On December 22, 1968, Mao Zedong issued an order: intellectual youths should go to the countryside to be re-educated by the poor peasants.
This was a life-saving shot in the arm for the authorities at all levels, who were struggling with the problem of how to get the young Red Guards, who had been fighting for society for the previous two years, back into school. So the “Go to the mountains and go to the countryside” movement quickly took off across the country.
The city of Wuhan, located in the Jianghan Plain, has always played its cards unconventionally. In other cities, it’s usually “two down, one to stay” or “three down, one to stay” and “one child to stay or not to be decentralized”, but Wuhan doesn’t do these policies. But all 66, 67, 68 high school graduates, no matter how many siblings or only children you have, they are all non-negotiable.
(I)
I just graduated from the teacher training class a year ago and was assigned to Wuhan 13 High School, I am a 65th high school graduate. When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, it was just in time for the Bureau of Education to launch a pilot program for the five-year consistent system in the elementary school where I studied. So my classmates and I graduated from elementary school a year early, and many years later I passed away from “going to the countryside”. A small fork in the road of life can lead to a very different encounter!
However, one of my sisters and two brothers were not so lucky. They belonged to the “Old Three”, who were sent to Honghu County, Zhongxiang County, and Sui County in Hubei Province, all of them stayed in the countryside for about 5 years (rare in Wuhan), and all of them were left alone at the end. Their road back to the city was full of hardships and frustrations. I won’t go into the details yet.
The 69th class of students I taught was graduating, and their destination was Suixian. My colleague Mr. Pang and I had two classes assigned to the Shazi Commune in Tang Town, Suixian County, while the others were assigned to the Daqiao Commune and the Lu Cheng Commune. The students who were assigned to Shazi Commune cried and screamed, as “Sha” seemed like a barren desert in their minds. But “Daqiao” and “Lucheng” seemed to be more on the spectrum of the city.
By the way, it was already in the afternoon when my colleagues and I sent the students to Tang Town. The staff from each commune who had come to pick up the students were already waiting here, and after a while the staff from each commune left with the students. It was the first time that Mr. Pang and I were leading a team to deliver the students, and we thought that we were responsible for the students to the end. So we went to the Shazi Commune along with the large group of people. Several of the other teachers from Daqiao and Lu Cheng had experience in this kind of “business”, and they let the commune staff take the students away and then went to a restaurant in town to have dinner on their own.
As it turned out, the two of us encountered a series of problems: most of the production teams in Shazi Commune were apparently not ideologically and materially prepared for “intellectual youth to take root in the countryside.
Some of the students were housed in airy warehouses, some in a small room behind the kitchen of a peasant’s house, and some had no place to stay at all but temporarily scattered in peasant homes. On the one hand, we pacified the students, and on the other, we negotiated with the production teams. Before one team was able to solve the problem, another one came along.
The person in charge of the “Zhiqing Office” of the commune managed to find a better prepared model team to take us and the students to that village. The houses in the Zhiqing site were also converted warehouses, but it was clear that they had been well thought out. The courtyard was clean, the kitchen was fully equipped with pots and pans, and the tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the hall. When I went into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but laugh and cry. The house had a large bed by the window that could sleep nearly ten people, with a two-foot-high partition wall in the middle. The production captain pointed to the floor and said, “Boys and girls sleep on one side of the bed, so they can take care of each other.” Teacher Pang said very seriously, “How can this be? They’re sixteen and seventeen year old boys and girls, not kindergarteners!”
Teacher Pang and I dragged our feet until 9:00 p.m. when we returned to the town guest house with a pile of unresolved problems. Curiously, I asked them, “Why didn’t you send your students down there? Don’t you have a problem with the production teams your students go to?” One of the teachers, Mr. Li, said, “Who says there isn’t a problem, maybe it’s even bigger than your ‘sand’ problem. He looked at the bewildered group and continued, “In the big picture, today is the first day of rural life for these students; a new turning point in their lives, where family, parents, school, and teachers are all yesterday’s memories.
On the small side, according to our previous experiences, the students’ first day in the production team must have had its share of unsatisfactory problems to solve. So, in any case, it was not appropriate for us to go with them today, because if we did, the conflicts between the students and the production team would only be concentrated on us. You won’t be able to solve it even if you don’t sleep tonight.” I asked hastily, “Then,” I said. I hurriedly asked, “Then what should we do?” “And tomorrow and the next day! After this evening’s precipitation, both the students and the production team have subconsciously realized that both sides are already a community of destiny, and under this premise, if we go down tomorrow, the problem will be much easier to solve.”
