In 1979, deep in the mountains of Sichuan, a heavy rain and mudslide was about to swallow up the whole family in twenty-five days. In my previous life, I had a broken leg and lived alone all my life. In this life, I picked up a bamboo pole knife to weave baskets in exchange for money to store food, and I also dug canals in the mountains to change the river course. The footsteps are approaching. It doesn't matter who is coming. This time I will take my parents and brothers out of the mountain alive.
