The night Jin Jin was abandoned by the organization in the mountains of Guizhou, he only took with him 30,000 yuan in severance pay and a wound that was still bleeding.
She thought she had come back to die.
But the second she stepped on the mud at the entrance of the village, a heartbeat came from the ground.
My mother, who has been blind for seventeen years, touched her wrist accurately: "Your blood has a golden light. Just like your grandmother."
The hot spring water poured over the peppers made them red overnight.
Rice seeds soaked in Lingquan water will mature in three days.
She tried to induce birth, and the seed traveled the distance of three months in fifteen minutes. The cooked porridge is full of energy, but it feels like eating paper.
Grandpa pushed the bowl away. My father said "it doesn't taste good".
She squatted beside the spiritual spring and thought about it all night. At dawn, I finally understood: cultivating immortality is not the result of ripening, but the awakening of the land itself.
So she started farming. Sixty-eight yuan per kilogram of rice is gone in seconds. Eighty yuan a pound of fish, snatched up. The mushrooms deep in the cave weighed 3,810 kilograms.
Every time, she told herself: After helping this time, she would leave.
The soluble cave stone wall cracked with golden seams.
The heartbeat underground went from nine to twelve.
It's exactly the same frequency as her playing the harp.
This mountain has been waiting for her for four hundred years.
Outside the mountain, people were already on the road.
