[Farming + Double Wearing + Cultivation]
My son is three years old and has never had a full meal. My father-in-law stopped taking medicine for three days, and the blood he coughed up stained the pillowcloth black.
Lin Xiulian is not afraid of poverty. What she is afraid of is that she will not be able to make gruel tomorrow.
That night, the old makeup box her mother left her lit up.
She pulled it away with trembling hands and saw another world with bright lights, traffic like a river, and a lot of "garbage" that she couldn't name thrown on the ground.
She picked up the plastic bottle and got three pennies back.
Buy medicine, buy rice, buy the candy that my son has been shouting about in his dream for a year.
In ancient times, she was a widow, a poor woman, a village woman that even the medicine shop owner didn't bother to take a look at.
In modern times, she is a treasure mother, a waste recycler, and a colleague that even the cleaning aunts despise.
Later, she learned how to resell, how to make money, and how to build a dazzling future from nothing.
