In 1979, the spring breeze of reform and opening up had just blown the green earth, and countless educated youths returned to the city they had not seen for a long time, covered with dirt and blood. Xia Wanqing is one of them. After spending more than ten years in Beidahuang, she is no longer the pampered city girl she used to be. His skin was tanned and his hands were covered with calluses, but his eyes were brighter than ever, sparkling with desire for the future. The good news is that she finally got the return quota and can return to the Shanghai alley where she was born and raised. The bad news is that there is no longer a place for her in the city. Both her parents were laid off, and her younger siblings were crying for food. The old house she was given was dilapidated and didn't even have a decent bed. Not to mention the work distribution agreed upon back then? What is that? Can it be eaten? ! Faced with the cynicism of her best relatives and the sympathetic looks of her neighbors, Xia Wanqing did not cry. She learned to plant rice in the production team, held a spoon in the cafeteria, and learned a lot of herbal medicine from the barefoot doctor. Wouldn't these skills be worthless in the city? "Don't you just want to have a hot meal? I'll make it!" Starting from the food stall at the entrance of the alley, with a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles and several drawers of fragrant soup dumplings, Xia Wanqing used her hands that had once held a hoe to slowly create a small restaurant full of fireworks. From the days when food stamps were in short supply to the rise of self-employed businesses, she not only had to support her family, but she also had to face the impact of "price breakthroughs" and all kinds of business competition. The neighbors looked at Xia Wanqing, who had grown from a mud-legged person to a household worth ten thousand yuan.
