On New Year’s Eve, as her daughter breathed her last, Zhou Fang’s four younger brothers were next door sharing dumplings.
“Eldest Sister traded her miner’s job slot for cornmeal back then, and it saved your lives!”
“She did that of her own free will. Does that mean I have to support her for the rest of her life?” Her second brother’s voice held not a trace of warmth.
Cradling her daughter’s stiff, cold little body as firecrackers rang out, Zhou Fang was reborn in 1971.
In her hand was the letter from her father asking for food. Across from her sat the brigade leader’s daughter.
“Educated Youth Zhou, give me your miner’s job slot, and these two hundred jin of cornmeal are yours.”
In her previous life, Zhou Fang had used it to fill the stomachs of her four younger brothers.
This time, she wouldn’t trade!
