The Red Era: 1955

No golden fingers Chen Tiezhu did not expect that when he opened his eyes, he would be in 1955, only six years after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Looking at the four walls of his family, the rice vat was empty and there was only a thin layer in the flour bag. Chen Tiezhu looked up to the sky and sighed, how the fuck are they going to survive? After all, Chen Tiezhu could only manage his own home slowly. When the reform and opening up came, he rushed in again. Finally walked out of his own way to the sky. DailySingle Female ProtagonistA Life of Material, Rice, Oil and Salt