Reborn on the New Year's Eve of 1979, the coal stamps were used up again and the stove was about to burn out. But this time she didn't let the stove go out.
From Yitanjiang's previous life, Zhao Xiulan lived to seventy-two and was the founder of the largest pickle factory in the province. But I have been a coward all my life. I dare not say anything when the stove goes out. I dare not sell my pickles after being praised for thirty years. I even dare not talk back when my neighbors are angry.
Reborn in the winter of 1979, the stove was about to burn out, the coal stamps were running out, and Sister-in-law Liu downstairs was making jokes about her family's affairs.
This time, Zhao Xiulan didn't want to endure it anymore.
She relied on a jar of pickles to sell from Tongzilou to the supply and marketing cooperative, and from the supply and marketing cooperative to the whole province. Those who looked down on her in her previous life later queued up to buy her pickles.
In the room, step by step, I followed a path that I had walked for thirty years in my previous life. This time, every step is to your own beat.
Revenge when there is hatred, repay kindness when there is kindness. Live life to its fullest, and live your life to its fullest.
