Guo Dahao's backbone has long been bent by the ridges of the fields. In order to raise tuition for his children, he sweated in brick kilns, practiced his mouth in the market, and turned his worldly sophistication into a living. Chen Huahua held the village doctor's box and walked from house to house. She was used to seeing parents being filthy, but Guo Dahao always felt unwilling to do so. When the gongs and drums for the village director election were beating, some people were staring at the oil and water in the official seal, but Guo Dahao was thinking about the difficulties of the villagers - in this life of mud, someone has to find a bright way.
