Floods are common in Dachu, and a 20-year-old female household in Luwei Village who recently lost her father resolutely took up a hoe in the late autumn of the Yangtze River. Faced with the silted river and hungry neighbors. A fragment of the ancestral "Shui Jing Zhu" and a pair of mud feet walking all over the river beach. She does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but only believes in the bamboo pole in her hand to measure the water and the precise planning in her mind. From clearing river silt and outsmarting the upper reaches, to skillfully building vine dams and taming flash floods, she conquered the stubborn old river workers, dealt with the shrewd county magistrate, and turned the barren mountains into terraced tea gardens. When the legend of "the reincarnation of the river god" spread, she tore up the temple drawings and erected a plaque for "Water Conservancy School": "If you want to worship, worship this place with crisscrossed ditches and rice waves turning gold!" A hard-core illustration of ancient infrastructure and a pragmatic hymn for women to control water.
