Escape into the Mountains: I Rely on Space to Open up Wasteland and Build a Home

When he was sixteen years old, Aheng fled into the mountains on a rainy night. Behind her are the betrothal gifts calculated by her stepmother and grandmother, and in front of her are the vast mountains and the unknown road ahead. When she was about to die, the ancestral pendant left by her mother allowed her to save her life and also opened up a small space - a spiritual spring and three acres of thin farmland, that's all. There is no Midas touch system, no omnipotent helper. From a leaky shack to a sturdy wooden house, from a full supply of wild vegetables to a warehouse full of grain, Ah Heng used his hands to carve out a foothold amidst wild beasts and wind and snow. Later, there was a silent hunter in the mountains. He taught her how to recognize traps, and she taught him how to make pickles. The two went from confrontation to testing, from not disturbing each other to sharing the same bowl of hot soup. The days are like streams in the mountains, flowing slowly and tenaciously. Until the swordsmanship of bandits and the greed of relatives broke the tranquility again...