I Opened a Supermarket on the Long March

"28-Year-old Zhou Chengjun thought he was lucky - the back door of his ancestral home called 1935 every day, and he could exchange a few packets of compressed biscuits for hand-knitted straw sandals and copper bullet casings from the Red Army. Until the squad leader, who always talked about "not taking advantage of the masses," secretly stuffed him with half a piece of blackened sweet potato: "The one my father gave me before he died is more valuable than gold." ' He looked at the soldiers climbing over the snow-capped mountains with rubber boots tied with straw ropes, and listened to the dialogue "We left just so that future generations don't have to leave." His eyes suddenly turned red. Later, his 'Time and Space Supermarket' stopped selling goods, and he exchanged medicines for bandages, warm clothes for Long March stories, and even followed the team across the grass. When he stood at the entrance of the modern old alley and touched the party history notes left by his grandfather, he finally understood: This door has never been a way to make money, let him see—— How 'foolish' and how 'worthy' are those who measure their faith with their feet? "