Escape in 1989

About This Novel

The Nagarjuna Bazi, sleeping in the Wumeng Mountains, lit up one after another with the sparse crowing of chickens. Along with a few brisk and loud dog barks, the coughing sounds of the elderly also sounded chaotically, like a tragic symphony. On the bumpy dirt road, more and more people went out for morning work. The man was carrying a pole, tied with a rope, and carrying a sickle. It seemed that he was either cutting grass or chopping firewood. The women usually carry a big bamboo basket on their backs and have to work every day for the few pigs at home, which are the only source of income. The annual fertilizer money, charcoal money, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea money are all carried on the few pigs. Not only that, but what's even more terrible is the annual student money, which catches people here off guard. The growth rate of pigs can never keep up with the increase in student tuition fees.

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