As soon as the mother left, the eldest brother and the second brother divided up the good land in the family, leaving only three pieces of rotten wasteland that no one wanted.
Everyone in the village said that he was stupid for helping count the money after he was sold, but no one noticed that there was always an indescribable "protecting him" energy floating around these three wastelands at night.
The green seedlings on the half-rocky slope grew more prosperously than anyone else after a rain poured on them; the son of the village party secretary wanted to occupy the land, but he was in bad luck as soon as he started; even the graves in the back hill that no one dared to touch, he hoeed down and uncovered old events from decades ago.
No one knew that behind this foolish-looking third man, there was always a "calf protector" standing behind him who refused to leave.
Three pieces of wasteland, each step was startling. When everyone thought they had caught him, he had already used the protection of his late mother to pave a path in this wasteland to change his destiny.
