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Ｌｉｆｅ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　Ｙｅｌｌｏｗ　Ｒｉｖｅｒ　Ｅｓｔｕａｒｙ 　　EVERYONE, from every class and background, has found a way to make it in Dongying. Each has a different story, but a story with a common theme: it’s all worked out well ?C the changes that have unfolded in their adopted city. 　　Forty-something years of work experience have earned 56-year-old Wang Junhua a lot of respect from his colleagues. This driver at the Yellow River Delta Production Base recalls without bitterness how a childhood spent in an orphanage taught him to fend for himself by age 13. Back then, he worked as a herdsman for the military horse-breeding farm, as the production base was originally known. “When I arrived here, it was just miles of barren land in every direction, with no roads. We were completely dependent on horses, and as the horses I rode were too tall for me, I needed to step on mangers first and then jump on,” Wang chuckles. “I usually rode for a whole day, not out of diligence, but because I was too afraid of having to remount.” He was satisfied with his salary at least ?C RMB 15 a month ?C although food alone would cost him eleven. 　　Wang recalled that the farm had about 4,000 workers, most of whom came from other places. “Dongying is a kind of migrant city. People moved here to work in the oilfield and on the farm. The native population was very small.” In the 1970s, a job in agriculture really appealed to migrants. As a grain producer, the farm kept enough wheat for its own consumption to make it the only place in Dongying where people could regularly indulge in steamed wheat flour buns ?C a great privilege during a period of material deficiency. 　　The farm also began to set up brick houses to replace the former temporary barracks. When he married, Wang and his wife, a staff nurse, moved to the small house allotted them. 　　The next generation will never duplicate this experience. Like other Chinese parents, Wang used all his savings to buy an apartment of over 100 sq m for his son, a graduate