When the first faint blue lines cracked on the ice surface of the cold pool, Liu Yanqiu knew that his fate was quietly turning around. At the age of six, he huddled behind a haystack beside the grain drying field and watched the clan leader Liu Shouzhuo holding a bamboo stick and loudly reading in front of the ancestral hall the old rule that "women who are fifteen years old and unmarried will be punished." The wind stirred up dust and messed up my grandmother Liu Wang's silver hair, and also lifted the suffocating shackles that had been hidden for many years.
**Dilemma** envelopes this village surrounded by mountains on three sides like a poisonous miasma. The last few wild vegetables were swallowed up in Broken Soul Valley, the water in the cold pool was stained with the smell of carrion, and even the most durable splendens withered into ashes. Liu Yanqiu's mother, Zhou, secretly left rice soup to Zhang, but her family became uneasy; her eldest brother, Liu Chengzhi, fell into an ice cave because of a fish, and the fate of his sister, Liu Chenghuan, had already been written in the red notice of the ghost marriage. And all of this, he had watched helplessly happen in his previous life.
**Turning** comes from a bronze light in the sea of consciousness. The opening of the All Things Illustrated System allowed him to see the wealth sleeping on this land - hematite veins, century-old tea trees, and hemostatic herbs. He exchanged a wild ginseng for five taels of silver, and used three drops of spiritual spring to rescue his disabled second brother Liu Chengli. With the expansion of the portable space, food no longer depends on people, and corn and potatoes grow alternately in the spiritual field, as if the earth has finally responded to his obsession.
But the **price** is never absent. Every exchange is an extraction of cognition, and every gift has an undercurrent of cause and effect. When he used the system to predict heavy rains and collect grain in advance to avoid disasters, he woke up and found that he had forgotten the song his mother sang one summer afternoon. And the phrase "let the whole family have enough to eat"
