Dressed as cannon fodder, her stepmother wants to sell her for a bride price.
Jiang Lanxi refused to accept her fate, and married herself into the most miserable barren mountain military camp with a letter of betrayal.
A cold-faced camp commander, an earthen house, and a parched ground.
Wang Caiying stood by the well and sneered: "Not everyone can grow anything in this land."
She didn't make any noise, just picked up the hoe and went to dig the ground.
Digging ditches, planting potatoes, grafting fruit trees.
Three years later, her name was on the county's best breed list, and the chief personally placed a red silk flower on her head.
Unexpectedly, she turned around and entered the Agricultural University.
Everyone was in an uproar: "Is she crazy?"
She's not crazy.
When she came back, she brought back seeds that could survive in dry land and delivered them door to door to the folks at the foot of the mountain.
Many years later.
Jiang Lanxi is sorting out the labels of fine varieties at the base.
Li Anzhi opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice: "Jiang Lanxi."
She didn't look up: "Yeah."
"You helped everyone and planted the whole mountain."
He took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Then when will you... Come and help me?"
