Chronicle: Starting from Farming

This is a house made of yellow mud and rice, with only one hardwood bed in the room. Besides, the room was empty, not even a table in sight. Twelve-year-old Zhou Guomin came to the door, opened the door, and went in directly. Lying down on the bed, Zhou Guomin relaxed completely. Three days have passed since he arrived in the fifties. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.