Automotive Engineer in the 1960S

Next novel: In the Republican Era, I Just Want to Write Fiction to Pay My Tuition In the 1960s countryside, Xia Ju worked as a blacksmith while tending to her paralyzed adoptive parents like an old workhorse, never complaining as she washed clothes, cooked, and did the housework. In the family's eyes, she was a pretty, capable orphan with a house of her own. They expected to pocket both the bride price and the house someday. Then one day, her biological older brother appeared out of nowhere. “They've been taking advantage of you.” Furious, Xia Ju stormed into the city and grabbed her rotten boyfriend by the ear. “You liar! I'm done!” She decisively left that leech of a family behind, moved to the city, got a factory job, and learned new skills. The little blacksmith who used to hammer away all day in the forge became a female factory worker. After being reborn, Division Commander Xia returned to his hometown to find his four younger siblings who had been separated from him. The first he found was his little sister Xia Ju, hammering away at the forge. Xia Ju claimed she was the best blacksmith in Jiangzhou City. On the day of the blade-forging competition, neighbors, relatives, and friends all came to see her make a fool of herself. Even the head of the local police station showed up. “She's only been blacksmithing for a few years,” Xia Anbei explained. The station chief was understanding. “She's a young woman, and she's still young. It's perfectly normal for her to be average.” But Xia Ju defied everyone's expectations and took first place in the blade-forging competition! She was the best blacksmith in Jiangzhou City. She could drive a truck across a steel-rail bridge just five centimeters wide, and hit a perfect score at the shooting range. She could design military off-road vehicles. At the test track, she successfully drove a new model over a three-meter trench. As the vehicle soared through the air, Ling Shu felt he was looking at the most beautiful sight in the world. When he asked Xia Ju out to dinner, he ironed his uniform until it was neat and crisp. Who could have guessed that Xia Ju, a technical type, would fall for his face? Ling Shu's mother was even more enthusiastic, always bringing Xia Ju delicious food. Her son had been chasing the girl for ages without success, so she had to lend him a hand. Completed novels: Eighties: Come Get Your Wife and Child, Eighties: The Professor's Everyday Life Spoiling His Wife, Sixties: I Handed Myself Over and Became a National Treasure, Eighties: The Great Beauty of the Courtyard Next novel: In the Republican Era, I Just Want to Write Fiction to Pay My Tuition Luo Ruchu opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated to the Republican era. She was the daughter of a mansion maid. Her mother had begged and borrowed to put her through school, but she had mixed with the young masters and ladies, even passing herself off as a young lady related to the mansion's owner. After failing her exams and repeating a grade, she was about to help the young lady write a love letter to a married male teacher. She would bear all the consequences herself, and the school would expel her. Faced with this bizarre situation, Luo Ruchu: “...” She promptly returned the letter to the young lady. “I'm not getting involved!” She would no longer meddle in this mess. Her peers were either apprentices in tailor shops, getting scolded by their masters, or selling newspapers for meager wages to support their families. Luo Ruchu thought she had transmigrated into a pretty good situation: she attended the best municipal high school, had room and board provided by the mansion, and her mother spent all her wages on her. This was also an era when newspapers and magazines were incredibly welcoming to serialized fiction. She picked up her pen and started writing! The first time the man saw Luo Ruchu, she was kicking her younger male cousin to the ground. She wore a pale blue short jacket with wide sleeves and a black skirt, a fresh and elegant look. But the toe of her black cloth shoe was planted firmly in her cousin's backside, and her clear, bright eyes glared at him angrily. He wore a finely tailored shirt and trousers. His thin lips moved slightly, and the aloofness of a privileged young gentleman and the sharpness of an industrialist radiated from him. “If he ever offends you again, hit him as hard as you like. I'll take responsibility for the consequences.” Theme: Bloom amid adversity.