Tang Lin and her daughter Leng Hui, a mother-daughter pair from the starving, freezing apocalypse, woke up from a deep sleep to find themselves in the 1970s.
The story began with their lives on the line, urgently awaiting surgery.
A grandmother who was a stingy, money-grubbing miser? A father who was spinelessly and blindly filial?
No problem. To save her mother, Leng Hui ripped the money right out of her grandmother’s pants to pay for the life-saving procedure.
Denied food? They would pick the locks to fill their stomachs.
Denied money? Tang Lin told outsiders she was a widow, and told insiders that Leng Hui’s father was dead, but her mother was very much alive.
Her cousin wanted to steal her prospective blind date.
Leng Hui: “A man who can be so easily stolen isn’t a good man. It’s no loss to let him go.”
The second branch of the family wanted to seize their inheritance, leaving them with nothing.
Tang Lin: “What an ugly way to eat. Aren’t you afraid of choking to death?”
A man was old-fashioned, feudal, and too stubborn.
Tang Lin: “There are thousands of handsome men and millions of wonderful women in this world. Life goes on just fine without any single person.”
Everyone said the mother and daughter, Tang Lin and Leng Hui, were rebellious, unconventional, and refused to settle down.
The pair scoffed: Now that we’re in this era, how can men possibly be more appealing than a career?
Rely on a mountain, and it will collapse. Rely on a person, and they will run. Only relying on yourself is the most reliable.
