money. If you let Xiaocao marry her textile skills to the other girls, then all four of your daughters can become textile workers, and you two can stay at home and enjoy your lives.”

“I’m telling you, you’re all fools, blinded by five taels of silver.”

"Besides, Yaozu is going to study hard and take the imperial examinations. I've heard that a scholar's reputation is very important. If word gets out that Yaozu's parents forced his sister to marry a widower who likes to beat his wife, how can Yaozu's reputation be good? He might not even be allowed to take the imperial examinations."

Cao Shuanzi knew that the couple were mostly selfish and greedy, and they valued money more than anything else.

Therefore, he could only talk about the interest they still owed Qian Yaozu.

As expected, when it was first mentioned, Qian and his wife were still thinking and hesitant.

When the conversation turned to the four Qian sisters, who became factory workers and brought a steady stream of money to their family, their eyes lit up.

When the conversation got to the part about Qian Yaozu's reputation and his chances in the imperial examinations, he suddenly became anxious.

"What should we do then?" Qian's mother asked.

"What else can we do? Let Xiaocao apply for a job as a textile worker."

Qian Xiaocao finally realized what was happening. Ignoring her pain, she quickly said, "Father, Mother, please let me become a textile worker. I will work hard and earn lots of money to bring back to you."

In the end, Qian and his wife were persuaded.

But he also said one last thing.

"Little Grass, you'd better become a textile worker. If you can't, you still have to get married."

Qian Xiaocao had no choice but to agree.

She also knew that becoming a textile worker was her chance to change her destiny.

Therefore, she was determined to become a textile worker.

This farce has come to a temporary end.

Cao Shuanzi also left.

Qian Xiaocao followed.

"Uncle Cao, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I might have..."

Cao Shuanzi looked at the girl, who was about the same age as his son, and sighed, "Don't you think what I said was wrong?"

Qian Xiaocao immediately shook her head, "I know, Uncle Cao said that to help me persuade my parents, I know."

Cao Shuanzi nodded. Xiao Cao was a clever girl.

He wouldn't mind saying a few more words, "Little Grass, being a textile worker to earn money for your family is just one way of putting it."

"But you need to think about the specifics of how to do it yourself."

"You need to understand that this is the way out for you and your sisters."

"You have to keep fighting on this path and find hope to get you and your sister out of this house."

"Only then can you be reborn."

"Don't be foolish enough to let your parents and brother bleed you dry, and don't worry about any family ties."

"Family ties are subjective; you know?"

What Cao Shuanzi said is actually not hard to understand.

Qian Xiaocao thought she probably understood.

Being a textile worker is her hope and her springboard; she must continue to work hard.

As Qian Xiaocao listened to Cao Shuanzi's words, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Uncle Cao, I understand. I know what to do." "Good, go back now. If you need anything, you can come to your Uncle Cao and Aunt Cao. We'll help if we can."

As Qian Xiaocao watched Cao Shuanzi's departing figure, she thought, "How wonderful it would be if Uncle Cao and Aunt Cao were our parents."

Unfortunately, you can't choose your family.

Just like Uncle Cao said, kinship matters depend on the person and fate.

As soon as Qian Xiaocao returned to the Qian family, her younger sisters immediately came out and protected her.

Qian Xiaocao took out the few remaining herbal ointments she had secretly hidden and used them to treat her and her sisters' wounds.

"You guys are stupid too, you shouldn't have come out."

"Don't let my sister get beaten up."

Ercao and the others would rather be beaten themselves than have their sister beaten.

After all, for them...

Qian Xiaocao, this older sister, is much more important than her parents.

From a young age, their parents treated them badly; only their older sister treated them well.

Therefore, they are also closest to their older sister.

"Sister, if we really have to get married, I'll go." Thirteen-year-old Ercao clenched her fists and made her decision.

"That's right, that's right. If I get beaten to death, you, you mustn't forget me. Remember to burn paper money for me." As she spoke, Ercao's tears fell.

Qian Xiaocao stared blankly at Ercao, tears streaming down her face.

Knowing full well that they would die, they still made this choice.

How could Qian Xiaocao not be moved?

She hugged her younger sisters tightly, her eyes filled with determination, "No, none of us will die."

"My sister will become a textile worker and she will take you all away from this family!"

"Yes, sister, we believe you."

The next day, Qian Xiaocao applied for a job as a female worker. Initially, they recorded her name, place of origin, and other basic information. In the afternoon, the applicants would demonstrate their textile skills on the spot.

Perhaps it was because the wages and benefits were quite good, or perhaps it was because this was the first factory to recruit exclusively for women, that very few people went.

There were girls like Qian Xiaocao, who were fifteen or sixteen years old, as well as married women in their twenties or thirties, and even some older women, mothers-in-law, and grandmothers who applied for jobs.

Looking at so many people, Qian Xiaocao, who was originally confident, began to feel nervous and doubtful.

Will she really be able to get the job?

Although Aunt Cao said she had a talent for textiles, how did she compare to others?

Although Qian Xiaocao had never been to school, she had often heard the saying, "There are always people better than you, and there is always a higher level to reach."

In other words, no matter how capable you are, there will always be someone more capable than you in this world.

Without a doubt, there must be some applicants here who are more capable than her.

Qian Xiaocao is not afraid of this.

She's almost the only one who can't get the job.

If she really can't get the job, her parents will definitely make her marry that cripple.

Her future life can be easily imagined.

“…Qian Xiaocao, Niu Li…both of you come forward.”

Just as Qian Xiaocao was lost in thought, in the blink of an eye, it was time for her group to be displayed.

Qian Xiaocao took a deep breath, silently cheered herself up, and stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)