In the spring of 1394 in the Chinese calendar, Han Chengye, who graduated from the provincial capital university, was assigned back to Qingxi Town, where he had been poor for half his life. He had no status, no one wanted to see him, and he bumped into me on the first night - he was owed money for the embankment construction last winter. He had been owed for decades. The accountant and the mayor said that "there was no spare money in the account."
He studied economics in the provincial capital and grew up by this river. He didn't believe that a village could be so poor that it had no hope. He didn't believe that no one could repair the old river mouth embankment that collapsed every year and was in danger when the water rose. A pen, a pair of legs, and a heart willing to serve the people. Pay off an old debt, build a dike that can pass the floods, and send the unsalable mountain goods in the village out of the mountains...
The Wei Mancang-style mayor smiled and said, "Write your own, take your time," secretly waiting for him to collapse. But the waves of Qingxi have already started to rise, and the one who has been brought to the forefront by the times is this young man who no one paid attention to at the beginning.
My father wanted to build a bridge, but it took him a lifetime to build it. He wanted to build this river and this land for his father.
