"Although we are as humble as dust and mud, we can still hold up the sky." - Notes from my mentor
A postman who was demoted to the northwest border took a cart of wheat seeds left by his mentor, planted hope on the frozen soil, and guarded the hearts of the people in the isolated city. The city was destroyed, but the seeds were still there. He continued to move towards the next city that needed seeds.
The growth story of Zhang Yuan, a little person, begins here.
