Traveling on caravans, visiting villages, selling oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, full of blood and fire.
Lin Huowang, an ordinary country salesman, just wanted to find and avenge the Japanese soldier who shot his grandfather during the raid. I never expected to step into the turbulent whirlpool of the Anti-Japanese War. The Japanese military police are watching with eager eyes, the pseudo-bunchan is scheming, the Eighth Route Army's olive branch is mysterious, and the eyes of the pretty girl in the drug store seem to be hiding secrets.
With a blood feud in mind, how could his humble "damp grass wick" deliver top-secret information under the blockade of the Japanese invaders? How to use his weights and abacus as weapons when a fellow villager is suffering? When he witnesses more tragic scenes, when he meets comrades who truly sacrifice their lives and blood for their homeland and country, how will his spark of personal hatred finally ignite the prairie fire that burns down the enemies?
