After three years of severe drought, the tree bark was eaten away, and the Guanyin soil turned the person's stomach into a drum.
When Chen Guyu opened his eyes, he saw a cracked iron pot in front of him. There were three rotten vegetable leaves floating in the pot, and there was a drowned dung beetle. The stepmother stood at the door, threw half a bag of sprouted potatoes into the muddy water, pointed at her stupid mother and said: "Starving to death is also a burden."
A fifteen-year-old girl has to support a stupid mother, a lame brother, and a scared sister.
But there was a handful of black soil in her hand that did not belong to this world.
That soil can grow food. It will grow in one day and harvest in three days. She can grow green bamboo shoots in winter and provide her whole family with a bowl of salty soup during times of famine.
But God never gives in vain. Every time she uses the space, she forgets a memory. Forget my brother's name, forget my mother's face, forget who I am.
She picked up a man by the ditch with the word "sin" on his back. He would not laugh, but would plow the fields silently, kill people silently, and use his chest to shield her from the knife.
From half a bag of rotten potatoes to a thousand acres of fertile land, from being driven out by the whole village to being a Buddha in thousands of homes.
When corrupt officials kneel down and beg her to sell grain, when imperial envoys ask her what reward she wants -
She only asked one sentence: "Which coal mine is my father in?"
This is the story of a woman who used a seed to fight against the entire famine. It's hard to live, but the dirt in her hands is harder than the emperor's decree.
