From 1990 to 2020, the Yellow River beach in southwestern Shandong has experienced three decades of wind and rain.
He was born in the northernmost part of Yuncheng County and grew up in Beisiji, the junction of two provinces, two cities and two counties.
This is a land where no one cares, a quagmire where the poor live, and a battlefield where people fight for their lives.
There is only useless sand in the Yellow River. The only thing that can build a house and make a living is the yellow sand mined from Dongping Lake and transported through Liangshan County.
Trucks of yellow sand are roads for money, roads for survival, and roads for blood.
From a poor boy who couldn't stand upright in paying public food to a tough guy who dared to compete with local snakes;
From guarding intersections and convoys, to fighting for sand sources, seizing passages, and integrating a sand road;
In a troubled world where pickpockets are rampant, city bullies are in power, and fights are constant, he sticks to the bottom line and fights his way out.
Crack down, reshuffle, annex, transform, ban mining, relocate...
Back then, all the people who were involved in the world were dead, disabled, and imprisoned. Only he crawled out of the yellow sand, exchanged his knife for a contract, and turned the world into a career.
From adobe houses on the Yellow River beach to a stable life in the changing times;
From the age of nineteen, I swallowed my anger, to the age of fifty-six, I looked down on the situation.
This is a counterattack by a low-level farmer.
A piece of the most authentic past events in southwestern Shandong Province,
A legend of the Yellow River Beach spanning thirty years.
Yellow sand paved the road, warm blood formed the bones,
He spent half his life walking out of a life that ordinary people would not dare to take.
