Xiao Yifan was kicked out of the house as a "trash" by his family. His five-year-old daughter Nian Qing was so frightened that he cried with only three hundred yuan left in his pocket. Back in the dilapidated mountain village, the old house leaked and grass grew in the ground. At night, he cut his finger and blood dripped into the ancestral jade pendant - the space of Shanhai Farm suddenly opened! A spiritual field can grow Ganoderma lucidum that lasts for thousands of years, a pot of spiritual wine can prolong the life of a dying person, and a spiritual tea plant is priced at tens of millions by an underground auction house. His cousin who used to laugh at him was suffering from a strange disease and he knelt at the entrance of the village and kowtowed to ask for medicine. Xiao Yifan held up a hoe and sneered: "The rules of the world are that debts must be paid. That day you stepped on my daughter's hand, today I want you to kneel three times and kowtow." The whole village watched him force his cousin to admit his mistake, and watched the spiritual fruit he planted shock the drug dealer in the provincial capital. The patriarch begged him to return with the family tree, but his daughter hugged his legs and said, "Dad, can we grow vegetables here?" Xiao Yifan picked up his daughter, turned around and closed the creaking wooden door. Starting tonight, he wants to make this broken mountain village a holy place where spiritual planters all over the world kneel down and beg for supplies - a single father's farming road must give way even when God comes.
