Where Wild Grass Grows Thick

A woman of flesh and blood, cunning yet kind, decisive and ruthless yet fiercely loyal. Every turning point is closely tied to the pulse of the times, leaving readers thinking, “If only I’d done that back then...” while also marveling, “So that’s another way to do it.”

“Guilan, the factory really has let you all down.” Old Ma, the workshop supervisor, rubbed his hands. The collar of his army coat still smelled of the cheap liquor he’d had at lunch. “I only got the list of workers being offered buyouts this morning...”

“Clang!”