The late 1970s, the Southern Red Star Mining Machinery Factory. Lin Jianguo, an eighth-level lathe worker who lost his wife and three children, has always been unable to uncover the truth at home. He married Wen Yaru, a down-and-out talented girl from the art troupe who had twins. In the narrow staff room of Tongzilou, there are seven mouths waiting for food. The eldest daughter Lin Nian'an blocked the door: "My family doesn't support freeloaders, so don't expect to take my mother's place!"
Wen Yaru rolled up her sleeves and washed away the greasy work clothes, and replied gently: "Life is how people live it. If you don't believe it, let's wait and see."
At night, the two hard beds are separated by floral curtains. Lin Jianguo's thick palm touched her across the line and whispered: "You take care of the house during the day, and I will take care of it at night."
The reorganized family lived by digging through a cloth ticket and half a catty of meat tickets. In the gossip at the public tap water, the two backed each other up. Halfway through, the couple turned their dilapidated home into a prosperous life.
Lots of holes. . . .