Because he spied on the secrets of his superiors, he was ruthlessly suppressed and pushed aside. His official status suddenly changed to that of a poverty alleviation cadre stationed in the village. He was also framed by his mother-in-law. The secretary of the first branch in the village was reduced to a pioneer with nothing, burdened with huge foreign debts and struggling to survive. Unforeseen circumstances happen, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. He actually got a blessing in disguise. From then on...
"A salted fish can stand up without water."
"Barren mountains and wild ridges are a field of hope, and green waters and green mountains make great achievements."
He dominates farming and farming, and smiles proudly in the world. Although he is helpless in farming, confused about love, hate, and sorrow, and also has the glory of wealth, all the confusion seems to have become inevitable; is it a dream of prosperity? Or is it just a cloud in the world? Whether it is the blooming flowers that bloom with a flick of the finger, or the luck that comes from heaven and is your only favorite. A piece of historical fact experienced personally, a touch of warmth of striving for self-improvement...
Why not finish it?