In a northern mountain village in 1960, Wang Bisuo covered his kang with New Year pictures of a fat boy, waiting for his wife Liu Yunyan to give him a baby boy. But what the midwife brought out was Wang Luoke, a big girl. He pressed out the wrinkles in the New Year pictures, but clumsily changed the baby's diaper at night.
In the next ten years, the second girl, Wang Gaigai, the third girl, Wang Zhouyao, the fourth girl, Wang Xia, the fifth girl, Wang Mei, and the sixth girl, Wang Juan, came in such a hurry that the adobe house was packed to the brim. When the team was distributing food, he sighed as he held the eight names in the food book, but turned around and gave all the white noodles to his wife to roll out noodles; someone chewed and said "cut off the incense", so he turned the cigarette money he had saved for half a year into floral cloth and made new clothes for his girls; when Liu Niu had a difficult childbirth, he kowtowed to the Stove Lord and made a red seal, saying, "I accept it even if I don't have a son."
The film about Six Girls did not make people worry: Wang Xia climbed a tree and broke his arm, but he carried it ten miles to seek medical treatment; Wang Mei secretly learned to read, and he carried scrap metal in exchange for a dictionary; Wang Zhouyao was going to be an art soldier, but he scolded her as "crazy" but secretly bought popsicles to see her off. He protected his daughters during criticism meetings, took them to the house to repair the roof during heavy rains, and insisted on leaving six huts when building a house - "My daughter will go back to her parents' house, and each of them will have one room."
From the willow water in the famine years to the admission notice for the resumption of the college entrance examination; from the screening of "Red Detachment of Women" to the "Ten Thousand Yuan Household" certificate in the orchard, Wang Bisuo's pipe pot shattered the old concepts, and Liu Yunyan's needlework stitched a new life. When some of the six sisters became midwives, some drove tractors, and some stood on the podium, the rough man who once went crazy looking forward to his son finally raised his glass on New Year's Eve: "I have six of you in my life, and it's worth it."
