The Teacher Lends a Hand, and Monkey-Head Daoist Slips Away

Prepare for war, prepare for famine, serve the people; good people and good horses go to the Third Front!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory he had longed for day and night. He did not want to be laid off again or drift from place to place anymore. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.

PS: This book was also known as Rebirth 1987. It was incredibly exciting and would take you back to the Years of Passionate Burning.

"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! Get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke any bones? We can't move him around. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was startled awake by the overlapping shouts. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make some room." A man around forty breathed a sigh of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

If he was not dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He was a military cadre transferred to the 985 Factory after leaving the army. 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 political science teacher.

Behind Zhong Jianyu stood a young woman in a Floral Plaid Spring and Autumn Shirt. Her surname was Liu, and her name was Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and