Traveling back to Wangjia Village in the 1980s, the earthen walls leaked and the Kang mat was cold. The failed life of thirty years in his previous life made him breathless. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that he could hear the heartbeat of the land - which fields should be planted with what, which mountains contained mines, and which ditches contained ancient tombs, all in his mind. The villagers still thought he was a lazy bachelor. Wang Xiaobing picked up the shovel and walked towards the back mountain: Within three days, I will make the whole village kneel down and beg me to become the village chief.
