Yan Baoshu traveled through time and returned to a remote small city in Northeast China in 1970.
A hot kang in the ice and snow, a dog-skin hat and two cotton-padded jackets, a cigarette bag, a dustpan and a sauerkraut jar... Yan Baoshu looked at the scene in front of him with a very complicated mood. In an era when supplies are in short supply and everyone has to use tickets, the hardship of life, the restrictions of the environment, and the ambiguity of "emotions" make Yan Baoshu want to cry but have no tears. How should he survive?
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