After three years of severe drought, only nineteen elderly and weak people remained in Ku Jing Tun.
Five-year-old Sui Sui clutched the chipped earthenware bowl her mother had left behind, watching helplessly as her grandfather sharpened a piece of stone. He wanted to trade himself for three days' worth of food.
Sui Sui rushed over and wrapped her arms around his leg. Her tears fell into the bowl.
The next moment, she appeared beside a trash can on the snack street in a university district.
She carried half a box of egg tarts and a cup of leftover milk tea back to ancient times as if they were elixirs, saving her grandmother, who was on the brink of death.
From then on, the people of Ku Jing Tun discovered that Sui Sui's chipped, battered bowl could produce all kinds of things.
Wilted cabbage, milk nearing its expiration date, discounted bread, old padded coats, shovels, cement, greenhouse sheeting...
What others saw as trash was the lifeline of her entire village.
Later, locust plagues, extreme cold, and waves of refugees struck one after another.
Ku Jing Tun not only survived, but became a fortress amid the chaos.
