Agricultural Reclamation Stains Bloody Ridges and Ditches

In the suburbs of Harbin, snow buried ridges and ditches. Grandma Wang threw the chicken that died of illness into the stove, Jin Zhi gave birth to a dead baby in the haystack, and Erli and Half lamely chased the lost sheep. Yueniang squatted by the river and scrubbed the blood-stained bandage. When the ice fell to the ground, she heard the cry of a baby from the new grave - it was the man next door who buried the body alive and then dug it out. On the haystack in the stable, Zhao San took a nap while clutching the land deed. In his dream, he was competing with the calf for a handful of black beans. In spring, when the frozen soil cracks, someone inserts an iron plow into the roots of an old locust tree and murmurs: "Whoever planted the seeds will know whether crops will grow in the coming year."