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There are many phenomena in nature and human society that are often unpredictable. Harsh winters may occasionally have warm spring-like days; chaotic times may occasionally present a moment of peace and harmony. 1972 Was such an extremely special year. When the great turmoil of the Cultural Revolution was far from over, Comrade Xiaoping came back for the second time and carried out a comprehensive rectification of various industries in our country with his unique style of cutting through the mess with a sharp knife. In a short period of time, the extraordinary charm of great men was shown. In a short period of time, our country got rid of extreme chaos and achieved initial stability. His heroic spirit of "cleaning up the old mountains and rivers and facing the sky" was fully reflected during that period! However, the good times did not last long.

In that absurd era, farmers' private plots of land, small plots of land, and sloping land were all treated as the tail of capitalism and cut off, and household sideline businesses such as raising pigs, sheep, and chickens were also treated as the tail of capitalism and restricted. The restricted breeding indicators are roughly as follows: three farmers are allowed to raise one pig, and one farmer is only allowed to raise two sheep and three chickens. If you exceed the limit, they will criticize you, fight you, tie you up, beat you, and even drag you around the streets. This restriction really screws up farmers. People with conscience, please think about it, if you only rely on this kind of breeding and the pitiful grains distributed from the team (a person can get two to three hundred kilograms of coarse grains in a good year, but only ten or twenty kilograms in a bad year), how will the farmers maintain their lives?

In October 1966, the northwest wind blew hard. The strong wind blew the broken branches and leaves in the fields flying all over the sky, and the earth had frozen into an extremely hard iron shell. People going out put on white stubble fur coats in advance, and wealthy people already had stoves in their houses for heating. The old farmers wiped away the runny nose and shook it on the ground: "How can we call autumn here? It's clearly the harsh winter." At dusk, the commune members returned from work. As soon as she entered the house and put down the spade, my mother habitually tore off a pile of firewood from the pile, hurriedly carried it into the house and threw it on the stove fire.