In the pages of "Sheep's Eyes on the Flange", the struggle and inheritance of three generations of the Shanxi merchant family are like a majestic historical scroll, slowly spreading over the years, interpreting a touching legend.
As the years passed, Yan Wen and Zhao Xiang walked hand in hand, but they were ups and downs in the tide of life. The road to entrepreneurship is like trudging through thorns, and every step is accompanied by heart-wrenching pain. The lack of funds is like the hard-to-find rain in a barren desert, making them difficult to move forward. The loans from credit unions are like heavy shackles, almost suffocating them, and the blocking of the door by debt collectors is like a pressing death knell, knocking on their fragile nerves. The sudden flood in Xiaowang Village was nothing short of a catastrophe, instantly throwing the family into the abyss of despair. The misery enveloped them like layers of haze, airtight.
However, Yan Wen and Zhao Xiang are like Populus euphratica standing stubbornly in the wilderness, holding on to hope in the storm. They supported each other with steely will and arduously regrouped amidst the ruins. Yan Wen knows very well that inheritance is not only the continuation of skills, but also the relay of moral character. Like a devout preacher, he carefully passed on the fire of craftsmanship and moral character to Yan Yifei, Yan Ying and Yan Lian.
With the concerted efforts of the family, the flannel business is getting better and better, just like the dawn at the end of a cold night. The sheep's eyes soaked in the wine jar are like a silent and affectionate historian, quietly recording the family's struggle, inheritance and growth, becoming an eternal symbol of tenacity.
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