Cheng Yuan, an urban prodigal, fell into a rapid river due to an accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in 1983 in Qingshigou, a small town on the southwest border.
The dilapidated earthen house, the sallow-looking wife and daughter, the creditors blocking the door and yelling... Everything he had escaped from was drowned like a tide.
In this life, he is no longer the drunken and gambling bastard.
The beasts lurking in the mountains, the rare herbs growing on the cliffs, the undercurrent of opportunities in the early days of reform and opening up...
Cheng Yuan tightened his grip on the old shotgun left behind by his father, his eyes blazing with fire:
"Wife, Xiaodie, I will work hard in this life to let you eat white rice!"