(II)
Qinsunmei was a 68th graduate of Wuhan High School 20 and was sent to the Zhu City Commune in Honghu County in January 1969. This is the “Land of Fish and Rice” in the Jianghan Plain. After several years of labor, she planted rice seedlings, cut grain, picked up manure, hoeing, and some basic farming tasks, which she was not very proficient in, but she was able to do in a decent manner. At the end of the year, she received a dividend, which was more than a dozen dollars, excluding rations.
In the summer of 1971, factories and enterprises from Wuhan City came to Honghu County to recruit workers. The warm breeze of home stirred the hearts of young people, especially at a time when there were huge differences between urban and rural areas, between workers and peasants. Who says that “father-hunting” is only a unique product of the current era? Nowadays, if we are talking about the power and money of fathers, then in the 1950s and 1970s, we are talking about the “class composition” of fathers. Under the class discrimination of “dragons are born to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and rats to rats”, Qunxunmei’s wish of recruiting workers was dashed time and again, and she sent away one student after another to be transferred back to the city. She was the only Zhiqing left in the whole production brigade. She was confused, bewildered, and even disappointed and desperate. The production captain’s words reached her ears: “Shao couldn’t leave because of the high composition of his family.
My father felt deeply guilty and blamed himself for not being able to “draw up” his two sons and one daughter because of his own historical problems. He also realized that the reason for this situation was not his historical problem. The reason was that his historical problem had already been officially concluded in the political movements before the Cultural Revolution: the general historical problem. Ever since Mao Zedong defined the Cultural Revolution as the continuation of the struggle between the two parties, people like my father had a hard time in all units, most importantly because he joined a mass organization in his unit. The most important thing was that he was a member of a mass organization in his unit, and the opposing mass organization was obsessed with the question of his history, and tried by all means to bring down the mass organization in which he was a member. But “when the gates of the city burn down, the fish in the pond suffer. My brothers and sisters, with their father’s issue “hanging in the balance,” lost the opportunity to recruit workers to return to the city time and again.
(III)
While Qingsunmei was feeling desperate for a job transfer, Xuejie, the eldest brother, was sitting on the edge of the bed in a shabby hut of an intellectual youth in a village in Huji Commune, Zhongxiang County, a few hundred miles away. Half a month ago, he accidentally cut his foot with a hoe while working in the fields, and has been resting at home to recuperate, not daring to write to his mother to tell her, because she was already worried enough about her three children not being able to move up in the countryside. His two classmates, Xiao Wan, had been recruited to the Xiangyang Chemical Factory a year earlier, and Xiao Shen had been recruited back to Wuhan as an elementary school teacher a few months earlier.
Jaidi’s talent is no less than that of his older brother and sister; he is honest, simple, and quiet. When he saw his older brother fail to go to college because of his father’s problems, he had already made up his mind to go to a technical school after middle school and become a worker. But now he could not even work as a laborer. One year, he returned to Han for the Spring Festival and saw his classmates who had become workers laughing and talking.
His younger brother, Xuexi, was a different story. He was a graduate of the class of ’69, and was not yet the “legal age” to be a member of the government when he graduated – 16 years old. So he was not sent down with his classmates. He was free from school and flew freely in the anarchic sky like a bird out of its cage, making friends with both gangsters and hoodlums. He was also very smart and could learn all the tricks of the poker game right away. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that. When he was done and tried them on, oh my God! Why are the pants so low? It turns out that Xidi’s jeans are based on the “cowboy” jeans that were popular among his youth at the time. “) was made in the style. Father was so angry that he gave him a good scolding.
One day when my father was napping on a chair at home, Xidi sneaked in and stole some money from my father’s pocket hanging on the coat rack. He then said lovingly, “He’s not a hooligan yet, he’s just behaving like one. But you have to think of a way to send him down with your school to Suixian County quickly. This will cut off his contacts with those fox and dog friends.” Xidi was soon sent by me to the Suixian Bridge Commune with the 13 middle school students. The first thing you need to do is to get your own copy of the book,” he said. This was something that my father and I had not expected at first. However, the harsh life in the countryside and the cruel “law of choice” helped Xidi to mature day by day.
