In 1986 in the southern tea town, two sisters of the Lin family were getting married at the same time. Her elder sister Lin Qiaoyun refused to marry her fiancé Chen Qingsong because she was poor and had disabled legs and feet. Her parents couldn't afford the divorce money, so they forced her sister Lin Qiaoyue to put on a red wedding dress and get into the sedan chair for her sister.
During the wedding night, when the hijab was lifted, Lin Qiaoyue discovered that this "lame poor man" who was ridiculed by the whole village was actually the first ten-thousand-yuan household in Nanxi Village to contract the tea mountain. Seventy acres of Longjing tea garden, three years of hard work, and the harvest is about to begin. The taciturn man pushed the tin box in front of her: "You are in charge of the family."
My sister married Liu Jianjun, a worker in the town, thinking that she would be a master from now on. Unexpectedly, Liu Jianjun was drunk and violent, the factory's performance declined, and both his husband and wife were laid off. In winter, when she was digging coal cores in the snow to keep warm with her pregnant belly, her sister's tea had already won a gold medal at the provincial tea expo.
At the door of the celebration banquet, my sister was hysterical: "I was the one who should have married in the first place!"
The younger sister took off the gold medal from her chest and hung it around her neck. She smiled faintly and said, "Sister, this blessing is for you. Do you want it?"
