0p0 Chapter 112 Sparks of the Workshop
Chapter 112 Sparks of the Workshop
In the afternoon, the blazing sun, like a blazing flame, unreservedly scorched the workshops of the capital. Inside, like a cursed furnace, the heat surged like a raging sea, leaving one feeling trapped in purgatory, nearly suffocating. The clatter of metal clashing and the roar of machinery intertwined like a thousand horses galloping, deafening. The air was thick with the pungent smell of engine oil and rust, a thick odor that felt like an invisible net, tightly constricting the throat and making one feel nauseous.
In this hellish, harsh environment, the male craftsmen were shirtless, their bronzed skin dripping with sweat like pearls from a broken string, densely packed like rain. The muscles in their arms bulged like tangled tree roots, and every swing of their tools felt like wrestling with an invisible beast, the unleashed force seemingly capable of shaking mountains.
The newly arrived female artisans, in this world dominated by male power, seemed so petite and fragile. Their slender bodies, nestled in this harsh environment, resembled delicate flowers caught in the wind and rain, threatened to wither at any moment. Sweat soaked their clothes, clinging to their bodies, outlining their helplessness and perseverance.
"Hmph, women, why are you joining in the fun? This workshop isn't the place for you!" A ferocious-looking craftsman glared, his eyes wide open. His fierce gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the souls of the female craftsmen. His rude words were like a cold winter wind, blowing mercilessly.
"That's right, don't get in the way here! Go home and hug your kids!" Another male craftsman said as he deliberately threw the heavy iron block to the ground. The sparks that flew up were like angry elves, scaring the female craftsmen so much that they turned pale and retreated one after another.
A woman named Xiu'er, faced with overwhelming rejection, chose to endure the humiliation. She bit her lip so hard it threatened to bleed, but her gaze remained as firm as a rock, her determination blazing like fire. She silently encouraged herself, "I must not retreat. I must not let them look down on me. I must be like the plum blossom that blooms proudly in the snow, blooming with my own vibrant fragrance amidst this world of ice and snow."
Xiu'er watched silently from the side, her eyes fixed on the male craftsmen's every move, not missing a single detail. However, what she saw was the clumsy and laborious workmanship of the male craftsmen, and the steps that required tremendous effort to complete, which made her deeply aware of her own lack of strength.
"I must change all this." Xiu'er made up her mind secretly, and the firm belief took root in her heart, like stubborn bamboo shoots, determined to break through the numerous obstacles of rocks.
Thus began her long and arduous journey of experimentation. Repeated failures, like merciless hammers, hammered at her soul. "Go away! Stop messing around here!" The male craftsmen's scolding was like sharp thorns, repeatedly piercing her pride. Their disgusted looks seemed to freeze her soul.
But Xiu'er never gave up. She kept encouraging herself in her heart: "I will definitely be able to pass through this dark tunnel and welcome the dawn of light. I want to prove to them that women are no less capable than men!"
Finally, after countless falls and rises, Xiuer invented a new skill with her wisdom and perseverance. Her production efficiency was more than twice that of other male craftsmen, and the quality was amazing.
However, the craftsman who was surpassed was still unwilling to give up and said contemptuously: "It's useless to just be fast. Who would dare to use such a product?"
But when rigorous testing confirmed that Xiu'er's product was flawless and even exceeded previous standards, everyone was stunned. Some began to accept the female craftsman in their hearts, secretly praising her, "This woman is really capable. She can be so ingenious. It seems we really underestimated her before." They couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and shame.
Some developed a sense of self-crisis: "If I am left behind by these women, how can I, a tall and strong man, have any face? I must work harder in the future and must not let them get the upper hand." A sense of anxiety and urgency spread in their hearts.
Others were impressed and began to observe and learn secretly: "This woman's method is really ingenious. I must study it carefully. Maybe it can take my skills to a higher level." Their hearts were filled with an eager desire for new knowledge.
The atmosphere in the workshop shifted quietly. The once unbearably scorching sun now seemed to soften, as if nodding in approval of this transformation. Xiu'er's unyielding figure shone with an incomparably dazzling light in this challenging workshop.