I can't tell where i am belonged to in general Chinese sense. In terms of "HUKOU", i am belonged to Jiangsu. But i was born and grown up in this small county town at the cross between 3 provinces, And, usually under this circumstance, a far reach, poor, low civilized place. All my relatives and childish memory attached with it,
Every time i wen back, it changed somehow, some old neighbor died, some childish friends married, or divorced. On the concrete side, some building crumbled and rebuilt again, or Local government planned to make a grand city square and every employee of it need donate one's portion of salary.
But more and more, these kind of news make sense to me . Many times i just was in a kind of non concentration state when My father murmured to deliver status updates from all the social, family or local political fields. One of the reason is that even i am absent from this town, we still made frequent telephone conversations, and more technically, i can take news from Internet, if really big, good or bad, news occurred there.
i am not sure the people live there feel good or not, if anybody authorized me to comment this issue despite the living condition of myself lingering yet. Old farmers lived calm in the countryside, while young men went south for work. Old men rarely complain CCP and its government. In the Magang town where ancestors until my uncles and aunts resident, local officials planned some development projects which need buy the lands from farmers' hand. The absent young farmer workers already lost interest in farming, and deem the lands as burden, so they happily accept the idea. Sporadic disagreements only matter with the price margin. Anyway, because of the big potential return from these projects, the price always fall into the range the government seems easy to satisfy.
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