Yu Yongqiu lived to be over eighty before she died. Her life had its share of bitterness and sweetness. She was a child bride, went hungry, endured scolding and beatings, and even tried to kill herself along with her children. She lived through earthquakes, floods, and droughts, too. As the country prospered, she finally had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, and even got to use a mobile phone. The latter half of her life, from the twentieth century into the second half of the twenty-first, felt like a dream. She would never have dared imagine such a wonderful life. Having seen what the future was like before being reborn, Yu Yongqiu refused to be a doormat any longer. She would do whatever made her happy, as long as her children had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear. Her eldest daughter had a temper and spoke her mind. Her second son was mischievous but responsible. Her third son was quiet and devoted to studying, but his health and eyesight let him down. Her fourth daughter spoke before thinking, her fifth was softhearted, and her youngest daughter, though the baby of the family, knew how to charm people and put on a good front...
