During a famine year when grain was scarce, in order to survive, my husband's family actually planned to sell me off. To protect myself and my child, I no longer swallowed my anger and grievance, and resolutely demanded to split the family and live separately. Breaking away from the harsh treatment of my husband's family, I struggled to survive with my young son, clearing wasteland and toiling away, managing things painstakingly. Having endured the bitterest days, I earned a stable family property with my own hands, and those who used to bully and humiliate me could only watch me live in glory and splendor.