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Xiaogengzhuang is named after Xiaogeng River. Xiao Geng River does not seem to be a real river, it is just a narrow and shallow water flow. To use the disrespectful saying of Gengzhuang people, it is like a child peeing. But no matter what, it is a stream of living water flowing from west to east all year round, so it still has to be called a river. There is naturally a bridge over the river, but it is just two trees lying side by side, with wheat straw and yellow mud filling the middle. This bridge connects the two villages in the south and north. The one in the south is called Nangengzhuang and the one in the north is called Beigengzhuang. On the county map, the two villages are black dots, which are called Gengzhuang. On weekdays, Gengzhuang people often omit the word "Geng" when talking about themselves, and only refer to Nanzhuang and Beizhuang. When they are far away from home, they say "Gengzhuang". Geng Dalong and Geng Xingliang were both from Nanzhuang, and sisters Ku Ni and Tian Ni, who later had many emotional entanglements with them, were from Beizhuang.

This book is a collection of short and medium-sized novels, a drama and two movie scripts created by the author over the years. It is divided into three parts. Each part is composed of more than a dozen stories. It has various themes such as war, workers, and common people. It may be long or short, tragedy or drama. It is based on ordinary working people or war scenes. The characters are vivid, the story is vivid and twists, and it is highly readable. It reflects the real and vivid psychology and living conditions of the people under the background of the times.

At that time, Tang Town was still a very small town. I joined the second team of Tanghe Brigade of Tanghe Commune there. My landlord is an honest old farmer who speaks very little and seems to be just a shadow wrapped in a set of coarse clothes. The landlord's wife had died of illness long ago, leaving the man with a son and a daughter. The landlord's son didn't leave much of an impression on me. He seemed to be a lifelike replica of the landlord. Not only did he look the same, he even had the same personality. The only difference seemed to be age. The landlord's daughter is different. She is not only beautiful but also has a cheerful personality. She is like a stream that disappears and appears in the mountains, flowing naturally and tinkling in front of you, making you feel fresh, relaxed and happy all the time. Her name is Han'er.

Lao Mi is not old. It was a cruel war era, with winds and rains, poor food, and poor sleep. A young man in his twenties, at first glance, looked like he was thirty or even forty years old. But Lao Mi is not. Lao Mi always looks a few years younger than his actual age. Old rice looks white. It's the kind of white that won't tan no matter how much you tan. Coupled with his tall and straight figure, a face with clear outlines but not too much contrast, and a pair of big eyes with a hint of melancholy on his face, no matter where he went, Lao Mi was the focus of attention and the center of conversation of all the girls and wives. Lao Mi is not old at all, but everyone calls him Lao Mi because Lao Mi has senior revolutionary qualifications.

Kang Jianguo stopped. The old man opened his eyes, looked at the newspaper in Kang Jianguo's hand, and slowly stretched out his palm. Kang Jianguo quickly put the piece of newspaper into his hand. The old man brought the newspaper to his nose and looked at Niu Jinhe's photo for a long time. After a while, the old man closed his eyes. Kang Jianguo saw tears quietly rolling down from the corners of the old man's eyes.