Lin Lan has been an educated youth in the countryside for eight years. Finally, looking forward to the tide of returning to the city, she drags a broken wooden box back to the Shanghai alley after a long absence. But home is no longer her home. Her biological father married her stepmother and gave birth to younger brothers and sisters. There was not even a single morsel of food for her at home. The stepmother pretended to be planning to marry her off to a factory director's son who was more than ten years older than her, and in exchange for a betrothal gift, she would buy her younger brother a "28 Dagong" bicycle. The target of returning to the city is shaky, the job introduction letter is far away, and her relatives and neighbors are laughing at her, waiting for this "country girl" to get out of the house in despair. Lin Lan wiped away her tears, looked at the uniform blue, gray and black colors on the street, and then looked at the rustic "Chen Liang" shirts in the department store, and a bold idea sprouted in her heart. She spent all her belongings to buy a second-hand sewing machine and used connections to get fabrics for disposal. Change the style, add lace, tighten the waistline... When the first new shirt was hung up, the girls in the alley stared straight at it. From a small tailor stall, to the clothing counter of a contracted supply and marketing cooperative, to establishing her own clothing brand, Lin Lan used a needle and a pair of scissors to cut a hole for herself in the iron wall of the planned economy, leading to the "10,000-yuan household". Pei Song, the boy in military uniform who lived in the compound across the street and was always taciturn, helped her carry briquettes and repair sewing machines, and his eyes were getting worse and worse. One day, he cornered her in a corner, his ears flushed: "Comrade Lin Lan, can you find someone from the organization? I think you... Are very suitable." Lin Lan looked at him, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "That depends on your performance.
