When Zhao Dachui fell from the steel forest into three acres of Susukino fields, the gears of fate began to turn in the opposite direction. An abandoned son who was kicked out by his family clenched his hoe in front of the dilapidated hut with a steely look in his eyes - he wanted to use modern thinking to plant a counterattack path in the muddy land.
Starting Dilemma: No golden fingers, only mess. Three acres of thin farmland, a suit of old clothes, and a lot of resentment. The clan leader looked on with cold eyes, and the villagers snickered constantly. But he didn't believe in fate, so he used mathematics to calculate ditches and physics to build plows, and he turned the wasteland into a place of hope.
The turning point came: Wang Tiezhu came with a hammer, Shen Qiuniang came with ancestral farming books, and Li Wenyuan came with account books. They are not saviors, but they are a group of people who are unwilling to be ordinary and work together to ignite a silent revolution in the fields. From an alloy plow to an agricultural tool workshop, from an accounting book to an agricultural chamber of commerce, the name of Zhao Dachui has become synonymous with hope.
The price emerged: the oppression of the patriarch, the suspicion of the government, and the counterattack of the old order, growing like weeds. Every breakthrough is accompanied by the tearing of trust and the compromise of ideals, and Shen Qiuniang's words, "Are you farming, or are you farming people's hearts?" Are like bells in the morning and drums in the evening, questioning the nature of this change.
When the rice waves are rolling and power is easily available, should humans choose a comfortable hotbed or continue to burn?
