Diary: April 7, 1968. Rain (Zhangjiakou Thirteen Mile 289)
Go back to the barracks this morning, pick up food stamps and deal with some things. After lunch, it started to rain, and I thought that there was nothing in the village today, so I didn't want to go back to the village, but I thought about the work in the village and rushed back to the village in the rain.
Received money from a good friend Zhang Wen who was attending the university of the Fourth Military Doctor in Xi'an.