(4)
When she saw other people’s children returning to the city as workers one by one, her mother was cut with a knife. Every month, she sent 15 yuan from her modest expenses to her three children, who each received 5 yuan, to make up for the lack of food. A neighbor comforted her and said, “Mother Shao, you said you had three steelyards in your heart, but you still have your eldest and youngest daughter.
Time was like running water, and any despair and pain would be slowly washed away. The brigade arranged for Qunshunmei to teach in an elementary school, and several girls from Sha City lived in her dormitory. In this way, she taught with Li Honglu and several other returnees during the day and accompanied the Sha City girls at night. It was a very full life.
That day, a student nicknamed “Manager” happily came and said, “Shao, I have done a ‘sick transfer’ and my account will be transferred back to Wuhan immediately. She said, “Shao, I’ve done a ‘sick transfer’, and my account will be transferred back to Wuhan immediately.” She didn’t understand what was going on, and asked, “What’s a ‘sick transfer’?” “The manager” then explained to her, “The province issued a policy not long ago, the general spirit of which is that decentralized students with serious illnesses can return to the city for treatment and have their accounts transferred back to the city.” “What serious illnesses do you have?” “I’ll introduce you to a doctor who can give you a medical certificate, and then bring it back to the main team, commune, district and county to be stamped by the Zhiqing Office, and then the materials will be transferred to the Wuhan Zhiqing Office. ‘Approval. Keep you back in Wuhan for six months.” The “manager” was quick to finish the entire procedure. Such a good thing! Qunxunmei could not believe her own ears. At that time, returning to the city was the highest ideal for intellectual youth.
Several months later, the “manager” brought her to Wuhan Second Hospital to see Dr. Fan, the ophthalmologist. “Director Fan, please give me a medical certificate for this student as well,” the “manager” said earnestly. “The manager said earnestly, and Dr. Fan made a routine examination of Qunxunmei’s eyes and wrote on the certificate: “Myopia 1500 degrees, macular degeneration of the fundus.
During this period of time when Qianxunmei was undergoing “medical transfer”, there was another episode that almost changed her life.
Li Honglu, a colleague of Qiangsunmei at the elementary school, had already been transferred to the Cultural and Educational Group of the county Geological Revolutionary Committee, and he saw her “sick transfer” materials in the county Zhiqing Office. The first time I saw her, I wanted to help her get back to work. This year’s enrollment of “Workers, Peasants and Soldiers Students” in colleges and universities also happened to kick off. The history department of Wuhan University had a target of “well-behaved, well-educated children” in Honghu County, and among the female students in Sha City who lived with Qunxunmei, the uncle of one of them happened to be the head of the county’s Geological Revolution Committee. He often heard his niece bragging that Qingsunmei was not simple, “How not simple?”. He asked, “The brigade I’m decentralizing to originally had more than a dozen students decentralized from Wuhan City, and they’ve all been transferred away, and she’s the only one left. It’s strange that I wouldn’t go crazy if it were me! Look at her, like nothing. Work up a breeze, to her to teach in the brigade elementary school to teach soundly, and come back at night like a big sister care for us.” My niece said.
The answer was casual, but the questioner had a heart. The leader of the Revolutionary Committee recommended Qinsunmei as one of the candidates for the “Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University Students”. When Li Honglu found out about this, he was both happy and worried: happy that Shao Qinsun finally had a chance to make a name for herself; worried that there was a medical check-up to recommend her as a student of the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers, and that she might not be able to pass the check-up (how did he know the real situation of her “illness”). The first time I saw her was when she was in the hospital, and then I missed the trip to Wuhan to send the “sick transfer” materials back to the city, so I didn’t know how long I would have to wait, and then if the policy changed …… so Li Honglu took it upon himself to do the “sick transfer”. “, not going to college.
When she got the notice to return to the city, Li Honglu told her the secret story of “recommending university students to workers, peasants and soldiers”. She could only sigh: “What is in life must be in life, and what is not in life must not be forced. On second thought, the workers, peasants and university students, do not go. In the era of such strict barriers of class origin, in the university, which was formerly a “bourgeois dye-vat” but has now become a “proletarian no-go area”, the students are either the children of workers and poor peasants, or the red descendants of the Ge Gan and the Ge Army. Like her, the children of the “black five” have been repeatedly defeated in the recruitment, and even if they go, their situation is easy to imagine.
