Chen Jianjun, who fell to his death at the construction site in 2024, opened his eyes and smashed back the earthen kang of 1981 - the pot was filled with corn paste mixed with chaff, and outside the door was the best uncle snatching land. In the memory, Su Wan, the most beautiful educated youth who froze to death in the mountain temple, was standing at the entrance of the courtyard with a rag bag on his back, his eyes red and full of despair.
In his previous life, he watched her being crushed by elements and swallowed up by suffering. In this life, he clenched his fists and stood in front of her: "I will protect my wife; no one can snatch my land!"
His left hand protects his wife and denounces his relatives, while his right hand relies on his reborn sense of smell to make money: digging nine-section calamus to earn the first pot of gold, contracting a sales agency to play "buy and give", jumping on the trend and opening a clothing factory to design really good flower shirts, from being extremely poor to building brick houses and leading the whole village to generate income.
Is someone jealous? Su Wan wrote the application, turning "speculation" into "collective income generation"; the manufacturer ran out of fabric? He rushed to Guangzhou overnight and signed a contract with a private cloth factory for exclusive supply.
From earthen kang to brick house, wild vegetable porridge to braised pork, Chen Jianjun not only made up for all the regrets in his previous life, but also made Su Wan go from a desperate educated youth to a "dressed beauty" that everyone envied. The wind in the 1980s was very strong, but his shoulders were broad enough to protect her stability for the rest of her life, and he could work with her to turn the hard days into honey.
