In the late Qin Dynasty, the plank road in Luming Village on the border collapsed and 23 people were left without food.
The four-year-old orphan girl Nuonuo was so hungry that stars appeared in her eyes. She cried while hugging the small jade tripod left behind by her late mother. When she woke up, she was lying on a brightly lit night market street.
The people here threw the white steamed buns into the iron bucket, threw the two-bitten chicken legs on the ground, and poured half a cup of unfinished sweet water into the ditch.
Nuo Nuo: Are these people crazy? !
She wiped away her tears, opened the small bamboo basket, and began to pick it up.
A tea egg saved my mother-in-law's life.
A handful of coarse salt cured Tiedan's rotten knees.
A bag of expired seeds gave the whole village a way to survive again.
From scavenging to exchange, from survival to business, from a bowl of porridge to a warehouse full of grain.
The tripod is still the thousand-year-old tripod at the entrance of the village, but the fortunes of the country are getting better and better day by day.
