I Work as a Village Chief at the Border

Autumn of the seventh year of great cause. Thirty miles outside Yanmen Pass. Chen Yuan, who graduated from the Agricultural College and had been running food delivery for several years, woke up and became a "border soldier" - most of the young people in the village were taken away, their wages were cut off for three months, and there were only forty-seven days of food left on the account. Forty-seven days later, heavy snow closed the roads. Dozens of people in this village were old and weak, and not even a grain of rice was left. Others only saw a wasteland and a group of people who were starving to death. What Chen Yuan saw was a mountain full of plant ash, manure that could last a whole winter, good seeds that could be separated from a pot of salt water, and a handful of brains that could calm local snakes. He went to Wuzhou City and asked the grain merchants to give him a 50-50 share; he went to the Black Wind Pass and asked the bandits to make way for him; he planted seedlings in the wasteland. In troubled times, peaceful days are stolen. He wanted to rely on this slope of seedlings to feed Heishantun - and then protect the people he wanted to protect. "We're here now. We can't just wait to starve to death."