A Female Agent's Road to Reversal in the 1970s

On Frost's Descent in 1970, 18-year-old Mou Xin awakened memories amid her stepmother Li Guihua's insults. She was an international agent who had transmigrated from the 21st century, and the jade bangle left by her mother on her wrist was the key to an SSS-grade spatial System. When her stepmother forged an application to send her to the countryside and her father schemed to pocket the family assets, Mou Xin struck back. She emptied the 30 jin of ration coupons and 2 chi of cloth coupons hidden in a wardrobe compartment, sold her mother's accounting job and public housing, and secretly added her step-siblings' names to the educated youth roster. When the Public Security Bureau took away the wicked couple with evidence of smuggled fabric and forged agreements, Mou Xin set off with her younger siblings along the dirt road to Hongxing Village.

In the countryside, she used water from a spirit spring to save a sick cow and intimidate the corrupt team leader, Zhao Tiezhu. Crops grown on land where time passed ten times faster produced out-of-season vegetables, and her sheep-milk face cream became so sought-after on the black market that people could hardly get their hands on it. She joined forces with educated youth to establish a textile group, rewriting the rules of survival with a “work points plus cloth coupons” system. Through a Hong Kong merchant, she traded wild ginseng nourished by the spirit spring for industrial coupons and sewing machine parts, building a business empire in an era of ration coupons. At a Cultural Revolution struggle session, she used the cooperative's account books to leave the rebels speechless. Amid the tide of reform and opening up, the spirit-spring fabric and ointments of Hongxing Trading Company sold across the country.

From county-town factory worker to business magnate, Mou Xin staged a comeback with ration coupons and cloth coupons, using an agent's mindset to solve the dilemmas of the times. When the jade bangle resonated with the ancient well in her space, she finally understood: in an era when everything required coupons, what was more precious than coupons was a refusal to bow one's head, and the survival wisdom engraved in one's soul.