On the twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Siyue was happily driving along the expressway when the car in front of her suddenly stopped. Slamming on the brakes did no good. She crashed into it, and after a burst of searing pain in her head, lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she had become Yang Siyue, who had been shoved over and struck her head against a stone table. Blood streaming down her face, she looked toward the gate and saw a group of frenzied people beating a frail girl. In a corner, a girl of three or four was clutching an even smaller child and wailing.
Memories flooded her mind: her birth mother had run off, her grandmother and aunt were taking out their anger on the children, and everyone else was enjoying the spectacle.
She was already furious, and this pushed her over the edge. She picked up a knife from the haystack and started swinging it at them.
Later, the family split up. Through those difficult years, she resolved to make a living from farming.
Her grandmother caused trouble again, finding her son a widow with children of her own. Eventually, her father was kicked out.
Later, she leased the village’s hills and built a small farm.
Later, she leased land in several neighboring villages to build an ecological farm.
Later, her plans grew bigger and bigger. With everything from production and processing to sales under one roof, she became the county’s pride and one of its biggest taxpayers.
Later, the place became more and more beautiful, turning into the city’s calling card. Anyone visiting from afar was sure to be taken there.
Later, wealthy people all wanted to move in, and it became a secluded paradise for retirement and vacations.
Later, it added everything from higher education to top-tier medical care, becoming a place the rich longed to live.
And later...
Who says farming can’t make you famous? Even the wealthy have to pull strings to find me.
Three sisters and one little son knew what was going on. They were indifferent to this kind of sincerity in supporting their younger brothers. Even if they received the light of a strand of hair from their elder sisters, they would not respond.
Why aren't there the eldest and the third? Died in infancy?
Great, great, great