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Once she woke up, Song Wan'an became an intellectual young woman in the 1980s who wanted to return to the city.
She looked at the impoverished (no) house in front of her and the pitiful (no) boy wearing clothes whose original color could not be seen clearly. She felt a strong sense of responsibility in her heart, and with the only one hundred and fifty-six yuan left in her pocket, she was ready to do something big.
Just when she was gearing up to make a comeback in this legendary golden age, reality gave her a resounding slap in the face.
The husband who was remembered as being loyal, honest, and full of brute strength but no brains took out a small notebook with a series of numbers clearly printed on it.
Song Wan'an: "..." It was said that he was very poor.