Lin Rui is the last rice field water storage ridge rammer and moisture control geotechnical construction in Liuhe Village. At the age of seventeen, he learned the art from his master. For ten years, he pressed the clay layer by layer with his palms, shaping each section of the field into his own palm prints. Zhou Huaian was her childhood sweetheart. He went to Shanghai during the college entrance examination year and left behind a letter that she has not yet opened. Ten years later, Zhou Huaian returned to his hometown as a representative of an agricultural investment company. He stood in a suit and leather shoes at the end of the field ridge, and Lin Rui was repairing the old ridge that had become loose after the heavy rain, with his hands full of mud.
One loves his hometown and refuses to leave, while the other leaves his hometown and refuses to return. They are in a stalemate at both ends of the same rice field. During the plum rains, the moisture content of the soil ridges exceeded the standard, and the ridges were delaminated and cracked due to exposure to the scorching sun. Only moderately loose clay can retain water and nourish the fields, while soil that is too stiff will lock out vitality. Lin Rui measured the distance of these ten years by the tightness of the soil ridge - too loose, and the love will leak out; too tight, each other will be suffocated and cracked. When Zhou Huai'an's most respected mechanized standard ridge collapsed in the rainy season, he finally saw clearly in the muddy water: love is like a ridge, only adaptation can protect the rice fields, and tolerance can protect each other.
