Female Machinist [1960S]

They were revered and held in high esteem. They were synonymous with master artisans, the workers of their era who enjoyed star-like fame, and the backbone of the nation’s industrial rise. “Eighth-Grade Craftsmen” “So why can’t I be one of them?” “She’s just a wild girl, fierce as can be!” Lin Qiaozhi never dreamed that her speed, strength, and sturdy build would lead to her dying young, writhing in pain on a dirt bed while giving birth. “Ha!” Lin Qiaozhi jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat and still shaken. [The good news: It was only a dream. She hasn’t been sent to the countryside yet.] [The bad news: She dreams every day, entering one world after another and watching all sorts of girls, dainty, lazy, or fair-skinned beauties, take on horrible relatives, sneak into the black market, marry soldiers, marry into military compounds, follow their husbands to island outposts, raise other people’s children, and then give birth to boy-girl twins, one baby, two, three…] Lin Qiaozhi fell silent. “…” Why were they all talking about marrying men? That was scary! As she kept dreaming, one group caught her attention: people whom nobody dared provoke while they were alive, whose lingering influence could still back up the heroine after they died, and whose happiness at eating the heroine’s mouthwatering cooking was treated as a tremendous achievement. “My Eighth-Grade Fitter Grandpa | Benefactor.” The wild girl, who had been bold as brass since childhood, couldn’t help wondering: Why couldn’t someone that impressive be her? Why was someone so incredible always the dream girl’s grandpa, benefactor, or neighbor, and never the dream girl herself? She worked hard to figure out how to make use of her dreams! Later, “To many, this was a domain where men ruled supreme. She charged in headfirst, and, under the astonished gazes of everyone around her, climbed step by step to the very top.” “She was undoubtedly a genius. More precious still was her extraordinary vision and skill, seemingly far beyond the limits of her era. She was a legendary fitter, and her mark was left on the rise of the entire industrial age.” Lin Qiaozhi: You might not believe it, but people respected me, admired me passionately, and showered me with praise. But at first, all I did was have a dream… #Making her way through a domain ruled by men, fighting and carving out a path to the top P.S.: 1. A period drama about building a career, with a progression-focused plot and a strong story. 2. As a work of entertainment, any subject matter that makes readers happy is valid. This is not meant to disparage any particular kind of story. Coming soon: "Fellow Daoist, Still Stuck at a Bottleneck?" On the Xuanhuang Continent, the strong prey on the weak, and strength is everything. Countless people seek the path to immortality, but those who fall short along the way are as numerous as the silt in a river. The protagonist has only just transmigrated, and she’s at the very bottom of the bottom: a destitute rogue cultivator with a crippled, good-for-nothing spiritual root. Fortunately, she has a golden finger: a character status screen. She can clearly see each cultivator’s [Realm], [Techniques], and [Condition]… Their cultivation progress is like a book she can open and read at will. To earn enough rare treasures to repair her spiritual root, the protagonist uses her character status screen to embark on a life of swindling people… ahem… helping them out. To a sword prodigy who has been stuck at the Golden Core bottleneck for thirty years: Protagonist: Fellow Daoist, want to break through your bottleneck? All it takes is one Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng! Half a month later, the sword prodigy makes a spectacular breakthrough and cuts a bloody path through the Ridge of Bones with a single strike. To the young master of an auction house with only average cultivation talent: Protagonist: Fellow Daoist, want to discover your true path? All it takes is one Yao Guang Glass Treasure! A year later, the cultivation world has one fewer mediocre spell cultivator and one more astonishingly gifted body cultivator. To a sect bigwig whose damaged foundation has left him unable to advance: Protagonist: Fellow Daoist, want to repair your Dao foundation and break through to the next realm? All it takes is one beast core from a ninth-tier spirit beast! Half a year later, the sect’s founding ancestor, whom everyone thought had no hope of advancing, breaks through in one fell swoop, laughs as he drives back the enemy, and saves his sect from the brink of destruction. The entire cultivation world is shaken. After all, how many cultivators are stuck at bottlenecks? Once you’re stuck, you may never break through for the rest of your life. Force your way through, and you risk damaging your Dao foundation and breeding inner demons. And now, someone can help others break through without suffering any harm! X Sect: Fellow Daoist! We have all kinds of XXXXX treasures here! X Clan: Please join us as our honored guest! Our family has a thousand-year legacy and countless rare treasures! X Sword Cultivator: Fellow Daoist! Well… we may be poor, but whatever catches your eye, we’ll go snatch it for you right away! Theme: Women can hold up half the sky. We must strive to make ourselves strong.