At eighty-one, just before Zhou Lanying breathed her last, she finally understood that the person she had let down most in her life was herself.
She had been top of her class in elementary school, yet dropped out early. She was hardworking and capable, yet never had a job of her own. She doted on her son, cared for her husband, and held the family together, but neglected her most exceptional younger daughter.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in 1962, a newlywed who had just married into the Gu family.
Her husband, Gu Changhe, had gone to work at an oil field in Xinjiang, leaving her alone in the Gu family’s large courtyard in the countryside of Jiaodong. Outsiders laughed that she had no father to stand up for her, had been jilted by the Xu family, and had married into a rich-peasant household with a bad class background. They said hard days lay ahead.
The Gu family tested her, her relatives on her mother’s side bullied her, and the scoundrel who had broken off their engagement waited to see her regret it.
But this time, Zhou Lanying would not put up with it.
They tested her over some dried fish? She stood her ground and argued her case in front of everyone.
Her second uncle’s family tried to steal their grain? She took out the ledger and calculated everything until their faces turned pale.
The production team thought women deserved fewer work points? She was determined to earn a name for herself through her own abilities.
The Xu family wanted to watch her make a fool of herself? She turned around and sold a jar of pickled vegetables to the state-run supply and marketing cooperative.
From the countryside of Jiaodong to the oil fields of Xinjiang, from the loess of Changqing to Shengli Oilfield, she picked up her textbooks again, built a pickled-vegetable business, protected her family, raised her children well, and gradually uncovered the truth behind her father’s sudden death years ago.
In her past life, she was only the Gu family’s daughter-in-law and the children’s mother.
In this life, she would make everyone remember her name: Zhou Lanying.
It feels like I have returned to my father's generation, and I feel like I am living in such a home.