Zhou Yaqiao died in 1995, and right up to the end she was still washing clothes for her husband’s family. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three days before her wedding in 1985. This time, she tore up her wedding dress, called off the marriage, and walked into the county seat with five yuan in her pocket. From bow-shaped hair clips to her own clothing brand, from a crumbling house at the village entrance to a factory in the city center, the people who called her “immoral” would later fight tooth and nail for a place in her factory. Zhou Yaqiao smiled. “In this life, I believe in only three things: policy, the law, and my own hands.”
