My father is a private school teacher who hopes his children will become successful, but he only has one daughter like me.
When I was six years old, I secretly listened to his lectures and wrote down the homework he left for his students and presented it to him.
After reading it, he smashed my palm with a ruler.
Every time I hit it, I was forced to shout that it is virtue for a woman to have no talent.
Maybe the blood dripped down the lines on my palm. Many years later, when I held the ruler, I realized that it was no more than two taels.
Concept: Women in ancient times could also have their own careers