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When Liu Yuan woke up again, he was still in a confused state. He suddenly found himself lying on a cold cement desk. Tears kept flowing from his eyes. He really couldn't stop them. He was crying morbidly.

Liu Yuan looked at the dilapidated classroom with a confused look on his face. The old blackboard was obviously smeared with ink.

"Oh, oh, hungry."

"Oh, oh, hungry."

"Hey, I, Yu."

"Hey, I, Yu."

Through his tearful eyes, Liu Yuan seemed to hear the teacher weakly reading aloud with a strong northeastern accent. The children around him followed suit with the same weak northeastern accent. Liu Yuan felt his face burning, his head a little dizzy, and he felt very hungry...

At this moment, the teacher paused and called out weakly, "Zhou Bingkun, come and read it alone!"

Liu Yuan remained dumbfounded and did not respond. At this time, the little boy next to him poked Liu Yuan's waist with his finger and said, "Bingkun, the teacher asked you to read!"

Liu Yuan stood up with difficulty. Just after he let out an "ah", he felt a black screen in front of his eyes. With a "thump", he slid to the ground along the desk and fainted again.

The teacher, with a pale face, was so scared that he hurried over and wanted to pick up Zhou Bingkun, but he didn't have the strength. He could only take a schoolbag and put it under Zhou Bingkun's little head. He used his own teacup with the word "Model Worker Award" on it to moisten the little guy's lips with warm water. The little guy subconsciously cooperated and swallowed it, but his brows were frowned and he coughed a few times.

The teacher, looking pale, immediately rushed to report to the school's Academic Affairs Office. The Academic Affairs Office quickly called Zhou Bingkun's father's unit and organized several teachers to send the young Zhou Bingkun to a nearby hospital.

Zhou Zhigang, a construction worker in his forties, was working listlessly at the construction site. Upon learning that his youngest son Zhou Bingkun had fainted at school and had been sent to the People's Hospital for emergency treatment, he immediately borrowed a bicycle from his unit and rushed to the People's Hospital.

After examination and diagnosis, the doctors unanimously agreed that the reason why 8-year-old Zhou Bingkun fainted was long-term malnutrition, coupled with fever and hypoglycemia caused by hunger and cold. They prescribed medicine and after infusing two bottles of glucose nutrient solution, the little guy gradually returned to normal.

It was the second half of 1960. People in this era were very poor, their material life was very simple, and their lives were also very plain, just like the folk song goes: "A four-pocket Zhongshan suit, millet and sorghum are delicious, there are several families in one village, and visiting relatives and friends has to be measured by steps."

At that time, there was no national policy of family planning. Every household had several children, and some even had more than ten children. People living in the planned economy of Chairman Mao's era were all full of happiness. Although they lived a tight life, they all felt that they were cared for by the country. They were very understanding of the country's difficulties and did not cause trouble for the country!

Moreover, people who have lived through that era all miss the simplicity of people’s hearts at that time, when there were not so many twists and turns. The whole society also advocated “learning from Lei Feng’s good example, serving the people is the most glorious”.

The people at that time, including ordinary people and people of all classes, all had revolutionary passion and ideals in their hearts. They used these idealized mentalities as the highest instructions to guide their lives and directions.