When Alex woke up again, it was already afternoon. Xiao Hong had also fallen asleep, leaning against Alex.
Alex almost felt suffocated by the clothes in front of this little one.
Curiously, Alex examined Xiao Hong and found this sleeping little girl to be quite cute, emanating a sweet feeling. Ever since he knew Xiao Hong was a girl, Alex found her increasingly adorable.
Especially some of Xiao Hong's views.
Completely opposite to those rustic women.
Xiao Hong actually had strong feminist thoughts.
But Xiao Hong's feminist thoughts were different from those of the rural dogs.
Xiao Hong firmly believed that for women and men to enjoy equal rights, they must shoulder the same responsibilities. If women want equality, they must fulfill the same duties. If women desire the same social status, they must put in the same effort.
For example, in the current post-apocalyptic world, if women want to enjoy the same status as men, they have to find food on their own, be self-reliant, and fight alongside men to create their own homes. They need to fight side by side with men, earn their position and power through their own efforts.
This is in stark contrast to those rural women who want equal treatment, or even better treatment, but are unwilling to fulfill any of their own duties.
Wanting to benefit from men, expecting protection from men, yet clamoring for men to respect and obey them—all because they are women, and they believe they should enjoy such treatment without fulfilling any duties.
The rustic women, upon seeing Alex, lit up with desperation, weakly calling out to him for help. Alex indifferently collected the bodies of these people into a spatial container. He then turned to look at the rustic women bound to the pillars.
These women disgusted Alex immensely.
"Do you have the nerve to ask for my help?" Alex sneered, "If it weren't for your own actions, would you be in such a miserable state?"
"Look at your husbands, your men. They treated you so well, but in the end? Isn't it because of your own deeds that they died?" he continued, "You caused their deaths. Don't you feel guilty? Don't you want to atone for your sins with death? Are you really living up to your conscience?"
Faced with Alex's questioning, one rustic woman struggled to defend herself, "Please, save us! Those bootlickers deserve to die. If they weren't so useless, we wouldn't have ended up like this! Handsome guy, you're so powerful; you can surely protect us! We'll be loyal to you, serving you like dogs! As long as you save us, we're willing to do anything for you!"
Alex coldly looked at the woman and sneered, "Just based on you? Do you think you have any qualities that would make me save you? Do you believe your filthy body is valuable? Even garbage is cleaner than you!"
Alex looked at this group of rustic women with disgust and disdain.
"How can you say such things about us? Are you still a man? At the very least, we are women. Men need us to procreate. Without women, can you men continue the human race? Without us women, how will humanity continue?" argued another woman passionately.
"Yeah! This young man, I advise you to save us. We can serve you, provide you with labor, and even help you procreate! You won't lose out! Besides, it's the apocalypse now. Which woman is still considered clean?
So what if we've been with other men? It's better than having no woman for you, right?"
Alex suddenly burst into laughter.