The Herdsman: Starting by Snatching Li Xiuzhi

When Zhou Xiangbei woke up, dirt was falling from the ceiling.

The northwest wind came in through a hole in the window paper, reducing the oil lamp's flame to a tiny yellow bean. Half a sack of moldy oats sat in the corner, ice coated the stove, and horses neighed outside the door in one burst after another.

He stared at the old calendar on the wall for a long time.

The seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, 1962.

The Qilian Mountain Pasture, Seventh Production Team.

Zhou Xiangbei suddenly threw off his quilt, not even stopping to put on his shoes.

If he remembered correctly, in three days Guo Pianshi would bring a Sichuan girl back from the station.

Her name was Li Xiuzhi.

And right now, she should already be aboard the slow train heading northwest.