The barbarian woman brought a bowl of black medicine: "If your life is hard, you will live; if your life is weak, you will die."
In 1963, I was a rightist in Heichong village in western Hunan. I had a broken thatched hut and leaked water. I had a high fever and was only half alive.
Looking at the drafty shack on all sides and my skinny self, I silently activated the [Mountain Spirit System].
"Ding! A thirty-year-old dendrobium plant was detected."
"Ding! It was found that there is gold sand in the groundwater."
"Ding! There is a five-step snake nest thirty meters ahead. The host is advised to go around it."
What others see as poverty-stricken mountains and rivers are all treasures in my eyes.
By driving mountains to collect herbs, I went from being a "waste" that everyone looked down upon to becoming an indispensable capable person in the village.
But the water in the mountain is deeper than imagined. Some people want to steal my medicine, some want to take over my mountain, and some want to kill me in this troubled world.
I gritted my teeth to survive in the cracks, and stood firm step by step.
Later I learned that there was something more terrifying than the centuries-old dendrobium hidden deep in this mountain. And those girls who are always following me silently seem to have their own secrets...
(Dear friends, this book has been completed and will not be discontinued. Please feel free to enjoy it.)
