Rebirth of Rural Literary and Artistic Life

He Ping looked at the two small mud houses and the eldest son he picked up with a confused look on his face. 1979? Was it the year 1979 that ushered in the great era? Fortunately, I had a mobile phone with me. I had nothing to do but write books, raise children, and lead villagers to raise chickens. My life was pretty good. Someone wants to adapt my book? I'm familiar with this, so I'll change it for you. Just tell me, boss, whether you want it to be made into a movie or a TV series, or whether it's a story. Ai! Don't go, boss. This is the story of a middle-aged greasy man who rides the tide of a turbulent era.