Old Stories About Baishui

There is a Baishui River in Baishui County. The water flows eastward every year, but the past has never really gone away. When Gu Huaizhang was nine years old, there was food in the charity warehouse's account, but the warehouse was empty. My father was forced to die because he refused to sign a false document, and my mother died of illness without a way out. Many years later, he returned from studying abroad, gave up his career in a big city, and returned to his hometown. He wanted to set up a school, clear his land, open accounts, and build a health clinic so that the poor could have a way out and the dead would no longer die in vain. But the county office has the difficulties of the county office, the chamber of commerce has the calculation of the chamber of commerce, the squire has the foundation of the squire, and the common people also have the fear of common people surviving. Gu Huaizhang walked forward step by step, only to find that many old things had not disappeared, but had been given new names and hidden in new account books, new notices and new official documents. Can he really make Baishui County better? What will he write in the end with the pen he has guarded all his life?