Lin Sumei dragged a leg that she had injured while working in the countryside, and with a few dollars in her pocket, she finally returned to Shanghai, where she had been away for ten years. Good news: She got the quota to return to the city and bid farewell to the career of an educated youth facing the loess and facing the sky. Bad news: She has long since lost her place in the family's small two-bedroom house. Her job quota was replaced, her parents thought she was a burden, her sister looked at her like a country bumpkin, and her fiancé had already married someone else. Everyone felt that this lame "old girl" was finished in her life. ♀️ The younger sister was wearing a fashionable "Chenliang" shirt and said in a sinister tone: "Sister, you don't even have food stamps, how can you live in the future?" Lin Sumei looked at her and calmly took out all the savings she had saved in the countryside - a wrinkled cloth bag, which contained all the belongings she had earned with her blood and sweat. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She turned around and set up a stall at the entrance of the alley. She made fragrant grain cakes that were despised by city people; she packaged the dry goods unique to the countryside into exquisite souvenirs; she had a way to get the fabrics that were in high demand in the supply and marketing cooperative... From a small stall to a street contracting store, she became one of the first batch of "ten thousand-yuan households" after the reform and opening up. The family who had disliked her at first were so regretful that their intestines were green. Her ex-fiancé, who had abandoned her at the beginning, was licking her face and wanting to renew their relationship. Only the state-owned factory director Lu Jinchuan, who always had a straight face, came to buy her tea eggs every day on his 28-inch bicycle, and asked awkwardly: "How is business today...?" Lin Sumei smiled brightly: "Director Lu, if you want to chase me, you have to queue up and get your number first.
