Go Home to Farm and Build a New Countryside

Looking at the gray sky in the city, construction worker Wei Guo always thought of the persimmon tree in his hometown filled with "red lanterns" and the scent of firewood filling the air. Let him resolutely put down the brick knife and return to the village that he always dreamed of but has changed. "The red persimmon lanterns are hung high, and the persimmon-stealing children are no longer there." There are only memories and weeds left under the tree. He felt sad and determined to regain the lost local flavor. He personally repaired the abandoned old stove and smoked bacon with the aroma of pine wood; he traveled through the mountains and fields to find the most authentic wild mushrooms and wild fruits; he reclaimed wasteland and grew vegetables, only following the most primitive natural farming methods. There was no online live broadcast, just the bumpy stars and moon on the tricycle in the early morning, and the stall that was the first to be erected and the fastest to be surrounded in the city market. "This taste is from my childhood!" The customer's exclamation is the best compliment to him. Following this "nostalgia", people drive here to look for it, and the small village reappears with smoke and laughter. The children began to run under the persimmon tree again. Wei Guo guarded his mountain goods stall, finally letting the smell of his childhood and the warm "lantern" light up his way home.