In the wasteland of the Heilongjiang Production and Construction Corps, the young people supporting the border put down their bags and picked up their hoes. They cultivated and garrisoned the border while defending the border.
They took root in this black land, planted in spring and harvested in autumn, and practiced Sanjiu in winter. In the company barracks, collective households and field ridges, they lived their lives in the most authentic corps years. There are no golden fingers, no counterattack routines, only work points, fields, oil lamps and comrades, and the daily life of a group of people guarding the frontier with their youth.
This is an authentic novel about life on the border of the Corps, restoring the true years of the educated youth in Beidahuang. Readers who prefer cheating and humorous stories and counter-attack and slap-in-the-face routines can just read it; friends who love true historical stories and want to understand the life of young people on the border of the Corps are welcome to read it carefully.
Reader comments
Full of life and very down-to-earth! There's something to behold.
Full of life and very down-to-earth! There's something to behold.