Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen said, "There's only one bus going in that direction, so it looks crowded now, but everyone will go their own way. Once we get to Sankesong, there won't be many people left."

Wang Jianguo nodded, then suddenly felt something touch his foot, which startled him.

Looking down, I was surprised to see someone had spread newspapers under the seat, crawled inside, and lay down.

"This……"

Jiang Sen laughed, "It's not surprising. It takes a day and a night to get to Sankesong. There are seats under the seats where you can lie down and sleep. It's not crowded. If you're late, you won't get a seat."

Zhang Zhiqiang also looked down curiously, then looked up and peered into the carriage for a while.

"It seems that none of the educated youth who came with us have come up."

Jiang Sen also peeked out and said, "They're probably in another carriage!"

For the next day and night, no one bothered them. At 10 p.m. on the second night, they arrived at Sankesong Station.

After getting off the train and leaving the station, they saw the other educated youths who had come with them emerging in twos and threes.

Outside the station, a middle-aged man with a thick beard, dressed in an old military uniform, was holding up a wooden sign.

The words "educated youth" are written on it with a brush.

Jiang Sen quickly pulled Zhang Zhiqiang and Wang Jianguo over.

People from Northeast China are generally tall; even Jiang Sen, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, is half a head shorter than the other person.

"Hello comrade, we are educated youth from Kyoto. This is our letter of introduction!" Jiang Sen took out the letter of introduction from his pocket and handed it over.

Zhang Zhiqiang and Wang Jianguo quickly found it and handed it over.

The big man's name is Li Chaoyang. In his previous life, he was the one who came to pick up the educated youth.

He was originally a regimental commander in the Production and Construction Corps, but later retired and led his men to the Great Northern Wilderness.

At first, everyone called him the regimental commander, but as the farm was built and grew larger, people started calling him the farm manager.

"You guys stand over there and wait a bit, we'll talk after everyone's here!" Li Chaoyang's voice was loud and clear, and a shout from him could carry far in the mountains.

Director Li is a cold-faced but warm-hearted and very upright person.

When Jiang Sen was reported and officials came to investigate, he always stood by Jiang Sen and spoke up for him.

"I know this educated youth. He never caused trouble and even saved his food rations every month to send home. I would believe anyone else, but him? Impossible!"

Jiang Sen was excited to see familiar faces, but he couldn't show it. He could only stand beside Zhang Zhiqiang and Wang Jianguo with his luggage and wait.

Soon, the number of educated youth increased significantly.

But Jiang Sen looked at the crowd and realized there were more than forty people; it was almost a hundred. There must be other educated youth from other places who also arrived today.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Li Chaoyang called out loudly, "Those whose names I call, line up in a row! Don't run around, what kind of order is this? You, I'm talking to you! What are you wandering around for? Stand still!"

Seeing that no one was speaking, Li Chaoyang took out a folded piece of paper from his body, unfolded it, glanced at it, and began to announce his name.

Those who heard the name automatically lined up.

After calling out the names of twenty people, Li Chaoyang told them to form another line.

Later, Jiang Sen heard his name called; he was already in the eighth row.

The situation was no different from that in my previous life; it seemed to be the same every time I received the educated youth.

Zhang Zhiqiang, who was in the sixth row, kept looking anxiously toward Jiang Sen.

Although Wang Jianguo remained calm, his anxiety was evident in his eyes. Seeing that Jiang Sen and Zhang Zhiqiang's names had been called but his name hadn't been called yet, he kept craning his neck to look at the list in Li Chaoyang's hand.

"Wang Jianguo!"

Finally, when he heard his name called, Wang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, he was also in the eighth row, and although he was the last one, he was still with Jiang Sen.

Jiang Sen was also pleasantly surprised and turned to Wang Jianguo with a grin.

Wang Jianguo also smiled.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked away in disappointment, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"Alright, everyone's here. Keep formation and follow me!"

Ten teams followed behind Li Chaoyang, walking along the road, forming a rather impressive sight.

