Rebirth of 50: Don't Be a Scapegoat

In the autumn of 1953, an official letter arrived at the door of the Jiang family: the eldest daughter Jiang Sujin died of illness in the factory. Nineteen-year-old Jiang Suizi was reborn on the day when the funeral letter came through. In her last life, she entered the state-owned Hongyang Cotton Textile Factory under the name of her deceased sister. After three months, she was kicked out and returned to her hometown to farm. Her mother was getting older every year and she lived with two confusing accounts: how her sister died was not found out; the person who gave her food stamps at the factory gate was not found. In this life, she still said the same words at dawn: Mom, I'm going. Only this time, she walked in with the answer. In the factory book, my sister was on sick leave and was alive and well; in her hand, she held a piece of paper that said she had died. In the last life, no one settled the two accounts for the Jiang family; in this life, she will settle them. In the past three months, she clearly remembered which steps had thunder hidden under them and which smiling faces had knives hidden behind them. The name is authentic and the account is true. The door is still the same door; the person who opens the door is still the same person. What was buried under the factory where Bai Mianmo was in charge? She wanted to dig it out with her own hands, spade by spade. Wan vomited out the pension she owed; she revealed the hidden cause of death layer by layer in public. This time, she recognized the face stuffed with food stamps at the factory gate. Work at every step and take advantage of every opportunity. This time, she won't be the scapegoat.