My Farming Life in Tu'ao

[No system] [Slow pace] [Extremely real history of transnational farming entrepreneurship] Before the age of twenty-seven, Lin Yu's life was dominated by electronics factory assembly lines, bad reviews on takeaways, and a six-square-meter rental house. Until late one night during a heavy rainstorm, he and his car crashed into a mud ditch and almost failed to be rescued. Lying on the bed in the emergency room, looking at the 150,000 hard-earned money that Kari dug out with his life, he made a crazy decision. Resign. Go back to Daba Mountain to get your household registration book. Speak English to death. Apply for Australia 462 working holiday visa. Forget the mortgage and involution, I'm going to be a farmer in the Southern Hemisphere! I thought this was just a story about a low-level wage earner who went abroad to endure hardships, but Lin Yu suddenly led him out of a Roman road. From the backpackers picking cherries exposed to the sun in Queensland orchards, to the contrasting "daily life of working in Tu and Macau" in front of the self-media lens; From a micro businessman helping relatives purchase milk powder and health care products, to buying the first piece of red land and buying the first group of merino sheep... The wind here is free and the water is sweet. As long as you are willing to sweat, the land will never treat you badly. Many years later. When Lin Yu was sitting on a top-notch private farm with tens of thousands of acres, he was patrolling the pasture in a pickup truck, surrounded by retired Australian working dogs, and herds of cattle and sheep covered the pasture like white clouds. Facing the exclusive interview camera, this Chinese farm tycoon who shocked the Australian agricultural circle drank the wine brewed by his own manor, smiled and helplessly spread his hands: "At first, I really just wanted to go somewhere and catch my breath." In this impetuous era, I would like to give you a down-to-earth pastoral.