Lin Wei transformed into a peasant girl from a poor village on the frontier.
When I opened my eyes, my father was in a coma due to high fever, my aunt was bleeding during childbirth, and there was only a handful of moldy bran left in the rice vat. After three years of severe drought, the land in Liushu Ao was so cracked that it could fit into your fists. The villagers gnawed bark and dug out grass roots, eating up everything they could eat. Everyone says this place can't survive.
But Lin Wei squatted in the hoarfrost-covered saline-alkali land in the east of the village and recognized a kind of salt- and alkali-tolerant weed - Suaeda. The young shoots can be eaten, the seeds can be ground into flour, and the old branches can be burned to make alkali. She stood up and said to the silent man behind her who had just retreated from the front line:
"Dig wells and open up wasteland. By this time next year, I want food to grow on this land."
Zhao Rong glanced at her with the hoe in his hand, without saying a word, and when the hoe went down, the soil flew away.
Later, wells were drilled and canals opened in Liushu'ao, and patches of green seedlings sprouted on the saline-alkali land. Mills and restaurants were built in the village, and passing caravans loved to rest here. Later, a market was set up at the border, and people from all over the country rushed here. The girl who was so thin that she would collapse at the slightest breeze, along with a group of people who were about to die, turned the hard days into good days with hoe after hoe.
