In 1984, when Su Tang woke up, he found that he was twenty-two years old again. A dilapidated adobe house, a leaky roof, and gruel with only a human figure in the pot - this is the only possession she has with her four-year-old son.
Her husband died, her husband's family thought she was a nuisance, and her mother's family thought she was a burden. The villagers were waiting to see her laugh.
But she didn't panic.
She knows that in the next forty years, every trend will be in her mind: self-employed, mountain goods, treasury bills, going south, foreign trade, real estate, the Internet... She will not miss any of them.
