1970: My Mythical Tablecloth

This book really blends absurdity with fireworks. The props and stories on the tablecloth are like freshly baked sorghum glutinous rice, sticky, sweet and with an earthy smell. Those details that were eaten away by the hungry years, mixed with Mo Yan's pen, turned into the most vivid folk epic - it turns out that suffering can also ferment into wine, making people so drunk that they can't distinguish between reality and legend.

I prefer food articles, but what about the educated youth in the 1970s? The educated youth went there, and the relaxation of policies was at least after 1978.

It's not easy😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦Eating a big portion is not enough for me to eat alone But it's 3 chapters gone