Siheyuan: in the Early Days, I Relied on Hard Work to Counterattack

In the cold winter of 1955, I became an eighteen-year-old orphan in a courtyard. My sister's name was Zhang Pingping, who was even more powerful than Jia Zhang. The tattered quilt was as hard as iron sheet, and the northwest wind poured in through the cracks in the window. Zhang Ping'an shrank his neck - his life began with standing firm in this alley.