ꨡ[6B a~oN{5: Chapter 0815 Jenny Chapter 815: Chapter 0815 Jenny Freest Kingdom, Xilan City.
This is a port city with an excellent deep-water harbor, where nurous sailing ships dock at the nearby wharf.
Of the Kingdom’s five famous shipyards, two are located here.
Outside the city, on the highways leading to other places, a large fleet of cargo trucks travels daily.
In a town near the city, within a certain house, suddenly a baby’s piercing cry could be heard.
“Mother of Nature bless, mother and child safe…”
A craftsman, dressed in dirty work clothes with blackened hands, prayed devoutly outside.
Soon, a village midwife ca out holding a baby, “It’s a daughter, give her a na.”
“Hmm…
...
I’ve thought about it a long ti, if it’s a girl, she will be called Jenny!
Jenny Black!”
…
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years passed.
Lil’ Jenny was unlike other quiet girls, being lively and active from a young age, playing with the wild boys in town, causing her father ‘Wick’ and her mother ‘Hallea’ much worry.
Jenny’s father was a craftsman, with ancestors who were blacksmiths.
In his generation, he had gone to the city to learn the trade for a few years.
Besides forging iron and repairing farm equipnt, he could also build simple machinery and even repair clocks and watches, which made him quite famous nearby, ensuring the family had a good inco.
At least, a child who goes hungry couldn’t grow so tall, run so fast.
This day.
Mrs.
Hallea was carrying a basket, stepping out the door, when she saw lil’ Jenny sprinting towards her.
She ran so fast, darting under Mrs.
Hallea’s skirt, nearly causing her to stumble.
“Jenny…”
Mrs.
Hallea said angrily, “You should learn to be more ladylike.
Look at the daughters of other families, none are like you; even a shepherdess is more polite than you!”
She prattled on, worry clouding her thoughts about Jenny’s future marriage prospects.
“I don’t want to get married!”
Jenny was dressed like a little boy, wearing a cap, “I will beco a sailor when I grow up, and one day a great explorer and captain.”
Because they lived near the sea, many n here chose to be sailors.
Not to ntion, with the developnt of the mariti industry and the discovery of a series of islands, there were rumors of sailors becoming overnight rich, luring generation after generation of youths to the sea.
“Won can’t be sailors or captains!”
Mrs.
Hallea rolled her eyes.
“Great news!
Look what I’ve got here?”
At that mont, Wick Black strode back, holding a ham.
“Oh!”
Jenny’s eyes lit up, “Dad, are we having at tonight?”
“Yes, we will have a good al tonight.”
Wick responded, smiling happily.
“Dear, what good thing happened?”
Hallea took the ham from her husband’s hands, asking curiously.
Even though their family was considered well-off in the town, ham was a treat reserved for special occasions.
“Xilan Daily has already published the news…
It’s confird that the Eastern colony discovered by the great Captain Spenser is not an island, but a massive continent!”
Wick excitedly picked up Jenny, “That place is perfect for establishing tropical plantations, it’s a vast market…
although the natives are not very friendly…”
“Natives?
I heard so of the natives in the colonies look like Beasts and even practice strange witchcraft…
Is that true?”
Jenny asked imdiately.
“Jenny!”
Mrs.
Hallea gave her a stern look, waiting for her husband to continue.
“So…
the future is expected to see a significant increase in exportable goods, and I’ve just taken an order for a batch of weaving machines!” Wick said excitedly.
Most weaving machines are made of wood, but they do require tal parts.
Moreover, it’s not like he couldn’t handle carpentry work.
“Indeed, that’s sothing to celebrate,”
Smiling slightly, Mrs.
Hallea said, “I’ll go buy a few loaves of white bread.”
After all, an increase in her husband’s inco was always welco.
Even Jenny couldn’t help but smile with joy upon hearing this.
…
Several days later, inside the small workshop.
A tiny figure crept stealthily into her father’s studio.
Although Mrs.
Hallea had sternly warned Jenny not to disturb her father’s work, Jenny had evidently cast that warning to the back of her mind.
At that mont, within the tiny workshop filled with lathes, hamrs, wrenches, and the sll of oil, Jenny saw each tool as a treasure.
She approached a newly completed spinning machine and curiously tried it out.
Watching the spinning wheel whir, she felt a great sense of achievent.
“Who’s there?”
Wick’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Ah!”
Jenny then rembered to be scared and tried to run away.
But she bumped into the spinning machine, and it toppled to the ground.
“That’s not good!”
Seeing her father’s figure entering, Jenny’s scalp tingled with fear, and she didn’t dare to move, thinking, “I’ve caused trouble.”
“Jenny, you’ve co again…
huh?”
Wick ca in and saw the still-spinning textile machine, suddenly frozen in thought: “It’s fallen…
but still works.
In that case…
the yarn spindles could be arranged vertically, improving efficiency…
Haha!
Haha!”
He laughed loudly, lifted Jenny up, spun her around, and kissed her cheek, “You truly are my lucky star.”
Jenny let out a sigh of relief, seeming to avoid punishnt for now.
After a mont of thought, she asked, “Daddy…
can I co learn?”
“You want to beco a craftsman?” Wick paused for a mont, “There are no won in the Artisan Guild…
but…
learning a craft is never a bad thing…”
He glanced at the spinning machine and nodded: “Alright…
I’ll let you learn with .”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
Jenny happily kissed her father’s cheek.
…
With this new idea, the improved spinning machine was quickly completed and was highly praised by custors.
As a result, Wick received more generous compensation than before, always coming ho with a smile on his face, and Jenny was able to enter the workshop to learn the most basic crafts.
But the good tis did not last long.
Soon, an angry crowd of artisans surrounded their house one night.
“It’s him!”
“He made that tool, making us lose our jobs!”
The raging crowd shouted as they stord into Jenny’s ho, smashing it up.
Jenny was held in her crying mother’s arms, her eyes filled with confusion.
“Isn’t technological progress a good thing?
Why…
why has it co to this?”
…
The next morning.
She stood at the door of the wrecked workshop, resolutely deciding, “This isn’t Father’s fault…”
“Jenny…
let’s go!”
Wick and Mrs.
Hallea packed up a horse cart, ready to leave behind this sad place.
“Father…
I’ve decided.”
Jenny suddenly said, “I’m going to beco a great craftsman!”
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