It is April 1972. This is Yangshutun, a remote village in Heilongjiang Province in Northeast China. Four years ago, my parents died protecting the production team's cattle.,yuan not only was greedy and lazy, he also wasn't clean. He wouldn't even touch anything big. All he did was steal a few scallions from one neighbor, a few cloves of garlic from another, and some vegetables from other people's gardens.,At that time, I went to a temple called Xiangtong Temple. Everyone was buying souvenirs. At one stall, I liked this string of beads. The stall owner said that the beads had been blessed by a high monk. At the time, I even scoffed at the stall owner for bragging.。