I was laid off at the age of thirty. I returned to my hometown in despair and inherited a barren mountain from my parents.
There is nothing on the mountain, only twenty acres of wasteland and a few half-collapsed adobe houses. You only have 80,000 yuan left in your hand and want to start a business? Dream.
Just when I was squatting on the top of the mountain and worrying, a broken system hit me in the face - I could recruit victims of ancient disasters and just feed them every day.
The first group of ten people came, they were so hungry that they could cry on their knees with just a bowl of noodles.
Later, more people came: the daughter of a sinner who played the guzheng and was almost sold into a brothel; a failed scholar who wrote poetry, whose family all starved to death on the way to escape; a craftsman who carved wood, whose master died in the famine; and an eternal Mingjun who should have died young, came to be my housekeeper...
They thought I was the savior.
In fact, I am just a loser who has been beaten down by life.
But now, the barren mountains have turned into a sea of flowers, and the adobe houses have turned into Taoyuan Town. Tourists queue for kilometers, Internet celebrities come to check in every day, and orders are scheduled until next year.
And those people who crawled out from the dead finally had a home.
They said: Boss, this life is worth it.
I squatted at the door, looking at the lights all over the mountain, and suddenly smiled.
——This is fucking alive.
