Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Even so, they still rarely left the courtyard.

And that's something that can't be intervened with; after all, emotional distress can only be overcome by oneself, and others can't offer much help.

They would gather together on weekdays to do some embroidery, chat to pass the time, and keep each other company and keep each other warm.

The finished embroidery was all handed over to Ding Xiling to sell.

Ding Xiling could tell.

Although they were alive, their bodies were confined to this room, and so were their souls.

"Have you thought about what to do in the future?"

Everyone paused.

Someone whispered, "What else can we do?"

"It's fine as it is now."

Ding Xiling shook her head: "No, this isn't living."

"You've only survived, but you haven't really started living your own lives yet."

Everyone fell silent.

Ding Xiling said, "I want to find you a job."

Everyone panicked when those words were spoken.

"Work? It's fine to just embroider here."

"What are we going out there for? There are so many people watching."

"People will gossip."

Ding Xiling looked at them: "We can't hide here forever."

Everyone lowered their heads.

They are not unaware of this principle.

I'm just scared.

Whenever they go out, even if they are not looking at them, they still feel like they are being watched. Even when others are just talking about their own things, they feel like they are being gossiped about.

Ding Xiling softened her voice: "You don't need to change all at once. I'm just asking you one question. Are you willing to give it a try?"

"If you're willing, just nod. I'll figure out the rest."

The dozens of women exchanged glances.

for a long time.

Finally, someone nodded slightly.

The rest nodded in agreement.

After the women agreed, Ding Xiling did not immediately take them out.

she knows.

Having the willingness alone is not enough.

They need an opportunity.

Someone needs to try it out for them first.

Ding Xiling thought for an hour, recalling several women she knew well.

In the Immortal Realm, everyone's family background is not bad, but there are also some people who are struggling to make ends meet.

In their casual conversations, they would mention that the men in their families didn't earn much, or that their children were growing up and needed new clothes, or that they simply wanted to make their lives a little more comfortable.

They had long wanted to make money.

So when he was free, he would do embroidery. It was a skill that could earn him a living, and although it was good, it didn't earn him much money.

Ding Xiling called the group together.

"Xiling, what do you need us for?"

Several women sat together, looking somewhat puzzled.

Ding Xiling looked at them and said, "Recently, many new counties have sprung up in the Immortal Realm, and I've heard they're short-handed."

"I was thinking that if you're willing, we can go there to work."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the group changed slightly.

"work?"

"us?"

A woman hesitated and asked, "But can women go too?"

Ding Xiling nodded: "Why not? Didn't Young Master Bai say that all women can read and write?"

"If men can do it, why can't we?"

Several people lowered their heads.

They knew Ye Menqing was right; the Immortal Realm was different from the past.

But it still takes immense courage for them to actually step out.

Ding Xiling continued, "Besides, this isn't taking other people's things for free; it's earning money with our own hands. Didn't we embroider to supplement our household income before? Now it's just a different way."

The group exchanged glances.

Finally, someone whispered, "If it really works, I'd be willing to give it a try."

"My husband has been saying lately that the kids are getting older and expenses are increasing, so it's always good to earn more money."

Seeing that someone had spoken up, the others felt relieved.

"When are we going?"

Ding Xiling smiled: "Now."

"Now?"

The group of people were stunned.

Ding Xiling nodded: "Let's go ask together. With more people around, we'll have more confidence when we speak."

The few people who had been nodding just moments before fell silent.

Someone gripped the hem of their clothes, breaking the silence: "Why don't you go and ask first, Xiling?"

"Yes, it wouldn't be good for us to go with you."

"What if others think..."

They didn't say what came next.

But Ding Xiling already understood.

It's not that they don't want to change.

They've just gotten used to standing in the background, waiting for others to make decisions for them.

But wanting to change is always a good thing.

Ding Xiling didn't blame them, but just smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go ask first, and if there really is such an opportunity, I'll let you know then."

She was very proactive and went straight to the workshop.

The Immortal Realm is now vastly different from the outside world.

With the establishment of numerous workshops, many people found stable employment.

The textile workshop is the largest among them.

Weaving is a skill that women are good at, so this was the first place Ding Xiling thought of.

Soon, she arrived at the workshop entrance.

Meanwhile, Bai Li, who was concerned about Song Yingxing's progress in making red stones, also noticed Ding Xiling coming over.

There's no way around it; after all, with a group of men, it's incredibly conspicuous for a woman to suddenly appear.

"Huh, I remember this person was someone I rescued from a bandit's den before. What's she doing here at the workshop?"

Realizing something was about to happen, Bai Li followed.

Watching the craftsmen going in and out, Ding Xiling took a deep breath and went inside.

"Excuse me, are you still hiring?"

The craftsman in charge looked up at the sound, and when he saw who it was, he was stunned and asked in confusion, "Young lady, are you here to buy cloth, or to find someone?"

Ding Xiling shook her head: "I'm here to find work."

The craftsman's eyes were wide open.

Looking for work?

"you?"

He looked Ding Xiling up and down.

It's not that I dislike it, I just find it strange.

"Young lady, have you come to the wrong place? This is a workshop."

Ding Xiling said earnestly, "I know, I wanted to ask if there's a shortage of people here."

The craftsman opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"Of course we're short-staffed." He hesitated for a moment, "But no women have ever come here to work."

"That's not in accordance with the rules."

Ding Xiling frowned: "Why is it against the rules?"

The craftsman smiled wryly: "Young lady, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that nothing like this has ever happened before."

"The work in the workshop is not about moving stones, nor is it like embroidering at home. You have to come and work every day, working with a group of men."

"That might be inconvenient."

Ding Xiling said softly, "Just because it didn't happen before doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

"Young Master Bai once said that women can also read and study. Since women can read and write, why can't they earn money with their own hands?"