(No System, no golden finger, farming, strong female lead, building a business, harvesting seafood)
When Lin Xiuqing died at sea, she finally realized that the people she had wronged most in this life were not strangers, but the man who always said, "I'm fine," and their two daughters, who had barely ever eaten their fill.
When she opened her eyes again, it was 1980. Her two daughters were running fevers, there was only half a sack of grain left at home, her husband Chen Jianshan was preparing to risk going out to sea with the production team, and creditors were already waiting outside the door for their money.
This time, she wouldn't urge her husband to risk his life for money, and she wouldn't be ashamed of harvesting seafood, either. She rolled up her trousers and headed down to the shore, building their broken household back up bit by bit, starting with razor clams, clams, and little crabs. They couldn't afford a good boat, so she began by gathering seafood for others; they couldn't rent a shop, so she started by drying fish outside her home.
People laughed that a fisherman's wife thought she could run a business. She simply kept carrying basket after basket of seafood into the county town, earning enough for her daughters' medicine, food for the family, and her husband's safe return.
From mudflats to reefs, from an old wooden boat to a fishing fleet, from making sure her own family had enough to eat to giving the whole village work. In this life, she didn't aspire to become some tycoon. She only wanted someone to haul in the nets when the tide came in, and someone waiting at home when the wind rose.
