The Women's Aid Association became the talk of Chang'an City.
This is definitely something new and unprecedented.
This signboard is somewhat unclear.
Yu Ji's recent behavior is also somewhat confusing.
But associating Yu Ji with this sign, everyone seemed to understand something.
The great scholar Yu who wrote the famous article wanted to seek something for the women of the world.
This is something that breaks the mold.
Yu Ji's behavior took a lot of risks. At worst, it was insulting to politeness. At best, it was a blessing to the people.
It depends on how you understand it and the direction of public opinion.
No one has ever encountered anything like this, even some literati were dumbfounded.
On the day when the Women's Aid Association appeared, there were only discussions among the public, but no evaluation.
Because everyone is afraid of commenting on this matter, fearing that a momentary slip of the tongue may lead to infamy.
Ancient people also sought political correctness.
The news has reached Mr. Yu's ears hundreds of miles away.
Mr. Yu didn't expect that his grandson would cause such a big absurd thing in Chang'an City.
In order to preserve the reputation of my grandson, and to prevent public opinion from going in the opposite direction.
Mr. Yu took the lead and expressed his support.
Mr. Yu has many disciples in Chang'an.
Mr. Yu may have to worry about the relationship between them when they move around in the court.
But Mr. Yu asked them to come forward to support Yu Ji's actions. Those students who were already in high positions or had been famous for a long time would not be ambiguous.
Two days later, a large-scale event to express condolences to brothel women received more support.
Very famous talents took the initiative to join the action.
The whole of Chang'an was filled with a strange smell, and an unprecedented trend of thoughts was gathering.
The target group selected by Bai Song was brothel women in order to avoid more realistic obstacles.
If the social status of women in general is to be improved, there will certainly be resistance from tradition.
If the target group is brothel women, it will be different, because in the hearts of the world, no matter how the status of brothel women changes, they will always be inferior.
That's the way people are, and you'll gain support by helping someone who can never threaten you.
But to help some people who may be a growing threat, there will be no further action.
By this time, all kinds of tidbits about the talented scholar Yu entering Yingyue Tower and meeting in private with Miss Lihua were reasonably explained.
It turns out that the talented man Yu is not greedy for beauty, but encourages people to do good.
Now the whole Yingyue Tower has changed, and all the girls in the brothel have become members of the Women's Aid Association.
They no longer receive men, but go around helping women in need.
This is doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, how can it not be accepted by others?
Yu Ji's good intentions are praised by the world. What he did was unprecedented and something that the world could not even imagine.
And the whole story is just the beginning. Under the leadership of Yu Ji, the literati in Chang'an began to resist all kinds of oppression in the brothels. Even prostitutes must get the respect they deserve.
If any coercion, beating or scolding is exposed, the Women's Aid Association will immediately intervene and even alert the government.
This is not to overthrow the existence of brothels, but to give all miserable women a chance to choose.
They can choose to stay in the brothel or receive assistance from the association.
The Women's Aid Association will provide psychological counseling to the women who have lost their feet, provide them with basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, and will also arrange a unified place to go and start a new life.
The place where those women were admitted was outside Chang'an City, in the area that once belonged to Xiangjiazhuang.
A newly cultivated flower field appeared there, and thousands of seeds had just been sown.
Girls who start a new life will learn flower-growing techniques here and become flower-picking girls.
Have a stable place to live, have generous remuneration, be self-reliant, and have a completely free life in the future.
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Chang'an is changing every day.
Bai Song, who had been hiding at home for almost two months, finally went out again.
Bai Song's injury had long since healed, but in order to make the acting more realistic, he had to endure it for two months.
The palace examination is about to begin.
There are still five days left.
In the past two months, Bai Song had neglected books.
Because he guessed that this imperial examination was just a formality.
How can reading a book be as comfortable as looking at a room full of beauties?
These two months of life have been nothing short of shameless.
Not only were the bones of the body not well nourished, but they were even more weak.
Standing at the door of the Prince Consort's Mansion, Bai Song stretched and felt that he could hear his old arms and legs clicking.
"The gentle town is so depressing!"
The women in the family were all submissive to Bai Songzhi, and would blush shyly when they saw Bai Song's playful eyes.
Bai Song calculated that with their shamelessness, their dream of sleeping together would be far away.
Xiao Bai'an is four months old and is still very weak, even weaker than his father.
You'll cough at the slightest hint of wind, and you'll develop a fever if you're not careful.
As Yuan Tiangang said, he is prone to many illnesses and disasters.
Taking care of Xiao Bai An, Bai Song never relaxed for a moment. Fortunately, the father here was a powerful doctor.
Although Xiao Bai An often gets sick, he is growing up day by day.
As she grew bigger, Xiao Bai An could no longer find any weird features, and gradually became white and tender, even more juicy than a girl.
It seems to be developing towards vases like Bai Song.
Now, no matter whose children you compare with, Xiao Bai'an is definitely the winner. Anyone who meets him will exaggerate how good his child is.
But Xiao Bai An has a bad habit. He likes to eat the milk of the palace maids at home. No matter whether he can suck it or not, he always has to give it a try.
As a result, all the maids in the Prince Consort's residence were afraid to hug the young prince in front of their master.
But he also likes to hold the little prince and pretend to breastfeed when no one is around.
It seems that I have become addicted to being a mother for a while.
This is how life goes by day by day.
Today is the day when a slum area in the west of the city was renovated and put up for sale.
This is the first shot of the entire city-building plan, and it must be fired well. Bai Song attaches great importance to it, so he chose to go out today.
Early in the morning, a room full of women followed Bai Song out and arranged Bai Song's clothes over and over again.
The banker's carriage was already waiting at the door.
Mo Zhu kept urging from inside.
"Master, hurry up! We'll miss the time!"
Bai Song was afraid of this nagging woman, so he got into the car with a sullen expression. As expected, the woman started chattering in Bai Song's ears again, just like before.
The construction of the first slum area was completed, attracting the attention of many people.
This is the first time that the people of Chang'an have seen houses made of cement, which is very strange.
Before Bai Song arrived, Zhang Liang took officers from the Ministry of Revenue to the place and demonstrated the difference between cement houses and adobe houses in front of the people.
The presentation is simple.
One cement wall and one adobe wall.
Hit it with the same sledgehammer.
The soil wall can be easily knocked down.
The cement wall has withstood more than a dozen full-force impacts.
Bai Song was sitting in the carriage and heard a series of exclamations coming from the sales office in the distance.
"Master, can you sell a bamboo room in the house here at a cheaper price? Bamboo is pitiful. The wages are so little and I have no savings. It's expensive but I can't afford it. Just do it..."
"Yes, yes... don't read it anymore, talk to Qing'er, and I'll give you a set."
