It is April 1972. This is Yangshutun, a remote village in Heilongjiang Province in Northeast China. Four years ago, my parents died protecting the production team's cattle.,yuan not only was greedy and lazy, he also wasn't clean. He wouldn't even touch anything big. All he did was steal a few scallions from one neighbor, a few cloves of garlic from another, and some vegetables from other people's gardens.,Another bolt of lightning split the sky. By its light, I seemed to see something on my wrist. I touched it. It was the souvenir I bought when I went to Mount Wutai!。