In 1996, Su Xiaomei married into Lijiagou.
The bride price is 50,000 yuan, the man has a weak waist, and the mother-in-law is powerful.
The villagers waited to see her run away, but she stayed with her sewing machine on.
"Sister-in-law, isn't it good in the city?" Young Li Chunlai asked.
She smiled and said nothing. The needle and thread in her hand moved very quickly.
He watched her learn how to read and then go to night school.
From setting up a tailor stall to opening a cooperative,
From being scolded for "unruly women" to leading the entire village of women to become rich.
He watched his cousin go from decadence to cheer up,
Watching my aunt go from making things difficult to becoming dependent,
Watching this foreign woman, little by little,
Putting her roots down into the land that initially rejected her.
Twenty years later, a reporter came to interview Su Xiaomei, the "leader in getting rich".
She pointed to the new highway in the distance: "When the road is open, my heart will feel relieved."
Only Li Chunlai knew her first "road" to the outside.
It was my trembling hands when I boarded the bus into the city with thirty yuan in my pocket.
This is the struggle history of a foreign daughter-in-law.
It is also the epitome of the transformation of a mountain village.
It is also about dignity, growth and protection in the eyes of a young man.
A chronicle of a mountain village in the past thirty years.
