"Prepare for war and famine for the people; good people and good horses go to the Third Front!"
Han Aimin had returned to the 985 Factory he had dreamed of day and night. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to drift from place to place again. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.
"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, begin! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."
"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"
"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"
"Stop shouting. Hurry and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"
"Who knows whether he broke a bone? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"
Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each looking more nervous than the last. Then a burning pain shot through his elbows and knees.
"Aimin's awake. Make room." A man around forty breathed a sigh of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"
If this was not a dream, then the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He had transferred from the military to the 985 Factory. Since he did not understand technical work and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as a politics teacher.
Behind Zhong Jianyu stood a young woman in a Floral Plaid Spring and Autumn Shirt. Her surname was Liu—Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory Descendant and third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. After graduating high school and failing to get into university, she had been assigned by the factory