The Weeds Command Me to Burn

In the winter of 1991, Huangtupo Village among the mountains. Nineteen-year-old Lin Ye squatted under a leaky earth wall, clutching an IOU of 500 yuan - the "deed of sale" he signed to save his sick mother. Three points of the monthly breath is like a noose around the neck. "I will definitely be able to repay this money." This oath is as weak as a firefly in the eyes of ridicule and white eyes. The vermicelli collapsed and the bean curd was lost. The chickens were raised to death, and the sheep were reduced to skeletons. The beads of sweat hit the loess, but they cannot be exchanged for life-saving money. The four words "It's really hard to make money" are what he chews and swallows every night. But there was fire in his eyes. Seeing that people in the city loved to eat wild vegetables, he contracted the barren mountains that everyone despised. Discovering that manure could be turned into gold, he soaked in books and turned his knowledge into cash. When the chicken plague swept through, he buried the dead chickens and rebuilt on the ruins; the credit union refused to lend, so he gritted his teeth and found the first "trust capital". From the first handful of bracken to the "Barbarian Mountain" native eggs entering the city, from the spurned "mud" to the spark that ignited the wilderness. Every step I took was on the edge of the cliff, and every time I climbed up, there was blood and mud. This is not a fairy tale, but a real epic about a rural youth wrestling with his fate with his flesh and blood. When everyone said "accept your fate", he insisted on asking: Why should I be trapped in this land and die in this land? "Weeds Command Me to Burn" - dedicated to all those who still look up at the stars in the muddy land. The story of a farmer's son who used the stupidest method to earn the largest fortune. He told every ordinary person: Wildfire cannot burn it out because its roots are too deep. The potential of starting a prairie fire starts from an unwilling heart.