The Yellow River Is Angry and the Bones Are Hard

>In 1938, Chiang Kai-shek dug open the Yellow River, and Lao Turtle Pit instantly became a water prison. >Dad Shuan Zhu drowned in the muddy water to save his fellow villagers. Before he died, he only shouted one word: "hit!" >Shuan Zhu fled from famine with his mother on his back and saw the Japanese pouring half a bag of wheat seeds into the fire. >"What are you doing? That's what keeps me alive!" I rushed forward and was stabbed through by a bayonet. >Shuan Zhu clutched the pipe pot left by his father and carved the word "" on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. >He pulled together a team to protect the village: the blacksmith who accepted death, the gossiping widow, and the timid salesman. >This group of mud-legged people smashed the heads of Japanese soldiers with hoes, and used spinning wheels to wrap up the tongues of traitors. >The most violent one was Uncle Wang. In order to protect the young people, he rushed towards the Japanese with a hammer. >The Central Plains is fertile with blood, but wheat seedlings emerge from the scorched earth—greener than in previous years.