This is a novel about forgetting.
Ninety chapters, five volumes, a life of a woman rising from the mud.
She is not called the Avenger or the heroine, her name is Jiang Yun - the shopkeeper of Qingfu Shop, the "shopkeeper" of twelve women. She knelt down and broke the pieces of porcelain at the age of sixteen, and used the thirty-seven pieces of porcelain in her knees to keep track of accounts for her whole life. In the end, at the age of ninety, under the cherry blossom tree, she could not pronounce all twelve names.
This book does not talk about "counterattack" or "blackening". It only tells one thing: how a man climbed up from the mud, how he took in twelve women who also climbed out of the mud, how he sent them away one by one, and how he finally sat under a tree and forgot their names.
But sugar is sweet. She said. Sweetness is real, nothing else matters.
Intention: Use business as the blade, account as the bone, and carve out women's lives in the cracks of the history of male dominance. ——From the prisoner who knelt down and smashed thirty-seven pieces of porcelain, to the shopkeeper who took in the Twelve Ember Girls, Jiang Yun used Qingjipu to prove that women's salvation never waits for heroes, but becomes each other's retreat. Those abandoned concubines, mute mouths, and broken legs wrote another kind of history on the back of the account book.