The Great Wilderness of Guandian: A Century of Jingchu Migration

Lin Huaian gently rubbed a cold stone by the fire pit with his fingertips and spoke slowly. "Escape is a bad idea. Defending is a dead end."

The regiment's defense troops were arrayed outside the courtyard. The gun barrels were filled with darkness and were aimed at dozens of mountainous households in the middle of the mountain. The leader stood at the front on horseback, with a sinister expression on his face. He could decide the life or death of the whole mountain with just one word of "fornication and rebellion."

All retail investors admired and respected him from the bottom of their hearts. No one recommended him, no one gathered momentum, and before he knew it, the founder of the family who fled thousands of miles into the mountains became the backbone of the retail households in the entire mountain. The bamboo whistle has become a life-saving signal in the mountains in troubled times. Three short whistles sound, and strangers enter the mountain; long whistles sound continuously, and bandits

The first three years before Lin Huaian took root in the official store were rare and peaceful years in the mountains. The weather will be smooth, the neighbors will be harmonious, the land reclamation will be successful, and the family will have enough food. The wooden house was replaced with adobe walls, dry firewood, grain and grass were piled in the yard, children were gathered around the knees, and fireworks continued day and night.

He talks less, lives more, has a hard life, and is stable.

The mountain in Guandian does not accept squeamish people, but only keeps those who endure hardship.

In troubled times and famine years, the government has no time to take care of itself, soldiers and bandits are crossing the border, and heavy taxes are imposed on them. Ordinary people are helpless. For those who cannot survive, the only way to survive is to escape. Lin Huaian was carrying a thin bedding roll on his back and a bamboo basket on his shoulder. In the basket sat his young siblings, holding his frail wife in his hand. Behind him were more than ten desperate families in the same village. All the way to the west, all the way to the west.