A codesmith who came out of the plains of eastern Henan.
When I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about 1960, the three years of famine, how he dug wild vegetables, gnawed tree bark, and how he slept next to a grave all night just to get a good spot to dig a well.
Grandpa said that that spring, seventeen people starved to death in the village.
Later I checked the county records and it was true.
So I wanted to write this story - about a person who was reborn and went back to see if he could change something.
I don't know how to write cool articles, I can only write about those people who are digging in the loess and those years that should not be forgotten.
