Grinding Away in a Period Novel, Starting with My Own Family

I’ve been cast as the unlucky eldest sister in a period novel. My parents want to send me off to the countryside and trade my future for my younger brother’s prospects?

I bind myself to the “All-Purpose Study System” and fight fire with fire, talking about “the collective good” at every turn and “ideological awareness” at every opportunity!

A terrible family? They’re just the first batch of “tools” on my rise through the political ranks!

A scheming father? I’ll hold a family democratic meeting and make him conduct a thorough self-criticism!

Younger siblings who lie flat? I’ll send them to do compulsory labor and forge their “red hearts”!

I lend the male lead’s family a hand when they’re caught in a political crisis, then turn around and humiliate the opposing villain.

My rival in love mocks my humble background? I recite Marx and Lenin in fluent foreign languages and crush her at the quiz competition.

Years later, I stand at the top with the male lead by my side, and my family has become a national model family.

A reporter asks me for the secret. I just smile and say nothing.

Thanks for asking. I’m in the old days, and I’ve just become a big shot. My core skill: turning every conflict into a contradiction among the people.