###In the 1960s, I relied on going to the mountains to support my family.
At the Heihe Gate in the 1960s, the wind was as hard as a knife, and it hurt my face.
Zhu Shangcai leaned his bicycle against the wall of the lock room and took off the hammer from the handlebar. The hammer head was polished until it was shiny. He brought it back from the coal mine. He was the deputy captain of the underground team at that time. The wolf killed his eldest sister and brother-in-law. He resigned and returned to the Xiaohe Brigade as the director of the Poor Association. The commune assigned him to guard the main water diversion gate.
There are three adobe houses in the gate house, one for people, one for tools, and one for stacking firewood. Cao Fengxiang heated up the kang and handed him a bowl of hot water when he came in.
"Back?"
"Yeah." Zhu Shangcai took the bowl and took a sip, "The wolf is coming again."
Cao Fengxiang's hand paused. She knew which wolf he was talking about - the one-eyed female wolf, with three cubs, wandered near the gate for half a month, took away two sheep, and bitten the miller's horse's dog.
"Be careful," she said.
"I know."
Zhu Shangcai put the hammer on the edge of the kang, took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened it, and found sixty yuan inside - the wolf skin was sold to Wang Pizi, five yuan a piece, twelve pieces, exactly sixty yuan. He handed the money to Cao Fengxiang.
"Keep it for Shang Jun to use as a wife."
Cao Fengxiang took the money, counted it three times, then took out a small cloth bag from under the kang mat and stuffed sixty yuan into it. There are already eight yuan and three cents in the cloth bag, which she usually saves.
"Sixty-eight and three yuan," she said. "If you save more, it will be enough."
Zhu Shangcai nodded. He sat on the edge of the kang and lit a cigarette. The flame of the cigarette butt flickered on and off in the darkness, illuminating
