The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 183: Outsiders
"Equal pay with the males!"
She thought it was a good idea.
Let the females participate in labor and receive the same pay.
It could both alleviate family pressure and elevate their status.
In this world, too many females are confined to the home and childbirth.
Even if they have potential, they have no opportunity to showcase it.
She didn’t want this injustice to continue.
The system suddenly spoke up.
"Isn’t this exactly like how things used to be?"
Selene Kane froze instantly, a chill running down her spine.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.
Indeed.
Wasn’t this just "men earn money, women do the chores"?
Only with a different name, turning "cooking and laundry" into "delivering food and boiling water," but essentially unchanged.
Still confining females to service jobs, still assuming they should handle logistics and care duties.
She wanted to break the old order, but almost ended up replicating the old shackles.
It’s hard for females here to catch a break in terms of status.
Even if it’s not much higher yet, she couldn’t stitch up even this little space with her own hands.
Claire Joyce quickly replied: "Okay, I’ll ask the sisters, their bellies are pretty big, not sure if they can help."
Females like Claire, working alone, are rare.
Most females either depend on male family clans or barely survive on resources allocated by their tribes.
But she chose a path no one else was willing to take.
She had no male to rely on and no savings; without doing it herself, she would have starved long ago.
Since her teens, she had been hunting, farming, and running errands to exchange for food.
Struggling daily on the brink of survival.
Every breath felt like a stolen gasp from fate.
Her well-built muscles were forged in the hunting grounds.
Her arms were covered with tiny scars.
"No need." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Selene quickly said, "Let them take care of their pregnancies, don’t do heavy work."
"Here’s what we’ll do: they’re all from the same nest. You hand their wages daily to their wives or mothers. You’ll have to make a few more trips, I’m sorry for the trouble."
Controlling money means controlling the discourse.
This was wisdom she had gained through countless ignored moments and tears.
Whoever controls the food decides who eats.
Whoever pays the wages has the right to speak at meetings.
She couldn’t make big contributions, only support them quietly in these small matters.
Even if it meant walking a few extra steps each day to deliver copper coins into female hands, it was a silent declaration to everyone.
They deserve trust and the option of choosing for themselves.
"It’s nothing, just a few steps."
Claire Joyce smiled, the corners of her eyes lightly wrinkled.
Sunlight shone on her rough hand, marking the passage of time.
Claire agreed readily.
She was never one to refuse, as long as she could lend a hand.
No matter how inconvenient, she was willing to do it.
She couldn’t stay idle.
When her body was still, her heart felt empty.
Whenever she thought about the strange aura inside Selene, her entire body itched, restless.
It wasn’t an ordinary illness, nor a common beastly toxin.
It was an indescribable, metallic cold tremor.
Whenever she was near Selene, her scales would bristle slightly.
She had no choice but to join the males in tilling and planting.
She grabbed a hoe, stepped into the wet soil, and forcefully turned over the land.
Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping between the furrows.
Quickly absorbed by the thirsty earth.
A few little rabbits chased behind her, hopping around, their furry little tails wagging.
They were still young, unable to distinguish farm work from play.
Whenever she dug a hole, they would use their mouths to nudge the soil back in.
With little paws scratching and noses sniffing, they messed up freshly turned soil.
Claire wiped her sweat, both amused and exasperated.
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
She bent down and gently poked one of the rabbit’s foreheads with her fingertip.
The little bunny blinked and even nuzzled her finger as if to ask for indulgence.
The hoe, however, was terribly old, with a cracked wooden handle, a loose iron head, wobbling, nearly flying off a few times.
Each swing brought a creaking cry.
Claire’s heart was in her mouth, fearing if it hit, those little rabbits wouldn’t survive.
She subconsciously lightened her movements, even held her breath.
The little rabbits, round as balls of fur, hadn’t grown fully.
Small bundles that aroused a sense of tenderness.
Their ears drooped to their heads, swaying as they walked.
If not careful, they’d tumble into the mud.
Originally snow-white fur, now mud-stained and dirty.
Marked with scratches, likely from frolicking in the woods last night, bramble thorns left cuts.
Without a mother, their lives were indeed tough.
No one to groom them, shelter them from the wind, or even guarantee them a hot meal.
The sky darkened, the sunset sinking behind the mountains, a cool evening breeze sweeping over the fields.
Claire wiped off sweat, her clothes long soaked through.
She transformed back, a colossal figure crashing to the ground.
"Hold on tight, don’t fall."
With several rabbits on her back, she started running, her stance agile.
In her original form, her advantages were evident—speedy, capable of carrying loads.
If things went smoothly, she could get them back to the hut in minutes.
But not far into it, the rabbits slipped off one by one.
Too small, unable to grip the tough scales, the tremors during the run prevented stability.
Perplexed, she stopped in her tracks, ears twitching slightly.
Gazing at the bundled up little ones on the ground.
Lowering her head, she gently nudged a quivering bunny with her nose, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
No choice but to revert to her human form.
She sighed, crouched down, and gathered them into her arms.
The smallest nestled in the crook of her arm, trembling slightly.
The little ones showed no fear; on the contrary, they giggled, their soft little bodies nudging against her chest.
Claire couldn’t help but sigh, using her fingers to lightly flick away fur stuck to her face from one of the little creatures.
She was aware that typically, parents capable of Transformation.
Even if unable to birth fully beast form children, they’d at least pass on a semi-beast constitution, having some self-protection ability.
Yet these younglings neither could transform nor exhibit any spiritual power wave awakening.
Families hearing "adopt foreign lineage younglings," reactions were like having swallowed a fly.
A few soft-hearted females initially showed compassion.
They nodded in agreement, but it turned out they had Rabbit Clan male partners.
When they heard, they immediately flipped, smashing bowls and pots in a commotion.
The scene likened to someone desecrating their ancestral graves.
They only acknowledged their own offspring or children born of joint family lines with shared bloodlines.
As for outsiders?
