Return to the World of Fireworks in the 1980S

In the winter of 1983, Chen Guo woke up from a long dream. In the dream, he lived to the age of forty-seven and died under the scaffolding on a foreign construction site. The last thing I saw before I died was the direction of my hometown, Daqing Mountain. When he woke up, he was lying in a drafty adobe house, with a girl crying in tears squatting next to him - Lin Xiaoman, the sister of the deceased mother-in-law. "Brother-in-law... I have nowhere to go." This time, Chen Guo didn't push the person away. From then on, there was a desperate hunter at the foot of Daqing Mountain. He dares to enter the deep mountains and old forests that others dare not enter; he keeps the "troublesome people" that others dare not stay. Hunting in the mountains, collecting herbs and farming, Chen Guo relied on the skills passed down from her ancestors to support her life bit by bit. But what holds up is not just the days—— On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, I bumped into the female director of the mountain temple who was hiding from debts; on the twenty-ninth of the new year, I picked up a pretty widow who was about to freeze to death from her snowy nest; at the beginning of spring, when I was digging the ground, I was blocked on the ground by the only female barefoot doctor in the village, and asked with a blushing face if he wanted to recruit a son-in-law. The days are getting busier and busier, and troubles are coming one after another. Until one day, three women blocked the door of his house at the same time, stroking their stomachs, and no one wanted to speak first. Chen Guo stood in the yard, looking at the Daqing Mountain in the distance, and took a deep breath of dry tobacco. How come this world of fireworks has ended up like this?