"You're talking nonsense!" Li Guodong clutched his bloodied wrist. "That money was already used to support your philandering lovers!"

"I'll tear your mouth apart!" Liu Xiuqin bared her teeth and claws and pounced on her again.

The two of them were fighting like dogs in the street, and the neighbors around them pointed and whispered, finding it quite a joke.

Meanwhile, Du Jianshan was sitting on the train with his legs crossed.

The green train carriage rattled and clattered, and the telephone poles outside the window seemed to rush past one after another.

He squinted and looked around. The educated youth were either crying or asleep, and no one paid attention to him. Only then did he sink his consciousness into the space.

Wow!

Besides the pile that was sold, the junk I collected last night has piled up into a small mountain!

The camphor wood chest was cracked in two, the woolen overcoat was crumpled and crumpled, the chest of drawers was missing a leg, and even Li Fuqiang's few tattered underpants were piled up in the corner.

"Needs to tidy things up..."

With a thought, Du Jianshan's space began to rapidly rearrange itself.

The broken furniture was all dismantled into wooden planks, the woolen overcoat was turned into work clothes, and even Li Fuqiang's floral underwear was torn into strips.

We can keep them as tinder later!

He cleared out some space and took out the seeds he had exchanged at the black market in the county town.

Wheat seeds, rice seeds, cabbage and radish seeds, and even a packet of tomato seeds were all sown into the black soil.

"Grow! Grow as much as you can!"

As soon as the words were spoken, tender buds sprouted out with a "whoosh," quickly growing taller and taller, while the heavy ears of wheat drooped downwards, and the cabbage stalks pushed outwards with a thud.

Du Jianshan rubbed his hands together with glee: "This is even more incredible than the production team's yield of 10,000 catties per mu!"

When we go to the countryside, we won't have to worry about food.

I wonder what the scenery is like in southern Xinjiang.

Consciousness exited the space, and the train was whistling.

The scenery outside the window suddenly changed; yellow sand mixed with Gobi Desert rushed towards us, and in the distance, the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains floated on the sea of ​​sand like white sugar cakes.

"Comrade, have we arrived in southern Xinjiang?" Du Jianshan nudged the educated youth who was dozing next to him.

The man jumped, pressing his face against the glass window: "Oh my god! This is like Mars!"

All the educated youth in the carriage woke up and peered out the windows.

"It's all sand! Where are the trees?"

"Look! Isn't that a camel?"

"Oh no, is this even a place where people can live?"

Du Jianshan remained silent, squinting at a few small black dots on the distant sand dunes.

It was a Uyghur villager wearing a white hat, his donkey cart swaying slowly, the sound of its bells audible even through the glass.

The train hissed as it slowed down, puffing out white steam. A lone mud-brick house stood on the Gobi Desert, the slogan on the wall, "Huozhou Reclamation and Construction Corps," faded from the sun.

"Clang!"

The train carriage jolted violently and came to a stop.

As soon as the car door opened, a wave of heat mixed with sand rushed in, making everyone in the car cough.

Several tanned soldiers from the Production and Construction Corps were beating drums and gongs on the platform.

"Welcome, fellow educated youth!"

"Settle down in the border regions! Build the motherland!"

Du Jianshan jumped off the car carrying his bundle, his rubber shoes almost melting from the heat.

Good heavens! You could fry an egg on the ground!

He squinted and looked around.

Sand dunes stretched out one after another, and in the distance, the poplar forests stood upright like matchsticks. The mud-brick houses were bleached white by the sun, and the only color was the red flag at the entrance of the Production and Construction Corps, which fluttered in the wind.

"We've arrived!"

Du Jianshan slung the bundle over his shoulder and grinned.

As soon as the car door opened, a man in a military green uniform and a red-starred cap stood outside. His skin was tanned dark, but his eyes were very bright, and his voice was extremely loud.

"Comrades! Welcome to the Huozhou Reclamation and Construction Corps! I am Chen Jianshan, the company commander of the Third Company of the Kanerjingou Company!"

Several military green Liberation trucks were parked behind him, their cargo beds lined with hay, clearly designed for transporting people.

"Don't just stand there, get in the car!" Chen Jianshan waved his hand. "Our company is still more than 20 miles away from here. Let's hurry and get there before dark!"

The educated youth scrambled onto the truck. Du Jianshan, carrying his bundle, nimbly climbed onto the truck bed and found a seat on the side.

As soon as the vehicle started moving, hot air carrying sand slammed against their faces. Several female educated youths quickly covered their faces with headscarves, while the male educated youths hunched their necks and coughed.

"Why is the sandstorm so strong in this godforsaken place?"

"Oh no, oh no, my face is going to peel off a layer of skin when I get back..."

Du Jianshan remained silent, squinting as he gazed into the distance.

The Gobi Desert stretches as far as the eye can see, with only a few poplar trees standing crookedly. In the distance, you can see Uyghur villagers slowly driving donkey carts, their bells jingling.

After driving for about half an hour, the car suddenly made a "creak" sound, jolted violently, and stalled.