Suffering from a terminal illness, his family was ruined, and three members of his family passed away with regret.
Opening their eyes again, everyone traveled to the mountains of the southwest where famine was widespread in 1962.
There is a lack of food and clothing, and the cold snow bites into the bones. There is no food left in the shallow mountains. Fortunately, the images of pastoral life I had seen in my previous life came in handy. I identified wild food, dug mountain products, weaved coarse cloth, raised silkworms, monkeys and wolves, and lived in seclusion in the mountains.
Traveling into the mountains to exchange money and food, and cleverly dealing with greedy relatives.
No cheats, no counterattacks to get rich, I just want to have three meals of food and clothing, and stay with my family in the difficult years.
The wind and snow are long, hand in hand, in the wilderness of the barren years, earn a lifetime of reunion.
