When Jiang Deng'er was sold into the prime minister's house at the age of six, the flame birthmark on Jiang Deng'er's forehead was considered "bad luck" in the eyes of others. Under the lonely light of the old library for ten years, she secretly learned to read with the help of the neglected concubine Liu, and glimpsed the vitality in the numbers in the account books. When she was nineteen years old, she gambled a thousand pieces of gold in exchange for her freedom from the third young master who admired her.
From a small embroidery shop in the West City to a famous women's trading house in the capital, she took in abandoned women and taught them embroidery skills, accounting, and poetry. There was once a noble prince who was secretly in love and promised him the position of concubine, but she shook her head soberly: "What I want is the whole sky, not one roof."
After ten years of hard work, as a merchant, she lit up not only the numbers on the account books, but also the schools opened for poor women. When the birthmark on her forehead turned from a shame into a badge, she stood in the center of the light she created - a woman who was as small as dust can also become a prairie fire, shining through the long nights of countless people.
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Purpose: The core purpose of this article is to explore how women can light themselves up in shackles and ignite millions of sparks through the history of a maid's counterattack.