1982: Starting from an Acre of Fertile Land

1982, Northern Jiangsu Plain. Lin Chen, the youngest doctor of agriculture from the National Academy of Agricultural Sciences, opened his eyes and became a failed student who had just jumped into the river in Linjia Village and was fished out. The family is poor and the parents are old. The only thing that was assigned to the name was the acre of white alkali land at the east end of the village that everyone avoided. The ground is white with frost, and not a single blade of grass grows. People in the village said that it was a "desperate land" where nothing grew. But Lin Chen squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and put it into his mouth. Salty, bitter, astringent. He smiled. "The earth is not dead, it is just sick." Since then, there has been a weirdo on Baijiantan. He measured the temperature of the dung pile, dug deep trenches in the soil, and crushed the gypsum and mixed it into the soil. Three months later, waist-high soybeans grew on the white alkali land. Those who laughed at him couldn't laugh anymore. Someone knocked on his door in the middle of the night and asked softly: Lin Chen, can you take a look at my alkaline land for me? Times are moving forward When the opportunity to return to the city is before you, when the expectation of love is as real as the weight of the land—— Will he choose to stay? When personal choices are involved in the torrent of the times—— Can he plant a different future in this glaringly white land? Dirt doesn't lie. All the answers lie in this three-thirds of land.