A car accident caused Zhou Ming's time to return to 2003.
Standing on the grassy hillside of my hometown,
For the first time, he saw clearly the blood of this land——
The soil code recorded by my father's cracked palm,
Zhang's unique pottery skills that the lonely old man has guarded for hundreds of years,
And the homesickness of those who were forced to leave by poverty...
When urban entrepreneurial thinking meets local survival wisdom,
When business ambition encounters clan favor and society,
He fired more than just ceramics;
It is also the backbone for a village to straighten itself again.
