In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the war around Shanghai was beginning to subside. After returning from the escape, she stood in front of the ruined hometown, looking at the barren fields and displaced neighbors, and clutched the few remaining rice seeds in her hands. Without the blessing of a golden finger or the shortcut to a wealthy family, she relied on a pair of rough but tenacious hands to open up wasteland, divert water for irrigation, grow enough food in the muddy fields, and find a way to make a living in the streets and streets. There are fireworks hidden in the spring planting and autumn harvest, and the warmth of human kindness is revealed in the help of neighbors. She is based on farming and runs a sideline business. From keeping watch on one-third of an acre of land, she leads her neighbors to overcome difficulties together; from wandering alone to meeting fellow travelers who share sympathy with each other. There is no grand legend, only down-to-earth hard work. On the edge of the precarious modern city, she watered hope with sweat and used tenacity to write an epic survival story and a warm life for ordinary people.
