1958: I Have a Spirit Spring Cave with a Hundred Thousand Mu of Land

In the autumn of 1958, Gu Ye had just finished his parents' funeral when the well-meaning neighbors set their sights on his family's home, money, and resettlement allocation.

They wanted him to give up his job and his main room, then move into the woodshed?

Gu Ye flipped the table and took back his keys, but unexpectedly unlocked the spiritual spring grotto in his mother's jade thumb ring.

A hundred thousand mu of black soil, ten times the speed of time, a spiritual spring that hastened crops to maturity, and automatic harvesting. Flocks of sheep roamed the hills, hot meals stayed warm in the storeroom no matter how long they were kept, and there were ten chests of family wealth left by his maternal grandfather.

With that kind of backing, who would put up with being pushed around?

Gu Ye won himself a field procurement job, repaired water pumps, bought fresh fish, and solved the factory's problems along the way.

When busy, he made a delivery run. When free, he rode his bike to go fishing. Once the copper pot was boiling, he would invite the down-on-her-luck heiress who earned money drafting blueprints over for a meal of meat.

The people who had once tried to drive him out were left with nothing but sniffing at the aroma from outside his door.

Gu Ye thought this was what it meant to live well.