Lin Xiaoman died suddenly while working overtime and woke up as an unemployed young man from a worker's family in 1973.
The father is an old fitter in the factory, the mother is a street sewing worker, the eldest brother is saving money to marry a wife, the younger sister is greedy for beauty, and the grandmother is full of old ideas - a family of six is squeezed into a tube building, and life is tight but also hot.
There is no golden finger or a big career. She just wants to live well in this era. I was forced to work as a salesperson in a department store, standing at the counter until my legs swelled, and my hands were sore from scratching the abacus. At the end of the month, I calculated my salary carefully. But the first month's salary can be exchanged for father's tobacco and mother's scarf.
It's pretty, plain and real.