I Collect Scrap in the 1980s, and the State Finds Me a Spouse

[Period drama + soul transmigration + personal growth + love at first sight + romance + sweet and swoony]

Genius mechanical engineer × fashion designer

Everyone in the Lin family is rotten. No one who crosses their path can take it.

A hooligan for a father, a mother desperate for a son, a kind-faced but cruel farmer father who visits brothels, a beautiful eldest sister who puts up with her husband’s affairs, and the eighth child, who seems the least like a bad person.

Lin Xiangyang was reborn into the Lin family and nearly starved to death. His own father secretly mixed rat poison into his food, intending to kill the burden.

“In those years, failing to have a son was the greatest sin of all.”

Lin’s mother had been judged and condemned for most of her life. She had given birth to eight daughters before finally having a son, and still it had become an obsession.

When her son was barely clinging to life, her first thought was that she was over fifty but could still have another child, so she had better hurry and try for another son.

They brought about their own ruin and died in all sorts of bizarre ways. The man who loved brothels died in the river where he met his lover, leaving his proud wife to smash her head against a wall and die. His sisters, so concerned with appearances, ran off with the money, yet still expected Lin Xiangyang to greet them with a grateful smile?

At least his wife was a good person.

I’ll settle the score, one by one, with everyone who bullied me.

Hey, he got into the state-owned machinery factory everyone else was desperate to join, learned all sorts of skills there, and even found time to date.

Marriage, quitting his job, starting a business, becoming a ten-thousand-yuan household.

He achieved in a year what others spent their entire lives trying to do.

The provincial factory director begged him to be a technical consultant, while he supported his wife’s dream of becoming a designer. Together, they became business magnates.

Ahem, it’s time to have a child.