(V)
In the countryside, the generous Jaidi still worked from sunrise to sunset every day, and he didn’t have much to say, but now he had no one to talk to. He still hoped that the gods of fate would be kind to him and that one day he would return to the city and work as a laborer. The wounded leg has become more and more disobedient lately.
The first time I was in the hospital, I had to go to the hospital to find a doctor. ” Uncle Ming then asked another doctor to give him a medical certificate.
I knew that it would be much more difficult for Jiedi to do the “medical transfer” than for Qingsunmei, because he didn’t have a good friend like Li Honglu to help him. First, he didn’t have any good friends like Cindy, who had the background of Li Honglu to help him, and second, he had to go through five hurdles in the countryside, including production teams, brigades, communes, districts and counties, which made Jiedi’s public relations ability too poor. So I decided to do it myself.
Late October, in the autumn, in Huji, Zhongxiang County, the earth was very quiet. The two of us and Jedi’s classmate “Gorilla” hesitated on the countryside, Jedi’s bag of “sickness transfer applications” had already been stamped with the seals of both the production team and the brigade, and the following target was the commune.
When I walked into the commune’s courtyard and saw a cadre-looking man in his fifties, I hastily approached him and respectfully asked, “Where is the commune’s ‘Zhiqing Office’?” He looked me up and down very seriously and said, “What can I do for you?” I pointed to Jedi and said, “He’s a young man of knowledge, here to do the ‘sick transfer’.” “Who are you to him?” I don’t panic, I pulled out a piece of paper and said, “I am his brother, and this is my letter of introduction.” The cadre opened it and said, “I am here to introduce you to Shao Xuexin, a teacher at my school. The cadre opened it and said, “I have come to your office for the ‘sick transfer’ of my brother, Shao Xuexin, a teacher at my school. I hereby certify that.” The following signature: Wuhan Thirteenth High School Committee, plus a bright red official seal.
The cadre’s face immediately turned from dark to sunny, “Ah, it’s a teacher from the province, please wait a moment.” He turned around and shouted, “I’m sorry. He turned around and shouted, “Xiao Li, take this and stamp it.” Then his face went from sunny to gloomy again, “‘Orangutan’, what are you doing here? Don’t go back to the team to grasp the revolution and promote production.” “They don’t know the way, but I brought them here. I’m going back to my team to promote production.” The ‘gorilla’ said with a big smile on his face.
Walking out of the commune courtyard, I apologized to Orangutan, “I’m sorry, Orangutan, I’ve brought you bad luck again today.” “It doesn’t matter, I’m known as a ‘bad guy’ here, and they’d like to see me get out of here a little early. It’s just that an honest man like Xuejie is fortunate to have you as his brother to help him, otherwise it would be really hard to get through these hurdles.”
The three of them came back to the district “Zhiying Youth Office” just one street away. He received Jedi’s medical certificate and application report and typed a receipt. I asked, “Excuse me, what is the next step in the process?” “No more of your business, go back to your homes and wait to be notified of the transfer of your illness back to the city.” “How long will we have to wait?” “The quickest one is two to three months, and the slowest one is six months.
I am fully aware that the most crucial part of the “disease transfer” process is the county “Zhiqing Office”, which can call back the materials for any reason, or press them down for months, but it can also handle special cases on an ad hoc basis! “Send the materials to Wuhan at the first opportunity. I couldn’t do anything about it. So the group went home.
(vi)
Since he was “pulled” out, my father was sent to the paper mill, the most tiring and dirty and bitter cut-off workshop shadow labor, he and “capitalist” former party secretary of the former plant Zheng in a group, a year down the two became all the talk of good friends.
“Old Shao, you’re just a general historical question, right? It’s nothing, the previous trial had a conclusion. Engaging in the movement this set I know best, criticize from strict, handle from leniency; lifted high, gently put down.”
“The children are still young, suffer a little, suffer a little. Nothing! You intellectuals are too motherly. There is a way for everyone.”
There is really no end in sight. In the midst of their conversation, my father overheard Zheng mentioning an old subordinate named Wang Shenghuan, who was the governor of Zhongxiang County, and is now “on the sidelines” of course. With such a valuable clue, father and son decided that I would make another trip to Zhongxiang County.
