Farming in a Broken Temple: I Turned a Deserted Temple into a Holy Place

Jiang He was expelled from the Jiang family when he turned eighteen. After kneeling in the ancestral hall for a long time, the clan leader read a piece of paper to the effect: You are no longer a member of the Jiang family, let's go. She stood up, carrying a yellowed medicine book and a hatchet on her back without looking back. Sixty-three miles of mountain road, until dark, six blood blisters appeared on the soles of my feet. At the end is a ruined temple that has been abandoned for thirty years - Lingyin Temple. There is a well in the temple, with a third of black soil, and an old woman who cannot speak. Enough to live. Don't know how to farm? Study. No seeds? Change. No hoe? Use a door panel to cut one. Someone comes to snatch it? The old records of the temple property are kept in the county government office. You go check it out. From the first hoeing of the soil, to the time when the fragrance of medicine floats out of the mountain col, there are hundreds of acres of fertile fields, shady mulberry forests, and people come from all directions. The lamps in Lingyin Temple were relit one by one by her. But what was buried under the temple was bigger than all the crops she planted.