Rebirth of Seventy-Nine: Starting from the Train Waterman

Opening his eyes, Shen Jingzhe returned to Qingshan Railway Station in 1979. At this time, the whistle of the steam locomotive resounded throughout the valley, black smoke was rising from the big chimney, and the green train was full of passengers traveling from north to south. And he became an ordinary water supply worker at the railway water supply station. My daily job is to climb the cold water crane and fill up the water for passing trains. Others thought this work was hard and tiring, but Shen Jingzhe enjoyed it. Who would have thought that this seemingly monotonous railway line would hide countless outlets for the next few decades? I have nothing to do, make some maltose for my daughter Nuannuan, and stew a steaming pot of pig's feet soup for my gentle wife. Facing taking advantage of neighbors and colleagues with different ideas, Shen Jingzhe patted the soot on his body: "I live my own life. No one can disturb my wife and children." [Era + farming + single female protagonist + raising children + slow pace, no transnational chaebols, only the most authentic market fireworks and human sophistication.