Zi Shou was still on the march home when trouble broke out in Chaoge.
Zhang San's wife had joined the Women's Federation. Her work had been going perfectly well, but lately she had felt unwell and could only return home to recuperate.
But Zhang San's wife was a strong, capable woman. Even while resting at home, she found ways to supplement their income. While Zhang San worked in the fields, she used a Treading Pestle to pound rice at home.
As she worked the Treading Pestle, she sighed in admiration. General Gao truly deserved to be called the modern-day Fu Hao, a beacon for women. Who knew how many women he had helped earn a living?
Of course, King Zhou, who vigorously supported Gao Lanying, was quite decent too. It was just that his recent decree inevitably gave people something to grumble about.
A little while ago, King Zhou had issued an order that forcibly put Zhang San's lower regions through a rough ordeal.
Was that the sort of place anyone could just tamper with?
Zhang San's wife did not know how Zhang San had felt at the time. She only knew that he must have suffered terribly and felt deeply wronged. After all, they did not even have a child. How hopeless must he have felt!
But there was nowhere to voice their grievances. It was not just their family-even those noble lords from elsewhere had been tied up and forcibly operated on. They could only swallow their shattered teeth along with their bitterness.
Occasionally, Zhang San's wife heard rumors drifting in from the streets. Supposedly, King Zhou had something wrong with him and could not father children, so he wanted everyone under heaven to be just like him.
The vicious rumors spread like wildfire, and the palace did