With a note from Secretary Zheng to Governor Wang Shenghuan, I was on my way once again. It was the lunar month of the lunar calendar, the coldest season of the year.
In order not to waste my time, I went to Huji first to make sure the “transfer materials” had been sent from the district. In Huji, it was freezing cold in the waning moon, and the market was slack. As soon as the train stopped at two o’clock in the afternoon, I jumped off and went straight to the district Zhiying Youth Office. I was delighted to learn that Jedi’s materials had been transferred to the county. The next step was to go to Chengguan as planned.
There are two buses a day from Huji to Chengguan, but it’s still more than 20 miles from the bus station and I have to walk. “Even if I can’t catch the last bus today, I can sleep at the bus station for the night and catch the early bus tomorrow. I then thought.
As I walked out of the town, I looked out at the fields in the cold of winter, and saw that they were all white. There was nothing alive within sight. The lumps of earth on the road were frozen as hard as iron, hurting my feet. There was only a gust of wind that penetrated to the bone marrow. It pricked my ears, nose, and cheeks like needles. I was busy wrapping the wool scarf tightly around my head and ears to my chin, and as I walked, my body grew warm ……
When I finally reached the bus station in the darkness, the last bus had already left. There were only 0.5 yuan a night in the hotel for a futon style bed.
I woke up with a complete wake-up call, and it was already light out. I casually washed up with cold water and boarded the shuttle bus to Chengguan. I arrived at Zhongxiang City Gate at noon.
I was told by Wang Shenghuan that he had received a note from Secretary Zheng, and asked about Zheng’s situation (because we all knew that the other party was in a similar situation). He ordered his wife, Auntie Qian, to take me to the “Zhiqing Office” to look for someone. Auntie Qian, a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a pleasant posture, chatted with me as we walked, and soon we arrived at the county Zhiying Youth Office.
Director Zhou, I’ve come to bother you again.” A man sitting in the back room lifted his arm and said, “I’m sorry. A man sitting in the back room looked up with a smile and answered, “Madam Governor, what can I do for you?”. It’s not a joke, it’s not ‘liberating’.” , “It’s coming soon, it’s coming soon. It’s for ‘sick transfer,’ right?” This is one of Wang Shenghuan’s old superior’s children, please check.”, Director Zhou asked for clarification, “Here, ‘Huji District, Shao Xuejie’, has been approved. Director Zhou asked for clarification and looked through the files on his desk, “Here it is, ‘Huji District, Shao Xuejie’, which has been approved. Prepare the materials to be sent to Wuhan City after the Spring Festival.” Auntie Qian laughed and said, “Can’t we send it before the Spring Festival?” , “The batch before Chinese New Year was just mailed out yesterday.” “There’s a little over a week left for New Year’s, so you guys can help send his materials.”, “Okay, okay, make an exception.” I’ll make an exception.”, “Okay, okay, I’ll make an exception.”
After the Spring Festival, in March, Jedi’s hukou was finally transferred back to Wuhan.
(vii)
The year 1973 came, and my father was finally “liberated,” just as Secretary Zheng had expected, but his problems remained at the same conclusion. He was reassigned to the Infrastructure Section of the plant, where he was responsible for the construction and maintenance of the plant’s buildings. He was determined to make good use of his business expertise so that his youngest son could be “pumped” up as soon as possible. However, at this time his life was also on the countdown.
Nearly a decade of depression, cut off from the intensive labor and polluted environment of the workshop, coupled with chronic malnutrition made him, who had suffered from lung disease at a young age, suffer from emphysema, which developed into pulmonary heart disease. A cold caused a lung infection that led to heart and lung failure, which closed his eyes forever.
I will always remember this day: May 21, 1974. I also remember my father’s words a few months earlier, as if with a premonition: “I don’t want to die, I still want to see. He wanted to see how this “revolution” was going to end, and he wanted to see his youngest son, who had been dragged into his problems, return to his side as soon as possible.
(viii)
The first thing you need to do is to get your own copy of the book, and you’ll be able to do that with your own copy of the book.
