A Capitalist's Daughter in the Seventies Marries a Rough Man Who Can't Have Children

It had been three months since I was sent down to Hongqi Village, and the blisters on my hands still hadn't healed. The villagers looked at me as if I were a beautiful but useless porcelain doll, with disdain and a hint of glee. They said a capitalist's daughter like me couldn't carry a shoulder pole or lift a hand. Apart from my face, I had nothing, and I'd starve to death in these poor mountains sooner or later. Their spiteful words pricked at me like needles, but worse than that was the hunger. The grain ration I received wasn't nearly enough, and I could barely earn any work points. One day, I fainted from heatstroke on a field ridge. When I woke up, I heard the villagers...