Although it was midsummer in August, the temperature in Northeast China at night was not high. Even after walking more than two miles, I didn't sweat much.

However, the educated youth who came with Jiang Sen did not look well; their faces were filled with exhaustion, disappointment, and frustration.

Jiang Sen was right; they had completely lost the passion they had felt on the train.

Wang Jianguo followed closely behind Jiang Sen. Like Jiang Sen, he carried a roll of luggage on his back, a crossbody bag, and a large bag in his hand.

Not only him, but everyone else was basically the same.

They are all children around ten years old. Some of them are underdeveloped and physically weak, so they can easily fall behind.

With some people helping and others too busy to help themselves, the line stretched out very long after it had only gone a short distance.

Jiang Sen said to Wang Jianguo, "There's a freight yard up ahead; the trucks are all parked there."

Wang Jianguo asked, "Truck? You mean we have to take a truck? I thought we could just walk there once we got there!"

Jiang Sen chuckled. "That idiot surnamed Feng wasn't wrong. Once we get here, we still have to take a truck for about ten hours to reach Hongqi Farm before we'll be assigned to a company below."

Wang Jianguo asked in surprise, "How did you know? You were here?"

Jiang Sen was silent for a moment, then said, "I heard it from the neighbors."

He almost sold himself out, so he had to resort to Feng Chao's excuse.

Wang Jianguo nodded, "That's true, just hearing about it is already quite disheartening."

Two li is a distance of one kilometer or one kilometer.

If it were at school, walking around the playground two and a half times wouldn't feel like anything special.

But now, everyone's legs feel like they're filled with lead.

Especially those female educated youth from Kyoto who had never traveled far from home or experienced hardship.

The train journey takes three or four days, with one transfer in between, which is exhausting for many people, let alone carrying large bags and bundles on foot.

Finally, we saw the gate to the freight yard ahead.

The arched concrete gate and the open iron gate, with two bright lights above them, made the surroundings seem even darker.

"Alright, we're here!" Li Chaoyang turned around. "Wait here!"

After saying that, he turned and went into the freight yard.

More than a hundred educated youth were left waiting in vain.

Some people started complaining, "What's going on? Are they just leaving us here unattended?"

What are we going to do?

"Haven't you arrived yet?"

Many more people were too tired to speak, so they put down their luggage and plopped down on the seats.

Jiang Sen also put down his luggage. Zhang Zhiqiang sat on the luggage roll, but still felt tired, so he simply slid down to the ground and leaned against the luggage.

Jiang Sen didn't sit down, but turned around and looked around.

He saw Feng Chao and several female educated youths sitting on their luggage, talking animatedly, with laughter occasionally breaking the silence.

He raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "This guy really is full of energy."

Jiang Sen was quite satisfied that he wasn't on the same team as him this time, which meant one less eyesore.

Looking around, I met Zhang Zhiqiang's gaze as he peered in this direction.

Zhang Zhiqiang grinned and waved to him.

Jiang Sen thought this person looked quite honest and simple, and wondered if he should call him over to his side.

But then I thought about it again and remembered what the old prisoner in jail had said.

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. Never be fooled by a person's appearance. They may seem reliable, but they might stab you in the back for something as trivial as a thread."

Jiang Sen had already learned this lesson the hard way, because of a new prisoner.

I don't know this person's name, I only remember that his number was 983.

Because the company had accounting problems, they pushed him, the salesperson, to take the blame.

As soon as he entered, he was given a severe beating by the prison bully.

In the cell, I slept on a bunk near the window and the toilet.

Without heating, in winter, the cold wind blowing in through the window cracks not only makes it easy to catch a cold, but you also have to endure the stench of the toilet.

He was even pulled off his bed in the middle of the night to "relax" for the prison bully.

He dared not resist at all, so fearful that he would tremble whenever anyone spoke to him.

Jiang Sen's soft heart was revealed when he saw him secretly crying in a corner during a time when he was out for a walk.