The top has its policies and the bottom has its measures. Xidi and I took a letter from Uncle Mingzhong and found Dr. Chen Shaobin’s house at the Sui County People’s Hospital, “Ah, Shao Mingzhong, it’s my teacher, what do you want?” I don’t want to beat around the bush to explain what I want. Dr. Chen readily agreed, “Yes.
The two brothers went to the hospital office with the “medical certificate” issued by Dr. Chen and got it stamped. A long line ran from the house to the corridor, and in less than half an hour we came to the front of the line, where a young man, who was also an intellectual, handed over the “medical certificate.
He handed over a “certificate of illness” and said, “Which unit are you from? What’s the job?”
“From the Lusheng commune, I am a young man of knowledge, and I do ‘disease transfer’.”
“Where is your certificate of illness and medical records from the commune’s health center?”
“No.”
“That can’t be stamped, go back to the health center to see the doctor first, the doctor will write a certificate according to the illness, and then bring the two certificates together.”
I was so upset with the young man that I couldn’t help but see the cold sweat coming out of my back and my mind going blank. Where do we get any certificates from the commune’s health center? It is in the hands of the county people’s hospital certificate of illness are moved to get somehow big face ah.
“Next.”
I mechanically extended my hand and handed over the certificate. It was the same words.
“Which unit? What’s the job?”
“With the county canvas factory, sand turner. Physically sick, want to change jobs.”
Xidi’s machine-gun answer overwhelmed the other, and he looked at the brothers suspiciously and asked.
“Which one of you is Shao Xuexi?”
“It’s me, he’s my brother, he came with me to see the doctor.”
Looking at Xidi, dressed in his father’s scruffy work clothes from his days in the cutting shop, he reluctantly and half-heartedly stamped his medical certificate.
When I came out, I realized that my underwear was soaked through, and I asked him what I should do if he asked for a certificate of work in a canvas factory.
“Then it was over, and I was in a hurry. Let’s take a chance.” Xidi then said. The two brothers pondered: how could there be any sand-turning workshop in a canvas factory? This is pure bullshit. The two of them had just one thought: get out.
A few months later, Xidi finally got “sick” and returned to Wuhan.
(ix)
The three siblings’ difficult, alternative path back to the city came to an end. At this time, many of the “Cultural Revolution” and even the pre-Cultural Revolution intellectuals in Wuhan used this method to return to the city and start their new lives.
The “Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution” was a major event in China and the world in the mid-twentieth century. It has undoubtedly been a subject of study by historians for generations to come, with “intellectual youth going to the countryside” as one of its sub-topics, and “the return of the Zhiqing to the city after illness” as one of its sub-topics.
Around 1972, Hubei Province, where Wuhan is located, issued a document to the effect that young intellectuals with serious illnesses who went to the countryside could return to the city for treatment and transfer their household registration back to their original place of residence, and then return to the countryside after their illnesses were cured. Grasping the revolution to promote production. Obviously, the spirit of this document was somewhat against the trend of the intellectual youth going to the countryside. So the document left a “bright end” at the end, and there were supporting measures: the food relations of all the intellectuals who returned to the city from illness were temporary, and they were to receive food stamps from the grain bureaus in each district every three months. This was also a brilliant move on the part of the policy makers. Later on, the recruitment of these people was also discriminatory: they could only enter collectively owned units, not wholly owned units.
What was the background for this policy? Was there any resistance in the development process? What are the criteria for each of these diseases? How have the standards been raised since then? How many Zhiqing were benefited in Hubei province at that time? How many Zhiqing returned to the countryside after being cured of their disease? These are the questions that this subject must answer. In any case, subsequent developments in reality have proven that this policy was forward-looking and progressive. What do you mean by that?
In 1978, millions of Zhiqing petitioned all over the country and even went on hunger strike. The great uproar demanding to return to the city spread to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Chengdu, Tianjin, Chongqing and other big cities, causing great social unrest. This caused great social unrest. It is no coincidence that the city of Wuhan in Hubei Province was the only city to experience peace and quiet. It was no coincidence that Wuhan was the only city in Hubei Province that was quiet, because from 1972 to 1978, most of the remaining Zhiqing were transferred back to the city in the form of “sick transfers” and were gradually assigned jobs. In other words, this contradiction was absorbed in advance. It also relieved the social pressure of employment, housing, marriage, etc. that the cities encountered later.
The return of Zhiqing to the city is a never-ending topic.
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