Rebirth 1979 I Rely on Wholesale to Support a Street

Song Sufen died once. In her previous life, she accepted her fate to marry, accepted her fate to endure hardships, and accepted her fate to be tortured all her life, and finally died in the winter at the age of forty-five. Before she died, she saw her husband, who had served her for twenty years, peeling oranges for other women. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to 1979. The family is surrounded by walls, with only an old quilt that is hard enough to be used as a cutting board. The adoptive mother was planning to use three hundred kilograms of food stamps to sell her to a widower in the next village whose two wives had died. She didn't cry. She lifted up the shabby quilt, walked out of the door barefoot, and said, "I won't marry you." The adoptive mother called her crazy. "It's better to be crazy than dead," she said with a smile. From that day on, she seemed like a different person. Others thought the rags were worthless, so she collected them and made them into headbands; others did not dare to set up a stall for fear of being caught, so she got up early in the dark and moved the stall to the brightest part of the market; others laughed at her for being a woman whose engagement was annulled but still wanted to make a difference. In three years, she built the county's largest private factory from just 30 cents. Later, people called her "Director Song." She opened twelve branches in the provincial capital, with four words hanging under the sign: "Sufen Cloth Art". She had people who used to scold her line up to ask for goods. She asked the widower who almost bought her to return the three hundred kilograms of food stamps on his knees. And the man who first stopped his car at the entrance of the village and handed her a pair of old Jiefang shoes stood behind her, holding a lamp for her.