The Unicorn Cub Is Handed over to the Country, and Farming in the Lean Years Saves China

In the year of the great disaster, Huaishu Village ran out of food. Suisui, a milk dumpling picked up by her grandma, was pointed at by her uncle and aunt, who called her a "loser" and wanted to exchange her for food. That night, the three-and-a-half-year-old Naituanzi took out a handful of golden rice seeds and said, "Suisui wants to see the biggest official. If you have something, give it to the country." Hand over rice seeds, and barren mountains will become granaries; hand over blueprints, and factories will be built on the ground; hand over prescriptions, and epidemic diseases will disappear thousands of miles away. On the day when her uncle and aunt knelt down to beg for forgiveness, she was being held by the country by her little hand and walked onto the podium. But no one knew that Zaizai's body would shrink every time he handed over something.