Li Xiulan has been selling pickles in the vegetable market for twenty years. She has worked hard all her life, but she has lived a miserable life. She regretted that she had been stubborn and didn't jump off the broken ship of the state-owned textile factory before it sank. She regretted that she was too cowardly and watched her husband Chen Weiguo collapse after being "optimized". She regretted that she was incompetent and made her daughter suffer for half her life. When she opened her eyes, Li Xiulan returned to 1992, when the textile factory's mobilization meeting to "reduce staff and increase efficiency" had just concluded. The passionate singing of "We workers have power" was still floating in the air. Neighbors were scolding the factory director for being heartless, and then turned around and relied on their connections to keep their iron jobs. Her husband Chen Weiguo, the best technician in the factory, was assuring her: "Don't worry, Xiulan, no one can cut me off!" In her previous life, it was this sentence that caused her family to miss the final opportunity to go ashore. This time, Li Xiulan slapped the divorce agreement on the table with red eyes: "Chen Weiguo, if you insist on holding on to this iron rice bowl, we will break up! I don't want to live a miserable life with no end in sight!" She no longer wants to be a docile and virtuous wife, she wants to be the master of her destiny. Setting up a food stall, opening a small restaurant, switching from "Chenliang" shirts to bell-bottom pants, using a sewing machine to create original designs... Li Xiulan, who was once an inconspicuous person in the family courtyard of the factory area, just relied on her hands to carve out a bloody path in the wave of reform. While her neighbors and relatives were still arguing over a few cents of pension, she had become a well-known "household worth ten thousand yuan". Chen Weiguo, who looked stubborn and insisted on "living and dying with the factory",
