In 1974, when the educated youth returned to the city, my father asked me to take over my job and join the factory! Brother Liang, who picked me up on a bicycle, was afraid that I would fight with my eldest brother over the spot, so I sat in the back seat with an expressionless face. After being reborn, who still cares about the iron rice bowl? In this day and age, I have my own way!
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......... Come on next time
The more I read, the more I read that there was not a word of coward in Chapter 3, and I became more and more annoyed. I didn't even give it a golden finger. , And as a city dweller, I still want to resell agricultural products because I think I can't die fast enough. The local farmers, if they sell a little bit, they won't care much about it, but if they are dedicated to this...
......... Come on next time
The more I read, the more I read that there was not a word of coward in Chapter 3, and I became more and more annoyed. I didn't even give it a golden finger. , And as a city dweller, I still want to resell agricultural products because I think I can't die fast enough. The local farmers, if they sell a little bit, they won't care much about it, but if they are dedicated to this...
Untrue, they were resold in 1974
Too bland.
Down-to-earth, good story, well written