Era: I Drive a Tractor to Win the Hearts of the Frontiers

In 1976, in Shantun, a remote village on the border, I was driving a black-smoking tractor to plow the fields, and my throat was filled with smoke. The herbal tea sent by Cuihua's sister-in-law is mixed with cow's foot, and it is more refreshing than Coca-Cola after one sip. Just as she handed the jar back, she whispered: I'll wait for you tonight under the old locust tree at the head of the village.