Years of Agarwood - the Mother of Huaishu Village

This is a story that began in a hungry age, but grew into the most abundant life. When fate took away Ruonan's roof, grain tank and support one after another, this illiterate woman turned her life into a tough rope, one end tied to the old locust tree and the other end to the distance. The coarse porcelain bowl she brought with her when she remarried was able to contain the wary eyes of her stepchildren, as well as the ups and downs of her children's lives. The blood beads from her finger pricked when she picked up the soles of her shoes seeped into the gold rim of the winery's model worker certificate, and also condensed into the postmark on the college admission notice. In this work, you will touch the most authentic texture of rural China: how the village party secretary's abacus shatters dignity, how the remarried woman's apron pocket hides food stamps for her ex-husband's children, and how the kerosene lamp that resumes college entrance examination becomes a beacon for young people. But more importantly, you will witness an almost divine ordinariness and a survival wisdom that lasts longer than the root system of a locust tree. This book is dedicated to all those who sow seeds in the cracks. What you are about to read is not a legend, but an epic written by a woman with hoes, needlework and tears. It is so ordinary and yet so precious - just like the locust flowers that fall every year, never stopping for anyone, but always nourishing this land.