Dressed as a poor farmer in Changping in 1964, bound to the sign-in system. Grabbing a handful of dirt to get food stamps, repairing a hoe to get meat stamps, from digging in the ground to earn work points to being a son-in-law who stepped into the door of the courtyard, Qin Jingru lined up to marry me, Xu Damao begged me to teach me how to pick up girls.
