In 1975, a unique educated youth came to Qingshuigou.
While others were earning work points, he drew the village plan; while others were waiting for grain distribution, he led the villagers to grow medicinal materials, engage in carpentry, and open markets. Shen Mobai came from the capital city and was carrying a secret. He wanted to keep a low profile, but he found that this poor valley was full of troubles - some were bullying the market, some were guarding and stealing, and some were secretly coveting a batch of national cultural relics that had been missing for many years.
Fortunately, he has a pair of eyes that can see through everything. The red mud on the uppers of the shoes, the broken tobacco leaves on the collar, and the difference in the shades of ink on the account books were all flaws in his eyes. From reporting on his opportunistic predecessor to overthrowing the bully, he cleared the obstacles step by step and made the small wood workshop a designated processing unit of the county supply and marketing cooperative.
But he didn't expect that the girl who always collected herbs in the mountains had already seen through the loneliness under his smile.
"The gentler your smile, the crueler the calculation." Lin Qinghe handed over a pack of hemostatic herbs, "But the calculation contains someone else's way of survival."
From not dealing with each other to working together to break the situation, they made the isolated mountain village a place where the first spring breeze of reform and opening up passed.
