Lin Zhiyuan guards a row of crooked trees at the Northwest Pass, as well as the long-unnoticed windbreak defense line of Linjia Village. To clear the way for a picking orchard, his cousin Lin Dayong leads people to cut down the windbreak forest, treating professional warnings as redundant obstructions. After a windy night, the greenhouses are damaged and orders stagnate, and everyone finally understands that what the trees block is not the incoming path, but the risk. Lin Zhiyuan does not argue for temporary eloquence, but uses data, responsibility, and reconstruction to make a village of people relearn respect for nature, and understand that true prosperity is not in the hustle and bustle of the present, but in having roots under one's feet and a ruler in one's heart.