In the early winter of 1978, the northwest wind blew yellow sand through the adobe house of Xiangyang Brigade. Lin Yan returned to the graveyard of her grandfather who died of illness, and then a green Beijing Jeep stopped at the entrance of the village, pressing against the ruts. My biological father, Lin Weiguo, avoided the chicken manure on the road, while my biological mother, Su Wanqin, covered her nose with a indeedliang handkerchief and complained: "Xuejiao celebrated her eighteenth birthday yesterday. She can't live without people. Isn't it better that she comes to pick you up? There are strict rules in the city. Please give more space to your sister when you get home."
Lin Yangui dusted off the old work clothes, picked up a canvas bag filled with high-precision hand measuring tools and asked, "You want to take me back, do you want to take the steel factory recruitment quota in my hand and give it to Lin Xuejiao?"
Su Wanqin was anxious: "What are you talking about, girl! That finger belongs to the family!"
Lin Yangui ignored the parents and turned towards the bus leading to the county town. Competing for favor? She doesn't get involved. With the skills passed down from her grandfather in hand and a head full of mechanical drawings, she wanted to join the No. 1 Heavy Machinery Factory. While Lin Xuejiao was still complacent about snatching a sunny bedroom, Lin Yangui had already dismantled the scrapped machine tools of the old factory director. From the renovation of old Dongfanghong tractors to the development of cutting-edge military bearings, everyone in the compound was waiting to see a joke, but the head of the general assembly department led a team to stop outside the factory. The chief opened the car door and said: "General Engineer Lin, the country needs this new drawing you drew."
