A monthly salary of 12,000 yuan, five types of social insurance and a housing fund, a promotion to department head next year: Li Xia gave it all up.
She went back to Lijia Village with two suitcases and said she was going to grow sweet potatoes.
The whole village laughed at her and called her crazy. At dinner, her ex-boyfriend ran through the numbers and slammed down his knife and fork. "Zhou Peng can't afford to be humiliated like this."
All she had was a notebook left by her grandfather and a patch of sandy soil that had lain fallow for five years.
The handwriting on the last page trembled: If Xiaxia comes back to grow sweet potatoes, give her this notebook. The land won't lie to her.
She had spent six years in agricultural product marketing, selling navel oranges, rice, and pomegranates, and had worked on more than three hundred projects to help farmers. This time, she would sell her own family's sweet potatoes.
But just after she finished turning the soil, the village accountant locked the Cooperative Registration Application in his drawer.
The legal representative's name on it was his.
